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[the-sarcastic-trashmouth]

No longer just the two of us

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak x Richie Tozier

Summary:

That night, after washing dishes and getting showers, Richie was crawling into bed. Eddie was already fast asleep due to the stress he’s been through. Richie leaned down, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before he pulled Eddie back against his chest. He loved being the big spoon because having Eddie in his arms made all the struggles he’s faced worth it.

Eddie immediately turned around in his arms before burying his face into Richie’s chest, causing Richie’s face to flush red. He smiles before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead before placing another one on his temple.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

Edward Kaspbrak was not a man of subtlety. He’s been mentioning facts about children for a long as Richie could remember, and that was long before they began to date. It probably stemmed from the fact that he wanted to prove everyone wrong and become something so much better than whatever his mother did. So, with that in mind, Richie set off to find someone who would be willing to let them adopt a child or something along the lines.

The soon-to-be-famous comedian scraped up all the money that he had and pushed it into a savings account to find them a child. There was only one person he told, and that was Beverly. For more than one reason, of course. Firstly, because he couldn’t keep such a secret to himself, and secondly, she’d somehow find out, besides he wanted it to be a surprise for Eddie.

With over thirty failed adoptions,  Richie was holding out hope against hope that someone would look at this couple and see how amazing Eddie is so he could let them adopt a child.

Finally, his prayer had been answered. He was sitting on their bed, biting at the skin around his nails, a nervous tick he had picked up from his mother.

“Please, you don’t understand… I know we’re a little young, but I swear to God… Eddie would make the most amazing dad. I mean, he’s already there… Me? I’m still learning, but with him, I know that I will do my best… But he’s just a father without a kid… and I can’t give him a child, and it kills all the time knowing that I can’t do that for him. I know that it’s a long shot, but please, please just look inside your heart and see that we would be perfect for this child.” He begged, feeling tears burn at his water lines.

He felt so defeated right now, not wanting to hear another ‘I’m sorry’ for as long as he lived. He could feel his chest collapsing and the hope he held inside of him burning out, leaving him charred and broken to pieces.

“Okay, how about I meet you and your husband tomorrow to discuss coming to the ultrasounds?” The woman asked quietly as Richie’s eyes snapped open from shock.

“Are--Are you serious?” He felt his hands begin to shake from the happiness bubbling inside of him.

“Yeah, maybe at the Davis’ Diner on fourth street? Say around three?” She questioned, causing him to nod as if she could see him.

“Yes! Yes, thank you so much. We’ll see you then.” He chuckles softly before hanging up the phone. He held it against his chest, trying to calm the thundering beat of his heart as he leaned back in his chair.

He glanced up towards the room they all have dubbed as ‘Eddie’s study,’ and typing away at his computer was Eddie; he was working on a project for his new job as a risk analyst. Richie’s eyes softened at the tension on the poor man’s shoulders from his workload.

“Hey Eds, I got dinner almost finished. You hungry?” He asked, walking over to Eddie. He took a glance at the mirror in the hallway, checking to make sure his eyes were puffy or red from crying. Thankfully, he was okay.

He smacked a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before looking over the words displayed on the screen when Eddie finally sighed and sat back in his chair.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a moment,” Eddie promised softly, not taking his eyes away from his work, which made Richie pout.

“You’ve been working hard on this. You need a break before you melt out that poor overworked brain of yours,” He teased lightheartedly, earning a scowl from Eddie.

His mouth opened to protest Richie’s words, possibly with a resort of a few colorful words when he cut himself off. Richie’s long, bony fingers began digging into the knots that have made themselves a home in Eddie’s shoulder blades.

Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut as a moan of pain escaped passed his lips before leaning his cheek against Richie’s forearms. He shivered at the hot relief that coursed through his body while Richie continued to work out the kinks in his muscles.

“See, look at that. You’re tighter than your mom’s--” Whatever he was going to save was cut off by a swift slap to the thigh. “Agh! You fucking dick!” He laughs before licking at Eddie’s cheek.

“Oh, gross! You know I hate you doing that!” He groans, swiping at the saliva with one hand and pushing Richie away with the other before they both started to laugh.

“Come on, Workaholic, it’s time to eat. I promise this will all still be here when you get back.” He comments as Eddie nods, standing up from his chair, which caused his spine to crack.

They were both silent for a moment when Eddie pointed a warning finger at him.

“Not a single word from the peanut gallery,” He huffs, looking at Richie; he mimicked zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

The duo walked down the steps of their shared apartment before making a b-line for the kitchen. It wasn’t a huge kitchen, but it was big enough for the soon-to-be three.

“You got off tomorrow, right?” Richie set the food down onto the table before sitting down across from Eddie.

“For once, but I’ll probably go out shopping. It is my turn for groceries after all.” He explains, taking a bite of his dinner.

“Actually, do you think that maybe I could go with you? Make it a date?” He grins, wiggling his eyebrows, which made Eddie’s face flush gently.

“I mean… I don’t see why not.” He murmurs before noticing a weird emotion swirling within Richie’s irises. “Are you okay?” He tilted his head, causing the raven-haired man to blink at him.

“What? Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” He frowns, tapping at his scruffy looking face. “What? Is my complexion too much for your eyes to handle?” He batted his eyelashes, making Eddie snort softly.

“More like your complexion makes it look like you haven’t slept in thirty days and only run on caffeine and junk food.” He resorts when Richie’s jaw drops in offense.

“Ass!” He exclaims, placing his hand onto his chest before shaking his head. “And I even made dinner like a good little house husband! So ungrateful!” He swoons as Eddie starts to laugh at his antics.

“You’re such a dumbass sometimes. But I guess you’re mine.” He sighs solemnly before they both start to laugh.

Eddie can truly say that he’s never felt happier than when he is with Richie, which is saying a lot considering all Richie has ever done is make horrible jokes. He didn’t think he could be happy after the horrible childhood, but all the losers stuck together when they left Derry. The clown had bonded them in ways that no one could even begin to understand. They were a tight group and only let Stan’s new wife Patty into their little circle after she proved how much she loved Stan.

“No-take-backsies.” Richie shrugs, bringing Eddie back to reality. Eddie took notice of Richie playing with his food; he was about to ask what’s wrong when Richie spoke, “You know I love you, right?” He asked quietly, making Eddie blink in shock.

“Of course, I do. You know that I love you, right?” He questioned as Richie nodded quickly. “Good… Now, what did you do?” His sharp gaze bored into Richie. He shrugged in response as Eddie crossed his arms and sat back against his chair. “Richie--” He’s cut off by Richie waving his hands.

“You’ll see it tomorrow. But--I--I promise it’s nothing bad.” He assured quickly, but his tone left no room for argument.

“Richard Wentworth Kaspbrak-Tozier, what did you do?” He demanded slowly, making Richie wince.

“Ooh, why did you have to bring out the full name?” He pouts before shaking his head. “I guess you’ll find out tomorrow.” He grins before shoving food into his mouth so he couldn’t speak anymore.

Eddie didn’t look too convinced, but Richie immediately changed the topic of conversation to something else so Eddie couldn’t grill him for information anymore. Soon the comedian was listening to his beloved husband banter about people at his work who were absolute dumbasses that were going to send him into an early grave.

Eddie had been ranting so much that he didn’t notice the lovestruck look on Richie’s face as he watched Eddie. The younger man gestured wildly as Richie’s mind began to wonder about what Eddie’s face would look like when he found out what the surprise was.

That night, after washing dishes and getting showers, Richie was crawling into bed. Eddie was already fast asleep due to the stress he’s been through. Richie leaned down, smacking a kiss to Eddie’s cheek before he pulled Eddie back against his chest. He loved being the big spoon because having Eddie in his arms made all the struggles he’s faced worth it.

Eddie immediately turned around in his arms before burying his face into Richie’s chest, causing Richie’s face to flush red. He smiles before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Eddie’s forehead before placing another one on his temple.

“You are going to be the best fucking dad.” He whispered against Eddie’s temple before his eyes fluttered shut, and sleep consumed him.

It was the sun shining through the curtains that woke Richie up. He grunted softly, rolling over only to find Eddie’s side of the bed empty and cold. His eyes snapped open as he looked around the room to see if his beloved was there, but he was alone.

That’s when the door opened, causing his head to jerk towards the sound. Eddie stepped into the room carrying a tray of food and two cups of coffee resting on the tray. The two shared a smile as Richie sat up with a chuckle.

“Oh, wow, breakfast in bed? If you wanted me to put out, Eds, all you had to do was ask.” He grins, making Eddie roll his eyes.

“Shut up and eat your breakfast, you absolute wet noodle.” Eddie snorts before taking his cup of coffee.

“Thank you,” Richie comments before taking a drink of his own. “Mm, good coffee,” Richie moans softly.

“How would you know? It’s mostly creamer in that cup.” Eddie points out.

“That’s how you know it’s good coffee. Get a little hint of coffee with my creamer.” He flashes him a grin.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“No, you’re ridiculous. The only people who drink coffee black are really old people and people who want to punish themselves for no good reason.” Richie resorts.

“Eat your breakfast.” Eddie huffs playfully as Richie dug into his pancakes.

“So, what is on the agenda for today? Where all shall we be going?” He asked, looking up to Eddie.

“Probably just the mall. We can get everything we need in one place. I need to look for a new belt, and you need new shoes because you’re a psychopath who wears out his shoes in like two uses.” He points out.

“What can I say? It’s a gift.” Richie shrugs with a grin.

Eddie stood up before he started to get dressed, sipping at his coffee after he was done. Soon Richie finished his coffee and his breakfast before setting the tray on the floor and standing up. He stretched out before moaning out at the feeling of his body cracking back into place.

“Alright, I’m going to get dressed, brush my teeth, and then we can get going,” Richie explains, glancing at the clock. With how efficient Eddie is with shopping, Richie wasn’t too worried about being late to meet Betty at the diner.

Of course, it was at that moment that Eddie pulled out a list of things they needed. He began to ramble them off while Richie got dressed. He smiles softly at Eddie; he wasn’t even paying attention to Richie at that point.

After they got outside, Eddie complained about Richie not wearing a jacket since it was mid-fall and he was going to get sick. Richie’s mind thought on a tiny little bundled up child with Eddie towering over them, adding more layers to keep them from the cold.

“Are you even listening to me?” Eddie huffed as Richie started driving down the road.

“Mmm, nope. Should I be?” Richie grins at Eddie’s scoff before turning his attention back on the road. “Alright, let’s make this quick, yeah?” He asked.

“What? Why? Something important you need to attend to? I mean, you didn’t have to come. You were the one who insisted on coming.” Eddie frowns.

“No, no, I mean… The surprise?” Richie asked, hoping it would ring some bells. “I just--I’m antsy, and I wanna see your face. Is that so wrong?” Richie tilted his head to look at Eddie.

“No, but if you would just tell me the surprise, you would already know. Besides, you know I don’t really like surprises.” He points out.

“Trust me; you’ll love this one.” Richie grins before pulling into the parking lot of the plaza.

The two began to walk around the mall. Richie held Eddie’s hand as the shorter of the two dragged him off towards the stores that they needed items from. Richie was off in his own world, letting Eddie drag him along when suddenly Richie bumped into Eddie. He stepped back a few steps so he could look at Eddie and see why he had stopped.

Richie’s eyes flickered to where Eddie was looking. He was staring into a display area that had baby clothes and small toys hanging on the walls. Richie glanced back to Eddie, taking in the look of longing that made Richie’s heart cease up painfully. He looked back to the display and thought about the future of Eddie with their child.

He squeezed Eddie’s hand, bringing him back from his little fantasy before offering a smile to him. “You wanna go in there?” He asked, causing Eddie’s face to flush.

“Nuh--No, no… We shouldn’t. We don’t have a child.” He points out with a grim expression.

“Still, wouldn’t hurt to look right?” Richie asked, glancing down at his watch. “You want me to take this stuff to the car? I’ll be right back.” He promised before rushing off with their stuff.

After he came back to the store, Eddie was already deep into the back of the store. Richie finally caught up to him, watching as Eddie looked over the small clothing with a fond grin. He walked up to him before taking Eddie’s hand, causing him to jolt before looking at Eddie.

“See anything you like?” Richie asked.

“I see a lot of things. I would love to buy all of these.” He whispered before biting his lip softly.

“How about we buy something? If nothing else, we can give it to Stan and Patty-cakes?” He offers when Eddie looks at him.

“Yeah, I guess we could,” Eddie comments softly before looking at all of the clothing again. “I like this one.” He held up a small yellow onesie with little ducks on it.

“That’s so cute. And perfect since yellow is a gender-neutral color.” Richie chuckles softly. His heart was fluttering excitedly at the glitter of happiness in Eddie’s eyes. Who knew something so simple could make Eddie look like an absolute angel?

“I like this one.” He confirmed before looking at Richie.

“Alright, then we’ll get that one.” He grins before they went towards the front of the store. He knew they would be back; even if this adoption didn’t work, Richie would make sure one of them would.

“Well, we got done a lot quicker than even I anticipated.” Eddie chuckles softly.

“Yeah, you getting hungry? It’s almost three.”

“Hm, yeah, I could use a bite to eat. Where do you wanna go?”

“How about Davis? I want a cheeseburger and their seasoned fries.” Richie grins before opening the car door for Eddie.

The car ride was a little quiet; only the sound of the radio was playing through the speakers. It wasn’t an awkward silence, more of an understanding of the reason behind the quietness. Richie didn’t make a joke or try to break the silence. He reached over and squeezed Eddie’s hand gently, never taking his eyes off the road.

Richie turned off the car before locking the doors, causing Eddie to frown. Richie’s heart thundered against his chest as he looked over to Eddie. The two locked eyes as two different emotions swirled between them, fear and longing.

“Okay, Eddie, there's something I need to tell you before we go in here. This is where the surprise is.” He gestured, making Eddie’s head jerk towards the building to see if he could see anything. “It’s nothing grand like you think it is. But we are going to meet someone here.” He explained quietly.

“Okay? Why? Richie, you’re kinda freaking me out here.” He huffs when Richie chuckles, tearing up.

“Do you trust me?” Richie asked instead.

“What? Why?”

“Do you trust me, Eds?” He asked again.

“You know I do, even if I don’t want to.” Eddie snorts softly.

“Then trust me right now, more than you’ve ever trusted me.” He begged, taking Eddie’s hands into his own before squeezing them gently.

Without waiting for Eddie to respond, Richie unlocked the doors and got out of the car. He leans down before flashing Eddie a quick grin, causing the younger one to roll his eyes and get out of the car.

“This better be good.” He grumbled, following after Richie.

They both stepped into the restaurant, taking in a warm atmosphere and the scent of good food. Richie’s head tilted as he looked around the restaurant before finally locking eyes with Betty. He grabbed Eddie’s hand before walking him over to Betty.

“Oh, you made it.” Betty smiles, going to stand up when Richie waved his hand.

“Of course, you don’t need to get up for us. It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face finally. He doesn’t know why we’re meeting you.” He explains softly as Betty looked at Eddie before smiling.

“Well, I hope you don’t freak out too much.” She chuckles, causing Eddie to look between the two.

“Freak out about what?” Eddie huffs, growing impatient.

“Eddie, this is Miss. Betty Novak.  She’s the lady who has been so gracious enough to let us adopt her baby.” He comments quietly, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen. He jerked his head to look at Richie.

“She--She what?” He asked, feeling his throat close up from the overwhelming emotions burning through him.

“Yes, we came here to discuss how this is going to work. She wanted to know if we wanted to come to her ultrasounds and everything.” He explains as Eddie started to nod his head immediately.

“Yes, yes, of course!” He gasps, feeling tears start to trickle down his face as he looks at Betty.

“Richie and I already went over the paperwork,” Betty explains with a warm smile. “I’m not showing just yet, but then again, I’m only about to be three months in.”

“How long have you been planning this?” Eddie asked in shock. “You can’t keep a secret to save your life!” He exclaims, causing Richie to laugh.

“Two… Two years.” Richie chokes up slightly. “I’ve been going to couples after couples in hopes that they would agree. Betty and I started talking about a month ago.” He chuckles before Eddie surged forward and hugged Richie tightly.

“You asshole, how could you make me cry in public!” He huffs softly before laughing as he looks up to Richie.

“Because you did it when you proposed, so I think it’s a fair trade.” Richie grins at Eddie.

Richie gestured for Eddie to sit down before sliding down next to him. They both looked to Betty as she chuckles softly at their antics. Eddie took Richie’s hand into his own, squeezing it tightly as they began to talk to her about what Richie and Betty had already discussed.

It was about closer to five-thirty when they left, promising to see Betty on Friday for their first ultrasound together. Richie glanced at Eddie when they were back in the car. Eddie had been rather quiet after Betty had left, which kind of worried Richie.

“Eds, you okay?” He asked softly before Eddie slowly looked at him.

“You… You are the best thing that has come out of all the shit in my life.” Eddie smiles, causing Richie to blink in shock.

“Eddie--” He’s cut off by Eddie surging across the console between them and jerking Richie into a passionate kiss.

Richie grins before cupping Eddie’s face and deepening the kiss. The two got lost in each other as they have done so many times before.

“I love you so much,” Eddie whispered when he pulled away.

“I love you too… so much,” Richie promised quietly. “I’m just glad it finally worked. I’ve been keeping this inside for two years. All because I wanted to see that dumb face of your smile. You’re going to be the best fricking dad in the world… And I’m the one who gets to witness all of it.” Richie smiles.

“What about you?” Eddie asked with a tilt of his head.

“What about me?” Richie frowns.

“Don’t you think you are going to be a good dad?”

“Oh, fuck no.” Richie bursts out laughing. “I am going to suck so hard, but… but as long as I have you… I think I have a chance of being a good Pop, hm?” He asked before petting at his five o’clock shadow. “Might grow out a beard and get salt and pepper hair.” He grins as Eddie started to laugh.

“How is your hair going to be grey when you haven’t even hit thirty yet?” Eddie held his stomach as he laughs harder.

“Um, duh, I’ll dye it. Come on, Eds! Keep up with the times’ old man!” He snorts.

“So, you’ll be the cool trendy Pop, and I’ll be the worry-some Dad who plans and organizes everything?” Eddie asked.

“God, you’ll be so frickin hot pulling out a calendar for play dates.” Richie laughs when Eddie pushes at him.

“Says the hot Pop who is gonna wear socks and sandals together.” Eddie chuckles.

“I’m gonna fucking rock the shit out of them, too!” He grins before looking at Eddie again. “But… You’re okay with this surprise?” He asked softly.

“I’m more than okay with this surprise, Richie. I can’t wait to meet them.” He smiles before they shared one more quick kiss and went home.

Maybe Richie will show him the nursery he had created. I mean, Eddie thinks that it’s Richie’s workroom. Or maybe he’ll wait for another day.

Richie stole a glance at Eddie; his beloved was looking over the onesie they bought with the biggest grin on his face. Oh yeah, Richie knew Eddie was always meant to be a dad, and seeing this only proved it.

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Okay so I have a new series called the Deadlights AU! I’m only posting it on Ao3 because it’s easier for me! If you are interested here is the summary:

Suddenly, the ground ripped out from under him, causing him to plummet into darkness. His tears floated above him as he continued to fall through the aimless abyss.

“You failed, Richard.” A voice comments, making Richie growl.

“I’m fucking aware!” He spat before he landed down onto his feet. He looked up to see the turtle standing before him.

Surrounding them, laid thousands of bodies rotting. Each one held the same faces of each Loser; Stan, Bev, Ben, Bill, Mike, and most importantly, Eddie. All of them were reminders of Richie’s failure to save them, taunting him with their open eyes.

All you have to do is look up the title: A thousand years, I’d wait for you or go here to this link

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A touch as beautiful as this

Summary: “What’s the great Spaghetti Man doing in the corner all by his lonesome?” Richie asked before plopping down in the seat next to Eddie.

“No one wants to dance with me.” Eddie sighed softly. “I mean, Carla Rogers hinted at it a few days ago, but now, I don’t think she’s even here.” He frowns softly.

“I’m sorry, Eds.” Richie placed his chin onto his hand as he scanned the sea of young teens. Ah, the scent of too much perfume or cologne to the reek of desperation that flooded Richie’s nose made him glad he didn’t have a date.

Pairing: Edward Kaspbrak x Richard Tozier 

There was a dance, almost all high school had a dance or even more than once every year. So, why would the Loser’s club high school be any different? Still, Eddie didn’t really care to dance, yet somehow he had been convinced to go by Bev and Ben. They both harked how it was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So, here was Eddie, sitting in the back of the school’s gymnasium with a scowl painted across his features. Ben and Bev were dancing together, having the time of their lives. Stan was chatting with a girl named Patty from their Sociology class. Hell, even Bill was dancing with a girl named Audra. Everyone was having fun, except Eddie.

Mike couldn’t come since he still didn’t go to their school, and Eddie has yet to see Richie even come through the doors of the gym. He hasn’t been asked by anyone to dance, and although he didn’t want to dance, the fact that no one came up to him kind of sucked. Here he was dressed in formal clothing that his mother never let him wear out anywhere but Church.

Just when he thought the night couldn’t get any better, there came Richie who showed up. His long hair had been pulled into a short ponytail. Surprisingly, he was all dressed up in clothing that didn’t make him look like a total dumpster fire. The young man grins excitedly the moment his eyes locked onto Eddie’s.

“What’s the great Spaghetti Man doing in the corner all by his lonesome?” Richie asked before plopping down in the seat next to Eddie.

“No one wants to dance with me.” Eddie sighed softly. “I mean, Carla Rogers hinted at it a few days ago, but now, I don’t think she’s even here.” He frowns softly.

“I’m sorry, Eds.” Richie placed his chin onto his hand as he scanned the sea of young teens. Ah, the scent of too much perfume or cologne to the reek of desperation that flooded Richie’s nose made him glad he didn’t have a date.

“Honestly, this sucks. I was hoping maybe we’d all spend time together. I guess I should have known better with the others actually having dates.” Eddie commented.

“Ah, well, dates aren’t that great anyway. I don’t have anyone.” Richie grinned to Eddie.

“That’s because no one wants you, Rich.” Eddie snorted softly.

“Rude! I am a delight! Just ask your mother-dearest.” He wiggled his eyebrows which caused Eddie to fake gag.

“Disgusting, Richie. Truly disgusting.” He rolled his eyes at Richie who tossed his head back and cackled.

“This really does suck.” Richie groaned. “You wanna bounce?” He asked as Eddie looked to him with a frown.

“And leave our friends?” Eddie questioned.

“They seem preoccupied with some things,” He gestures to the other Losers, “Besides, I know how to make up for all those girls who are missing out on the great Edward Spaghedward.” He grins excitedly.

“How?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow before blinking in shock when Richie offers him out a hand.

“Follow me, Dear Eds, and I shall show you your wildest dreams,” He explains, “Come on.”

Eddie bit his lip gently before a grin bloomed across his features. His smaller hand slowly slid into Richie’s before the taller boy was yanking him out of the chair. They headed out of the gym room towards Richie’s car as Eddie couldn’t stop the burst of laughter that escaped him.

“Where are we going? I have to be here when Stanley comes to take me home!” He exclaims around his laughter.

“Fear not, Eddie! I shall take you home when the time comes! For now, come with me!” He explains, opening the car door. Eddie felt his face grow warmer at Richie’s smile.

“Okay,” He whispers, climbing into the car.

Richie closed the door as Eddie buckled his seat belt before Richie rounded the car. He climbed in before turning the car on, blasting the heater since the cold air of November made both of them shiver. The two shared a grin before Richie pulled out of the school’s parking lot, driving off towards the clubhouse.

“So, how are you going make me feel better about all those girls rejecting me?” He asked, glancing at Richie.

“You’ll see! Jeez, Eds, calm your pants down. I’m going to make good on my word.” Richie assured with a firm nod.

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully before glancing out the window. He started at the night sky with a dazed expression when Richie was shutting off the car. He blinked rapidly, looking up to see there were just outside the woods.

“What are we doing here?” He questioned, looking over to Richie.

“Come on, follow me,” He smiles, getting out of the car as Eddie pouts.

“Richie--” He’s cut off by Richie snagging his hand and yanking him out of the car. “Agh! You asshat!” He huffs.

Richie drags him into the woods before leading him down into the clubhouse. Eddie huffed before shielding his eyes when Richie turned on an oil lamp in order to light up the clubhouse.

“Are we--Are we down here to drink? Because if so, I’m leaving.” Eddie argues, causing Richie to roll his eyes.

“I’m not that much of a drinker, Eds.” He comments before pulling out a small cassette tape from one of the bags they all leave here. “Besides, I said I was going to make it up to you about the dancing.” He points out, walking over to the small stereo they had for music on occasions.

“Oh?” Eddie frowns when Richie pops the tape in before turning it on. “How is this going to--” He’s cut off once more by Richie holding out his hand.

Soft music poured through the speakers as Eddie blinked in shock. He looked over at Richie, noticing the goofy grin on his flushed face.

“Will you dance with me, Eddie?” He asked when Eddie smiles softly.

“You--You want to dance?” Eddie questioned, causing Richie to snort.

“Nope, I just wanted to get your hopes up.” He rolled his eyes before taking Eddie’s hands and placing them onto his shoulders.

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the feeling of Richie’s hands slowly sliding onto his hips. His mouth felt dry as he stared into Richie’s eyes. Richie slowly swayed them to the music, grinning at Eddie. He slowly rested his head on Richie’s chest while listening to the rhythmic beat of Richie’s heart.

Suddenly it thumped faster, almost galloping at the feeling of Eddie so close to him. Richie immediately dug his teeth into his lower lip in order not to mess up this moment with his loud mouth. Having Eddie here, and now, was like the most precious thing to Richie.

Eddie slowly tilted his head up to meet Richie’s gaze, fire burning within those irises.  All of the air in Richie’s lungs escaped him. He didn’t know what to do, especially with Eddie staring this intensely at him.

Suddenly, he didn’t get a choice in the matter. Eddie pulled him down with a hand on the back of his neck, smashing their mouths together. Richie’s eyes widened before he moved his glasses since it was squishing their faces. He tilted his head to the side in order to deepen the kiss.

Eddie’s fingers slid their way through Richie’s locks, tugging gently. A moan was tore from Richie’s throat as he pulled Eddie flushed against his body. The kiss turned heated as the two boys stopped swaying to the music. The same music that had been lost in the background of their kiss. Neither of them noticed the changing of the song until an upbeat tempo started to play. Eddie pulls away with a gasp before he looked up to Richie. He was watching Eddie with bated breath.

“You kissed me back.” He comments dumbly, causing Richie to snort.

“Yeah, you do that when you like someone.” He whispered as Eddie’s eyes widened.

“You--You like me?” He questioned.

“Am I reading this wrong? Because I thought you liked me considering you kissed me first.” Richie points out.

“I--I do! I do--I just had no idea that you liked me back…” He trailed off while biting his lip.

“Well, I think I just kinda proved that by kissing you back. Wouldn’t you say?” Richie snorts, causing Eddie to blush.

“This went a lot smoother in my head.” He mumbles.

“You planned this in your head? Huh. I guess we both plan things. I thought about tonight too. I was scared you wouldn’t come with me,” Richie explains, “But we both should know that we aren’t that smooth.” He grins.  

“I guess not. We are kinda dumb,” Eddie snorts, “So, since I like you… and you like me. Does that mean we should date?” He questioned when a grin bloomed across Richie’s mouth.

“Well, I’d have to break up with your mom. I don’t know if her old heart can handle that.” He comments solemnly.

“Are you fucking kidding me!” Eddie exclaims, shoving Richie back. “I take it back! I don’t like you!” He groans loudly, making Richie laugh.

“Nope! Too late! You are mine, Eddie Spaghetti!” He grins before smashing their mouths together again.

After Richie pulled away, he noticed the beat of the song. He grinned before taking Eddie’s hands in his own as he started to dance like a dumbass, only to make Eddie laugh. He dramatically spun Eddie around, dipping him down and making him laugh harder.

Oh, if Richie could bottle up that sound forever, he would. Eddie’s laugh was the best music. He was smiling as he thumped Eddie back against his chest before he hooked his chin on Eddie’s shoulder.

“So, this better than any girl who would dance with you?” He questioned.

“It’s alright,” He grins at Richie huffs. “No, this is… Perfect.” He assured when Richie smiles before burying his face into Eddie’s neck.

Richie chuckled softly when the song ended, turning once again into a slower beat. Richie held his arms around Eddie’s waist as Eddie’s arms rested over top of Richie’s own. They swayed to the music as Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut.

Richie couldn’t believe it, Eddie was his. He didn’t think any of this would work, but here he was with Eddie in his arms! Eddie liked him back! His heart was thundering against his chest as he held Eddie tightly, so afraid he’d open up his eyes. Especially if this would it would all be a dream.

Eddie was smiling softly, head leaning against Richie’s forehead. This, right here, was so much better than any dance he would have at the gym with those girls. Because with Richie, it was genuine. And he would spend the rest of his life, right here in this moment forever if he could.

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Oh my goodness! I just noticed one of mine is on here! Thank you so much love! 🥺♥️

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Someone like you (Request)

Prompt: I really loved your last fanfic and the mention of Eddie's feelings to Bill made me happy so If you still take requests, I would like to read some Kaspbrough--Anonymous 

Summary: “You think I will find someone?” Eddie asked quietly, feeling that twist in his gut flare up like it always did whenever he’d think about growing older.

“Of cuh--course I do.” Bill offers him a warm smile that struck Eddie in ways he had never noticed before. 

Bill was beautiful.

Like actually beautiful, from his sleep muzzled hair to his dorky grin that made Eddie’s heart flutter rapidly. Apparently, it was too hot for a shirt since it was summer, but the way Bill’s body looked was… breath-taking. Now, he wasn’t overly muscular where it was gross to look at. He was perfectly shaped in ways that Eddie wanted to be in his arms--And whoa, wait a minute.

Eddie had never noticed it, but now, seeing Bill in a new light put a lot of things into perceptive for him. Now that he was actually looking at Bill, he knew immediately that he was never going to be able to see him again. That was rather eye-opening and almost terrifying because this was his best friend… he wasn’t supposed to like Bill like this, right?

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Eddie Kaspbrak

Edward Kaspbrak is someone who never understood what people meant when they say that love is the most important feeling in the world. Maybe he hasn’t had that same epiphany that the rest of the others have, so he can’t truly understand what they mean. That being said, Eddie felt like for all of his friends because they were people who loved and accepted him for being the way he was.

“So, Eddie Spaghetti, is there anyone that has caught the eye of the ever-so-lovely Doctor K?” Richie asked, glancing up from the comic book he was reading. They were currently in Richie’s room since a lot of the other losers were out doing other things.

“What do you mean?” Eddie frowns softly, sitting up on the bed so he can look at Richie better.

“I mean is there anyone you love?” Richie snorts as Eddie’s face heats up gently.

“I-I don’t know! I mean do you have someone you like?” Eddie demanded when Richie shrugs.

“I asked you first. Come on, there’s no one that you are so happy to see?” Richie quirked an eyebrow at him.

“I… I really don’t know. I never thought about it, I guess.” Eddie shrugs when Richie immediately shot up from the bed.

“What? Are you kidding me?” Richie demanded as Eddie’s eyes widened.

“Why do you care so much?” Eddie huffed, crossing his arms.

“Because Eds, we’re about to be seniors this year! This is the year that you are supposed to go to the dance! Have fun! Enjoy the last year of public school before we are shipped off to who-knows-where to a college next fall!” Richie exclaims.

“First off, don’t call me Eds. Second off, why does it matter? As you said, it’s my senior year and I want to have fun. I can have fun without a lover.” Eddie comments before turning his attention back to his own comic book when Richie snatched and tossed it on to the other side of the bed. “Richie!” He screeched.

“Eddie! You can’t--You gotta do something! You’ve never had your first kiss--No, Bev doesn’t count we were playing spin the bottle!” Richie countered before Eddie could open his mouth. “Okay, tell me what you look for in a person.” Richie gestures to Eddie who groans.

“Dude, I don’t like anyone. Why is this such a big deal?” He huffed.

“Because I have Stan, Ben and Bev are dating, Mike has that girl named Kayla who helps out on the farm and Bill is just… Bill. We all have someone but you.” Richie points out, causing a scowl to spread across Eddie’s face.

“I wasn’t aware of that. Thanks.” He replied with sarcasm dripping in his tone.

“Spaghetti man, come on. What do you look for in someone?” Richie asked, tilting his head as Eddie threw up his hands with a loud groan.

“I don’t know! Someone who doesn’t mind my mother? Because that’s gonna stupid show stopper! No one can handle her! I can’t even handle her sometimes!” He exclaims.

“Hey, I can handle her just fine.” Richie grins as Eddie hit him in the face with a pillow. “Hey! Don’t disrespect your Step-Daddy!” He countered.

“No one will ever call you that! How does Stan put up with your shit sometimes?” Eddie huffs when Richie laughs.

“Slowly and then all at once.” Richie grins as Eddie rolled his eyes. “However, this isn’t about Stan and me, it’s about you.” He explains.

“Look, I really don’t know. I guess I never thought about it since I knew with my mom… I’d probably never be with anyone. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’ll live alone so lay off.” Eddie comments before snagging the comic book and ripping it open.

“Eds, you’re not gonna be alone forever. I mean… shit--If I was able to bag a cutie like Staniel then I’m sure you can get someone too.” Richie points out, making Eddie roll his eyes again.

The conversation was dropped, which Eddie was more than grateful for.

Now that Richie mentioned it, Eddie couldn’t stop thinking about it and it’s almost two months. His mind was racing and soon he found himself envisioning a faceless person who would love him and they’d grow old together. His dreams were becoming more realistic with a marriage, adopting pets, and other things you would normally do to grow up.

Soon, there was a hole blooming in his chest at the feeling of longing for that contact that his dreams were giving him. Some nights he’d wake up with tears in his eyes and a cold sweat breaking out across his body from the feeling. He wanted nothing more than to be loved and now he blamed Richie for making these feelings come to life.

The losers all decided to have a sleepover down in Bill’s basement since there were furniture and other items that others could sleep on. They had been watching movies and eating junk food just like they always did throughout the years. Eddie was the first one to pass out since his mother had him on a strict sleeping schedule that even through the summer held it’s value.

Eddie was laying across the love-seat, dreaming vividly of this faceless person who for the first time spoke--I love you--Causing Eddie to wake up a sharp gasp as he looked around the darkened room to see the others were asleep. The only light source was the little ray of moonlight that shined through the small window. He felt goose flesh spread across his arms and legs, making him shiver as tears flooded his eyes.

“Eddie?” Bill’s voice spoke softly as Eddie jolted before sitting up to see Bill on the recliner beside him. “Yuh--You okay?” He asked, taking in the flushed features on the younger one’s face.

“I’m fine,” Eddie assured, swiping at both his cheeks to make the tears stop.

“Eddie, duh--don’t lie to me. Come on, luh-let’s get you some water.” Bill stood up from the recliner before offering out a hand with a gentle smile spread across his lips.

Eddie looked from his hand up to Bill’s face, taking each feature the boy had with a photographic memory. He swallowed the hard lump in his throat before reaching out and snagging Bill’s hand as the latter helped him stand. Eddie’s legs felt slightly wobbly, but with Bill’s support, they were able to go upstairs without waking anyone else up.

“Suh--So, you gonna talk to me?” Bill asked, walking over to the cupboards to get some cups as Eddie sat at the small table.

“Just dreams.” Eddie shrugs, not wanting to really offer any more than that.

“Juh-Just dreams? Like nuh-nightmares?” Bill asked as Eddie shakes his head.

“No, they’re good dreams.” He assured, only further the crease in Bill’s brow.

“Oh-Okay, then what’s the pruh-problem?” Bill asked, getting them both a drink before setting a cup down in front of Eddie who gratefully gulped almost half the liquid down.

“Because they are dreams about being with someone. I never worried about this stuff before and then… then Richie asked me who I liked and who I was looking for in a person.” Eddie explains as Bill rolls his eyes.

“Ruh--Richie does that shit to get a rise out of yuh-you,” Bill comments softly. “If you duh--don’t like someone then don’t like sum-someone.” He explains as Eddie shrugs.

“It’s not that I don’t… I just… I never really thought about it before until now. I guess I had accepted that I’d probably never leave this dumb town.” Eddie sighed shakily when Bill frowns.

“Eddie, yuh--you’re a smart guy. You’ll go far… Fuh--Far away from here. And you’ll meet someone. You’re guh--going on eighteen this year. You have the--the rest of your life.” Bill points out before taking a drink.

“Is that what you do? Is that why you aren’t with anyone?” Eddie asked quietly when Bill snorts.

“I’ve juh-just been dealing wuh--with a lot of things. Puh--Parents up my ass. Buh--Baseball. I don’t huh--have time for those things, I guess. Buh--But that doesn’t mean I don’t wuh--want it.” He explains as Eddie nods.

“You think I will find someone?” Eddie asked quietly, feeling that twist in his gut flare up like it always did whenever he’d think about growing older.

“Of cuh--course I do.” Bill offers him a warm smile that struck Eddie in ways he had never noticed before.

Bill was beautiful.

Like actually beautiful, from his sleep muzzled hair to his dorky grin that made Eddie’s heart flutter rapidly. Apparently it was too hot for a shirt since it was summer, but the way Bill’s body looked was… breath-taking. Now, he wasn’t overly muscular where it was gross to look at. He was perfectly shaped in ways that Eddie wanted to be in his arms--And whoa, wait a minute.

Eddie had never noticed it, but now, seeing Bill in a new light put a lot of things into perceptive for him. Now that he was actually looking at Bill, he knew immediately that he was never going to be able to see him again. That was rather eye-opening and almost terrifying because this was his best friend… he wasn’t supposed to like Bill like this, right?

“Nuh--Now, how about we talk about sum--something else for a little bit.” Bill offers. “Get your muh--mind off everything.” He explains as Eddie nods dumbly.

The rest of the night, Bill talked to Eddie about a lot of things. Most things that Eddie had no idea was going on inside of Bill’s head. He’s never felt as close to someone until tonight and soon he found himself speaking about things he kept inside. It was the most liberating thing that Eddie has ever done aside from standing up against his mother. And that’s when it hit him… He realized he was in love with Bill… Because those feelings he had for the others were different when he thought about Bill…

He was royally screwed.

About a week after the sleepover, Eddie cornered Richie in the clubhouse before the others came so he could yell at him. Well, it was more like high-pitched squeaks as Richie tried to dissect what the poor frantic boy was trying to say. Between his flailing arms and face as red as a tomato, Richie pieced together that Eddie was in love.

“Who is it!” Richie exclaims excitedly as Eddie looks at him.

“That is not the point of this conversation you absolute goober!” He exclaims, beating on Richie’s chest with his fists.

“Whoa! Whoa, calm down! You look like you’re going to have an aneurism!” Riche cackles when Eddie’s eyes darkened in anger. “Alright, hold on you little demon. You short people get easily angered because you’re closer to Satan I swear.” He snorts.

“Richie!” He huffed as Richie’s hands shot up in surrender. “You are an asshole! Do you know that? This is all your fucking fault! I was fine until you had to open your dumbass Trashmouth like you always do!” He exclaims, tears forming in his eyes as Richie froze.

“Hey, what are you talking about? Is it--Holy shit, Eds is it me?” He asked as Eddie’s face twisted in disgusted.

“No! I’d rather lick a fucking stump!” Eddie barked, making Richie pout his lips.

“Okay, so… so what’s this about? Because you like someone? How bad can it be?” Richie quirked an eyebrow at him as Eddie scrubbed his hands through his hair.

“It’s very bad! It’s the worst and I can’t stop it! Make it stop!” He begged when Richie looked down at him in complete shock.

“Eddie, who the hell do you like?” He asked before a sob escapes Eddie’s trembling lips.

“I can’t love them… I can’t they won’t… They don’t like me.” He whispered before collapsing against Richie’s chest.

“Eds, I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Is it Stan?” Richie asked, tensing slightly as Eddie huffed and pulled away.

“No! It’s Bill! Okay! I think I might be in love with Bill!” He exclaims, yanking at his hair. “I mean my dreams started off with a faceless person and now they are all Bill! Bill this! Bill that! It’s all BILL!” He throws his hands up as Richie watches him explode.

“Whoa, wait… You got a crush on Billiam? Shit, my dude, this club really stays close huh?” He snorts, earning a murderous look from Eddie. “Why is it so bad that you like Bill? I mean, it is Bill and he’s got the brains of a walnut.” Richie points out.

“You are not helping me here,” Eddie comments back as Richie snorts before shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m not the one who is in love with him.” Richie resorts when Eddie groaned covering his face. “I actually find it adorable. I mean, I’m happy for you.” He grins as Eddie’s hands slowly scrape down his face.

“I can’t be though! I’m a boy and so is Bill!” He explains, making Richie quirk a brow.

“And? Stan and I are boys who are dating.” Richie points out. “Look, I know what your mom is like. She drilled it into your head that they are nasty disease filled people who worship the devil or some religious B-S like that. But I can assure you that it’s not anything like that. You can’t help who you love, Eds.” He shrugs when Eddie thumped down on the hammock.

“What do I do? I mean… Bill has only dated girls. What if… What if I tell him and suddenly everything falls apart. I’ll lose all my friends or he will and we won’t be able to be in a room together… and then--” Eddie starts to hyperventilate when Richie slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Oh-kay, we’re gonna need you to tone that shit down,” Richie comments with wide eyes. “Look, this is Bill we’re talking about here. The boy who can’t help but be nice to everyone. Even those who don’t deserve it. That being said, Bill has only dated girls and they’ve all ended in disaster. So maybe you are the beautiful angel he needs to have a good relationship! Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Denbrough love you!” He explains as Eddie’s face flushes.

“Shut up…” Eddie mumbles before they both sat in silence for a few moments. Just as he was about to ask Richie for help the hatch opened before the other losers finally came in and the conversation was dropped… again.

“Heh--Hey, Eddie.” Bill comments, walking home with him later that night as Eddie hums softly. “Do you… Did I do sum--something wrong?” He asked quietly as Eddie jerked his head up to meet Bill’s worried gaze.

“Wha--What? What do you mean?” Eddie’s voice cracked slightly as his heart pounded against his chest.

“Wuh--Well, it felt like you wuh--were avoiding me a lot lately. Tuh--Today just proved it. We were paired up fuh--for the Quarry and you looked up--upset. If I did something… I’m--I’m sorry.” He apologized as Eddie’s heart ceased tightly.

“Jesus, Bill, No! No, that’s not… Fuck--I’m the one who should be apologizing. I didn’t mean to act that way, I swear.” Eddie assures, waving his hands around as Bill shoved his hands into his jacket’s pockets.

“Thuh--Then why did you act like that?” Bill questioned with a gentle frown.

“Promise you won’t hate me. No matter what I say right now?” Eddie asked, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk as Bill almost bumped into him.

“Eddie--” He’s cut off.

“Promise me! Please, I need to know that you won’t hate me.” Eddie whispered as Bill blinked in shock before looking at Eddie.

“I pruh--promise, Eddie. Whatever it is.” He assured, motioning the ‘cross-my-heart’ before looking back to Eddie who let out a shaky breath.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me… I tried to make it go away, but I can’t. You’re so sweet to me and you listen to me. You’ve always been there for me.” Eddie explains as Bill nods, motioning for him to continue. “So… So it came to a little shocking when I realized that this warmth in my chest that I feel around you is love…” He laughs wetly, tears flooding down his face as he chokes on his breath. “I’m in love with you, Bill. I think I always have been, I just never had it at face value before.” He whispered.

Bill’s eyes widened as he looked at Eddie who was borderline sobbing at this point. His brain finally caught up to register that Eddie was in love with him. That’s why he was acting that way… He wanted to get rid of the feelings because he thought Bill would hate him.

Did he love Eddie? I mean he’s always been protective over the little hypochondriac… But was that feeling love? He thought he had feelings for Stan, but he believes that it was a crush for him to figure out that hey he liked boys too. But he wanted to hug Eddie, keep him from ever crying again because this look was the most heartbreaking thing he’s ever seen.

“Buh--Bill? Please, say something.” Eddie whispered, feeling his body growing cold as he flinched when Bill stepped forward. He opened his mouth to call out for him again onto to have his face buried against Bill’s chest, taking in the scent of cologne.

“Thuh--Thank you,” Bill whispered as Eddie’s face twisted in confusion before he looked up at Bill. “Yuh--You made me realize that it wuh--was love I felt for you. I--I didn’t understand it. Juh--Just like you. But it’s there. I never… I never explore thuh--this before.” Bill explains when Eddie shook his head.

“Wah--Wait a minute… Are you… You mean you love me, too?” Eddie asked quietly.

“I thuh--think so. I’d like to explore this muh--more if you are.” Bill offers.

“Holy shit, wait this is not what I thought was gonna happen. I need a moment.” Eddie’s breathing started to pick up when Bill wrapped his hands on Eddie’s shoulders before lowering them down to the curb.

“Bruh--Breathe with me.” He mimicked a slow inhale and exhale to help Eddie breathe normally. “Yuh--You okay?” He asked as Eddie nods, not yet trusting his voice when he started to shiver from the cold.

Bill immediately stood up, ripping off his jacket before placing it onto Eddie’s shoulders as the two boys shared a look. Bill offers him a sheepish smile as Eddie’s hands slowly curl around the fabric and hold it closer to him. He sat back down next to Eddie whose mind was racing before everything shouted the same thing.

Bill turned to Eddie, ready to ask if he was okay again when suddenly, Eddie’s lips had smashed against his own. Bill’s eyes widened more out of shock than anything before he immediately cupped Eddie’s face and deepened the kiss. Eddie’s dreams didn’t do Bill the justice that he deserved because this kiss was everything and more.

“Oh… Oh my god.” Eddie whispered as he pulled back when Bill snorted.

“Guh--Good, oh my god, ruh--right?” He asked, making Eddie nod dumbly.

“Perfect,” Eddie assured when Bill snorts before bumping their foreheads together. “I guess you’re right. I did find someone.” He whispered softly. “Someone like you.” He grins softly.

Bill smiles and pulls him into another kiss as Eddie tilts his head to the side, allowing Bill to take the lead again. Eddie would have to go home soon, but right here and right now, Eddie couldn’t care less that his mother was probably freaking out. Because he was exactly where he was supposed to be with the person of his dreams.

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Until we meet again

Summary: “Muh-Mike,” Bill comments softly as the other hummed gently. “I… I’m scared,” Bill whispered when Mike turned his head to meet Bill’s gaze.

“Scared? Of what?” He asked with a frown when Bill swallowed the lump forming in his throat. 

“The--The others forgot already. Wuh--What if that happens to me? You said you’d stay, buh-but Mike… I can’t… I’m so scared.” He whispered before a small sob escapes from his trembling chest. 

“Oh, baby boy… I… I’m scared too.” Mike whispered before pulling their foreheads together when Bill surged forward and hugged Mike tightly. “It’ll be okay. We’re gonna be okay.” He promised softly.

 “Muh-Mike, I can’t leave you here. Come with me. We’ll run away together. Forget this stuh-stupid town!” Bill begged, cupping Mike’s face as Mike offered him a sad smile.

“I can’t do that, Bill… You and I both know that we can’t do that. And you can’t stay here. You have a gift that’s going to take you places. Those books are something that everyone needs to read, but you’ll never get there if you don’t leave this town.” He whispered when Bill shook his head.

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Mike Hanlon

Warning: This has smut in it. If you are under 18 years old, please don’t read this. 

Mike Hanlon and Bill Denbrough were the last two losers to still be in Derry, Maine at age eighteen. Stan had been the first to leave, followed by Bev, Ben, Eddie, and finally Richie who left over two months ago. None of them have sent letters or anything like they had promised so they wouldn’t forget and honestly, it terrified both Mike and Bill.

Bill and Mike were currently in the bed Mike’s beat-up pick-up truck on a starry summer night. They had blankets out since it was getting rather chillier in the empty field that they were currently in. Their hands were interlocked as their eyes stayed glued to the sky while a comfortable silence fell over the two.

“Muh-Mike,” Bill comments softly as the other hummed gently. “I… I’m scared,” Bill whispered when Mike turned his head to meet Bill’s gaze.

“Scared? Of what?” He asked with a frown when Bill swallowed the lump forming in his throat.

“The--The others forgot already. Wuh--What if that happens to me? You said you’d stay, buh-but Mike… I can’t… I’m so scared.” He whispered before a small sob escapes from his trembling chest.

“Oh, baby boy… I… I’m scared too.” Mike whispered before pulling their foreheads together when Bill surged forward and hugged Mike tightly. “It’ll be okay. We’re gonna be okay.” He promised softly.

“Muh-Mike, I can’t leave you here. Come with me. We’ll run away together. Forget this stuh-stupid town!” Bill begged, cupping Mike’s face as Mike offered him a sad smile.

“I can’t do that, Bill… You and I both know that we can’t do that. And you can’t stay here. You have a gift that’s going to take you places. Those books are something that everyone needs to read, but you’ll never get there if you don’t leave this town.” He whispered when Bill shook his head.

“I--I can’t leave you here… It’s not… You’ll be auh-alone!” Bill exclaims when Mike pulls him into a kiss as Bill immediately deepens it.

“Bill, I’ll be okay. We all had a choice. Everyone had a talent that was going to take them somewhere. I belong here. And when that time comes… When he comes back… You’ll be the first one I call.” He promised as Bill buried his face into Mike’s chest.

“I’m sorry… I’m suh-sorry.” Bill whispered as Mike’s fingers ran their course through Bill’s hair that had turned a darker brown.

“Don’t be. Don’t be sorry because you have a chance to get the hell out of this fucking town. Do you hear me, Denbrough?” Mike asked when Bill finally looked up to him.

“Muh-Mike,” Bill whispered before slowly he crawled his way into Mike’s lap as the air around them grew thick. “I’m luh-leaving in a few days… And… And I want to remember you…” Bill whispered softly when Mike snorts.

“This how you want to remember me?” He asked, placing his hands on Bill’s hips when Bill grins down at him.

“Wuh-What better way?” He questioned as Mike rolled his eyes but even he was grinning. “I love you… and I wuh-want you to be my first and always.” He explains when Mike nods.

“Okay, how do you want to do this? There’s some lube in my glove box since someone loves to tease me all the time.” Mike smirks at the flush on Bill’s face.

“I ruh-regret nothing,” Bill stated firmly, causing Mike to laugh as he surged forward before flipping them over. Bill let out a soft squeaking soft as his back hit the metal of bed that was only slightly protected by the blanket, but he still had a pillow which he was thankful for.

“You okay?” Mike asked as Bill looked up to see the glow of the moon surround Michael like he was an angel. All of the air in Bill’s lungs slowly wheezed out of him at such a beautiful sight before him.

“Yuh-Yeah, you’re just… beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out to brush over Mike’s face. He smiled gently at the smooth skin as he glided his thumb over Mike’s cheekbone and back down to his jaw.

“Says the angel in front of me.” Mike resorts before leaning down to kiss Bill who immediately wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck and pulling him closer.

They kissed like they were coming home, easing into it but passionate with each stroke of lips against the other. It set off a spark within Bill’s stomach that burned and spread throughout his entire body like wildfire. His skin felt like it was going to melt off him with each kiss that Mike had placed onto his swelling lips.

“Muh-Mike, lube. Guh-Get the lube.” He panted as Mike grins and kisses down Bill’s neck, causing the other boy’s eyes to roll back into his head. “Fuh-Fuck!” He gasps softly as he tugged on the fabric of Mike’s shirt. There was a soft ripping noise that sounded like the seams threat was tearing, but Bill couldn’t bring himself to be apologetic. “Mike!” Bill whines as Mike finally pulled away.

“Okay, okay! So impatient. You know they say good things come to those who wait.” Mike explains before he slides open the small window on the back of his truck and stretched in to get to the glove box.

“Yuh-You and I both know that I’m nuh-not very patient,” Bill comments, trying to compose himself before he sat up to remove his shirt.

Mike finally pulled back before looking to Bill who was almost the entire way undressed. “I see.” Mike snorts as Bill’s face flushes.

“Shuh-Shut up and make love to me,” Bill grumbles as Mike chuckles and thumps the tube of lube along with a condom onto the blanket before he kissed Bill again.

“You remember the first time we did this when we were seventeen?” Mike asked quietly as Bill groaned.

“Are yuh-you trying to make me luh-lose my erection?” Bill mumbles when Mike starts to laugh.

“Oh, come on! You were so cute! All the sounds you made!” Mike gushed, causing Bill to cover his face and groan.

“That’s it! Guh-Get off me! I’m juh-jerking off in the front seat!” Bill exclaims, pushing at Mike who was laughing harder.

“You couldn’t satisfy yourself even if you did, Baby boy,” Mike whispered, voice taking on a slightly deeper tone as Bill swallowed thickly.

“Thuh-Then stop being a tease and suh-satisfy me.” Bill huffs when Mike kissed down his neck gently.

Since Bill was leaving tomorrow, Mike could leave marks on his boy for Bill to remember for a little longer… even if it was a few days. Tonight was about them uniting as one for the last time because Bill knew that he was going to forget… Bill knew that in about a week, he’s going to forget Mike for God only knows how long and it fucking terrified him.

Mike dug his teeth into the skin above Bill’s belly-button, causing the latter to gasp out before arching his back. Bill’s lust blown eyes slowly flickered down to see Mike continue his path down until he was at the borderline of fabric and skin. Bill couldn’t help the shaky breath that escapes passed his parted lips at the sight of Mike between his spread thighs.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on,” Mike whispered as Bill’s teeth dug into his lower lip, muffling the whimper that clawed its way up out of his throat. “And you are mine for one more night.” He smiles when Bill’s hand reached down to take Mike’s hand from his hip before squeezing it.

“Nuh-No, I’m yours from now until fuh-forever. My heart is yours, Muh-Mike Hanlon.” Bill whispered when Mike smiles and squeezes it back.

“And I’m yours. Forever, William Denbrough.” He assured as they shared a smile.

“Nuh-Now stop being a sap and fuck me!” Bill huffed, making Mike bust out laughing. “I’m guh-getting dicked down if I have to ruh-ride your dumbass!” He exclaims when Mike smirks at him.

“Not necessary,” Mike explains before pulling off Bill’s boxers, leaving him completely naked while Mike was still fully clothing.

“Wuh-What the fuck. Get these off.” He grumbles, tugging at Mike’s shirt as he tossed it towards the other end of the truck’s bed. “These two.” He murmurs before pulling open the belt of Mike’s jeans.

Mike helped him pull out the belt before it hit the bed with a thunk as metal tapped against metal. The two shared a smile when Mike knelt down between Bill’s legs as Mike slowly kissed up from his knee towards the hardened cock. Bill’s breath caught in his throat as his head thumped back onto the pillow with a shiver of pleasure.

“Muh-Mike.” He begged quietly, feeling his body grow hotter with each kiss. It was absolute torture when Mike got so close to the prize only for him to switch legs and kiss down his thigh. “Mike, yuh-you asshole…” He whimpers and opens his mouth to curse him out only for Mike to wrap his lips around the flushed, swollen head.

Bill’s eyes snapped shut as he arched his back, gripping tightly at the blanket underneath him. His jaw dropped down, but no sound escaped him as the intense, wet heat surrounding the sensitive tip. Bill finally moaned out when Mike’s head slid down to engulf more of the blood-filled muscle into his mouth.

“Fuh-Fuck! Muh-Mike!” He winced as his stutter got worse. It’s actually been getting better through the years which he was thankful for, not it was only every few words that his brain skipped like a broken record. “Fuck, thuh-that’s it.” He praised out, uncaring that he was a little louder than either one of them were used to.

But through the past few years of dating Mike, there was only enough time for hurried handjobs or make-out sessions whenever they could… and they had to be quiet whenever those happened. So, right now, it was just them which meant that Bill could fucking scream to the heavens if he really wanted to.

“Bill,” Mike panted as he slowly pulled himself off Bill’s cock. There was a string of saliva that connected the two, making Bill’s face flush at the sight. “You think you have two in you?” He questioned as Bill whimpered.

“Huh-Holy shit, you can ask muh-me something like that.” Bill squeaks as Mike laughed gently.

“I want to make sure I can still fuck you after I suck you off.” Mike points out when Bill covered his face.

“Yuh-You were hanging around Richie too muh-much. Only he says suh-such vulgar shit.” Bill comments, causing Mike to grin.

“Yeah, but that twitch you just gave told me that you liked me doing that. You like me talking about fucking you?” He asked when Bill bit his lip as his dick twitched to life. “See, you want me to plow you until you can’t walk.” He whispered.

“Oh muh-my god… I’m gonna fuh-fucking die before we have suh-sex you ass!” He whines before he heard the snick of a cap being opened. He moved his hands to see Mike pouring lube on his fingers as he warmed up the slightly thicker liquid before moving Bill’s thighs further apart. “Muh-Mike--” He’s cut off by Mike shushing him.

“It’s okay. I’ll take care of you.” Mike assured before rubbing the lube around the outside of Bill’s asshole, making the young man shiver gently.

“Pluh-Please,” Bill begged before moaning at the first finger slowly pressing inside. Bill’s eyes fluttered shut as he tried to thrust back against Mike’s hand.

“So beautiful. Look at you. Taking my finger so well, you ready for another one?” He questioned as Bill nods immediately while moaning gently at the feeling. Soon two fingers became three pushing and pulling at a gentle rhythm.  

The feeling of Mike’s fingers as they scraped over the muscles inside only to brush over Bill’s prostate, causing the other boy to sob softly. Bill’s hands thrusted forward and wrapped around Mike’s neck before yanking him down so they could be closer. Bill moans out against Mike’s skin as he tried to get the fingers deeper inside of him.

“Fuh-Fuck! Mike, I’m ready--I’m suh-so ready.” He whimpers, looking up to Mike with glassy eyes.

“I said I’d get two out of you and I intend to do so,” Mike comments and before Bill could resort, Mike’s lips were back around Bill’s cock.

Bill felt light-headed from the rampage of pleasure coursing through him as Bill’s fingers scrape gently at Mike’s shoulders. Mike continued to bob his head while his fingers scissored against Bill’s prostate. Bill’s jaw dropped down as his face twisted up in pleasure as he felt Mike’s arm go over his hips so he couldn’t buck up and choke Mike.

Mike felt Bill’s thigh trembling around his shoulders, smirking as much as he could, he leaned down until Bill’s cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed while rubbing the bundle of nerves with such precision that Bill didn’t stand a chance. Bill screamed loudly, choking out Mike’s name before his body tensed and hot, white pleasure flooded through him.

Bill’s eyes rolled back as his body shook violently from the waves crashing over him. He whimpered at the sharp pleasure slowly turning into too much before Mike finally pulled away as Bill slumped against the blanket. His body was on fire and the cold air of the night seemed like an almost distant memory.

Mike leans down and presses his lips to Bill’s before finally pulling away so he could get the condom he had grabbed with the lube. He ripped open the foil packet before rolling it down onto his throbbing cock as he reaches for the lube only for Bill to intercept.

Bill flashes him a sheepish grin as he opens the cap to get the liquid onto his hand, warming it up before finally wrapping it around Mike. The other young man let out a moan since his cock had mostly been ignored this entire time.

“Luh-Look who’s beautiful nuh-now.” Bill grins at Mike’s snort before leaning down as they lock mouths again. “I’m ready.” He assured as Mike nods, lining the head of his cock to Bill’s asshole. “Tuh-Take me,” Bill whispered before gasping out as Mike slowly sunk in, making both of them moan out.

“I think every time with you will always feel like the first time,” Mike whispered as Bill laughs before looking to him. “It feels like I’m coming home.” He smiles before touching their foreheads together.

“Suh-Such a sap.” Bill chuckles before Mike adjusts himself so he could slowly pull out, causing Bill to shiver at the feeling. Bill loved being this close to Mike, it made him feel like there were two pieces of one heart.

“Fuck…” Mike grunted softly as he started to roll his hips while Bill tilted his head to the side. Mike’s lips slowly descended down his neck as the two bodies merged together with a slap of skin. “Bill, I love you so much.” He pants before biting at his collarbone as Bill moans out.

“I luh-love you too,” Bill whispered before wrapping his legs around Mike’s waist. “Please…  Guh-Go faster.” He whines when Mike took ahold of his hips.

“Ssh, I wanna take my time. This is the last time I get to have you for who knows how long.” Mike whispered as Bill’s heart squeezed tightly.

“If yuh-you’d go with me--” He’s cut off when Mike thrusted harder, making him cry out from the sudden onslaughter of pleasure.

“You think I don’t want to?” Mike asked as Bill’s nails dug into Mike’s shoulders. “I do, but you can’t stay here and I--” He’s cut off by a groan escaping his lips. “And I have too.” He pulled Bill’s legs from his waist before taking them into the crooks of his elbows.

Bill gasps as Mike sat up on his knees, making his cock slide deeper into Bill. Mike gritted his teeth before he thrusted upwards while every other thrust hit Bill’s prostate like it was on a mission. Bill’s face flushes as he cried out, tossing his head back to expose his bruising neck.

“Muh-Mike!” He cried out, feeling tears flood down his face. He couldn’t tell if it was from the pleasure or the thought of losing Mike as he sobs gently. Bill pulled Mike’s face up to kiss him as Mike’s cock started to drag out of him at a faster pace.

“Heh, so beautiful.” He praised when Bill slowly reached a hand between the two of them. “You close?” He asked, breathlessly as Bill nods quickly.

His hand wrapped around his pulsing cock before pumping it along with Mike’s pace as he groaned out. It felt like he was on cloud-nine with only him and Mike being the only ones there. His forehead touched Mike’s as their hot breath mingled together.

“Muh-Mike… Mike, fuck, I’m--” His body tenses up again as he shoots off between their sweat-slick bodies. He moans loudly as it splashed against Mike’s chest and his own, coating it in the thick, sticky liquid.

“That’s it. There you go.” Mike whispered while he continued to thrust inside as Bill moans, body shaking from his orgasm. “I’m… I’m right there with you.” He grunted before finally coming, coating the inside of the condom as Bill whimpered gently. “You’re okay.” He promised when Bill slumped against him tiredly.

“Mike…” He slurred softly before wincing gently as Mike slowly pulled out and removed the condom, tying it off before chucking it into the woods.

Mike cleaned them up with the blanket as Bill made a face at the feeling before the two shared a smile. Mike handed him back his clothes when Bill started to shiver now that his body wasn’t producing heat like it was.

“Stay at my place tonight.” Mike murmurs when Bill smiles before kissing him passionately.

“There’s nuh-nowhere else I’d rather be.” He promised as they packed everything up and went back to Mike’s farm so they could take a shower and then sleep.

The next morning, it felt like there was this hole in Bill’s chest as he packed up his things into his car. He’d glance at Mike every so often and the two would share a soft smile, but no words were spoken. He wanted to unpack everything and stay with Mike, but he knew that Mike would never let him do that.

“I… I guh-guess this is it.” Bill comments, shutting the trunk of his car before looking to Mike who has his hands shoved in his jeans.

“I guess so…” Mike whispered as Bill surged forward and hugged Mike tightly. Tears filled his eyes as he clung to Mike like a lifeline. “I love you so much, Bill Denbrough. And wherever you go… you’ll do amazing things.” He promised as he pulled back and touched their foreheads together.

“I-I love you tuh-too,” Bill whispered before kissing Mike over and over and over again until neither of them could breathe. “Wherever I go… I nuh-know that you’ll be with me.” He whispered before they hugged once more.

“Go out and see the world… And when you come back… Tell me everything. Even the small stuff.” Mike grins as Bill nods before he got into his beat-up car and turned it on. “Until we meet again, Bill!” He called as Bill pulled out of his driveway.

“Until wuh-we meet again, Homeschool!” Bill called back before he started off out of Derry, Maine with this ache in his chest.

Bill glanced out the rearview mirror until he couldn’t see Mike anymore. His teeth dug into his lower lip as he fought not to turn around and go back… but he couldn’t. Mike was right. He needed to get the fuck out of this town. All he could think about was Mike and how much he couldn’t wait to see him again…

Too back that wouldn’t be for almost twenty-seven years…

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I really loved your last fanfic and the mention of Eddie's feelings to Bill made me happy so If you still take requests, I would like to read some Kaspbrough

I’m so glad you liked it!! And I would love to write Kaspbrough! I already have the perfect idea in my head! Thank you for requesting! 🥰💕

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How can I love you when I can’t love myself? (Request)

Prompt: Oh man i loved the silence of nothing. can i request something with some more soft stozier snuggles? maybe something addressing richie's neglect.--Anonymous

Summary: “Richard?” Stan called, thumping up the steps as the others followed him. He could hear the sound of David Bowie coming from Richie’s room as he cracked open the door. “Richie--What the fuck?” He asked. /

Richie was laying on his bed in just his boxers with the half-drunken bottle of vodka cradled in his fist, hanging off the side of his bed. Richie’s head sluggishly picked up as he looked to the others with a huge grin when he immediately sat up. 

“Staniel the manual! Welcome, I didn’t expect you today! Oh shit, you even brought some of the motley crew!” He laughs before he stood up and turned down his music. “Sup my dudes, what brings you over to mi casa?” He asked with a huge grin.

“Richie, what in the world--are you drinking? You’re underage!” Eddie exclaims before covering his mouth and nose at the pungent smell of alcohol on Richie. “Age is but a number, dear Spaghetti.” Richie grins before handing over the bottle when Bev walked up to him. “And Jail is just a place.” Eddie resorted, making Richie snorts.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris

Warning: Contains underage drinking/smoking. 

Richie loved to make his friends laugh. It made him feel like he was doing something right whenever any of the losers would laugh at his dumb jokes. Because if they were laughing… they wouldn’t find him annoying and they wouldn’t leave him.

Now, his parents were a sensitive subject for him. So he didn’t really care to talk about them. There was a part of him that was envious of others, seeing as they had parents who loved them. Richie’s parents tolerated him if they really had to, but most of the time they’d leave town for Wentworth’s job for months on end.

Richie was currently laying on his floor, staring at the ceiling. He was glad that it was summertime so he didn’t have to go to school. His parents had just left, saying they’d be gone for a least two weeks with some money on the table. So now he had the house to himself which depending on who you asked was a good or bad thing.

He waited a few more minutes after they had left to make sure they didn’t have to come back for anything. The moment he knew the coast was clear, he stood up and went downstairs to raid the small liquor cabinet. Today was one of those days that he really needed something to stop the buzzing in his mind and alcohol was the best solution.

Snagging the bottle of vodka from the wooden chest, Richie thumped back up the steps to his room before shutting the door. He pulled out his cassette player and popped in one of his mixtapes before flicking off the top of the bottle. He thumped down onto the edge of the bed as the music began to pour out from the speakers.

The alcohol burned going down his throat, but god, did he love the warm feeling that bloomed throughout his chest. It replaced the cold dread that had been growing larger since his parents popped into his room this morning. It replaced the want for his parents to even pretend to act like they even cared about him once in a while.

Richie fucking hated this feeling. It was so stupid how it affected his daily life because his parents wanted a girl and got a Richie instead. It was one thing to be ignored by them but it was an entirely different thing when they spoke about how beautiful a daughter would be. It was like they did it to get a rise out of Richie when in reality… It just made him upset.

He didn’t tell the losers because he didn’t like to discuss personal shit… I mean he used humor to block out all the negative thoughts that tried to weasel their way into his head. His jokes are what kept him floating, kept him from breaking down because if they were laughing no one could see the tears in his eyes.

Richie winced before taking a huge gulp of alcohol before coughing violently. He wiped at the moisture around his mouth before thumping the bottle onto the floor as he stood up. He looked around his room for the other cassette tapes unaware that he was going to get some unsuspected visitors.

Stanley knocked on the Tozier’s door with Bev and Eddie behind him. They were going to invite Richie out to do some stuff, but no one had answered when they called earlier. So here they were, waiting for someone to answer the door but there was nothing.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to hang out today.” Ben offers gently.

“Trashmouth, open this fucking door, you ass!” Eddie shrieked beating on the door.

Suddenly Stan reaches up for the small porch light, flicking open the small door and snagging the spare key Richie had told him about. He glanced at the losers who stared at him in shock before he unlocked the door and went inside.

“Richard?” Stan called, thumping up the steps as the others followed him. He could hear the sound of David Bowie coming from Richie’s room as he cracked open the door. “Richie--What the fuck?” He asked.

Richie was laying on his bed in just his boxers with the half-drunken bottle of vodka cradled in his fist, hanging off the side of his bed. Richie’s head sluggishly picked up as he looked to the others with a huge grin when he immediately sat up.

“Staniel the manual! Welcome, I didn’t expect you today! Oh shit, you even brought some of the motley crew!” He laughs before he stood up and turned down his music. “Sup my dudes, what brings you over to mi casa?” He asked with a huge grin.

“Richie, what in the world--are you drinking? You’re underage!” Eddie exclaims before covering his mouth and nose at the pungent smell of alcohol on Richie.

“Age is but a number, dear Spaghetti.” Richie grins before handing over the bottle when Bev walked up to him.

“And Jail is just a place.” Eddie resorted, making Richie snorts.

“Yeah and your mom is the perfect woman to fuck.” He comments as Eddie murderously glares at him.

“Beep Beep, Richie!” He hissed as Stan walked over to Richie’s player and shut it off.

“Hey, I was listening to that!” Richie frowns when Stan crossed his arms over his chest. “What?” He questioned before huffing as he walked over to his dresser so he could get a shirt on… It was cold in his room anyway.

“You gonna tell us why you’re drinking?” Stan asked quietly, tilting his head to get a better look at Richie.

“Same reason every teenager drinks. Because I was bored and wanted to have some fun.” He points out before slipping on a t-shirt as he snags up the jeans he wore yesterday.

“You wanna smoke?” Bev asked, pulling out her pack as Richie immediately snagged it off her.

“What is wrong with you two! You’re gonna get lung cancer and die!” Eddie threw his hands up with a huff.

“Shit maybe then my parents will actually care.” Richie laughs before lighting the cigarette as he opened his window.

Everyone went dead silent at that.

“What?” Stan asked as Richie took a puff before feeling the wave of calmness wash over his alcohol riddled mind.

“The old man and the old lady. They don’t give a fuck about me. Why do you think they’re always leaving? I mean shit… I’m sure they forget about me while they’re out there.” Richie snorts before glancing out the window. “I’d wanna forget about me too if I was them.” He laughs, tossing his head back as it bumped loudly against the sill of the window.

“Jesus, dude,” Bev comments with a frown. “Why didn’t you say anything?” She questioned as Richie glances at her.

“Music.” He comments, standing up again when Stan grabbed his wrist before he could turn the cassette player on.

“Richie, talk to us. You can’t move past this if you don’t.” Stan comments when Richie laughs.

“Ah, Stanny, I’m one hundred percent fine. I don’t need to talk about anything. Come on. Let’s listen to music or go do something!” He grins when Stan plucks the cigarette from Richie’s lips and put it out on the sill before tossing it out. “Hey!” He huffed.

“I’m done playing this game, Richie. I’ve waited for you to come and tell me on your terms, but you won’t. I know you don’t like to talk about your parents and I get it… I do, but Richie making light of this situation isn’t going to help anyone.” Stan comments when Richie swallowed thickly before moving away.

“Dammit… Why do you have to fucking sober me up like this you asshole?” Richie demanded before thumping down onto the edge of his bed. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to say. My parents leave all the time and I am left with nothing okay? I can’t function like a normal human being sometimes because they decided that since I’m not a girl they can just throw me to the wind.” He snorts, reaching for the bottle as Stan snags it.

“No, you need to be sober,” Stan explains before dumping the rest outside as Richie grits his teeth.

“You know what, Stanley! Fuck you! Okay! Fuck you for being so perfect and having these parents who love you! Fuck you because my parents think the world of you! Think the fucking world of all my friends!” He spat and pushed at Stan who let Richie’s hands continue to make contact with his chest.

“Richie--” He’s cut off when there was a sob. “It’s not good for you to hold this in,” Stan whispered when Richie slumped against Stan as his body started to shake.

“I hate you so fucking much… I hate everyone that has parents who love them… Fuck them… Why can’t… Why can’t they love me? What’s wrong with me?” Richie sobs out as Stan’s fingers slowly raked through Richie’s hair.

“No, Richie. It’s them who have something wrong with them.” Stan comments before looking to see Bev and Eddie standing there. He gestures for them to come over as Bev was the first one to wrap her arms around him when Richie flinched before relaxing into the warmth Bev provided.

“I’m sorry… I just fucking hate talking about this. I’d rather just ignore it.” Richie murmurs, voice muffled since his face was buried in Stanley’s sweater.

“I know, but… sometimes ignoring it only makes it worse.” Bev comments as Eddie wraps his arms around all of them. “Come on, let’s go meet the others. We can all go do something fun!” She grins excitedly as the three of them pulled away from Richie.  

“Yeah, get your mind out of this spiral and away from this empty house!” Eddie points out when Richie scrubs at his curls.

“Yeah, let me get ready. I’ll meet you guys at the clubhouse.” Richie grins.

“We’ll meet you at the clubhouse.” Stan corrects as Richie glances at him before looking to Bev and Eddie with a nod.

“Alright, don’t be late. If you aren’t there in two hours I’m coming back to kick your asses.” She calls as she and Eddie head out.

“You don’t have to stay with me. I was just gonna take a shower and--” Richie’s cut off when Stan looks to him.

“Richie, do you think we don’t love you?” Stan asked instead as Richie blinked for a moment.

“Why do I need you to love me when I have your mom to do it instead?” He grins, earning a glare from Stan.

“Richie, don’t… Look at me. I can’t help you if you push me away.” Stan comments before crossing his arms as Richie glanced down to the floor.

“Look, can we please just drop it?” Richie begged before Stan walked forward and smashed their mouths together before backing them up until they hit Richie’s closet door. Richie’s eyes widened at the feeling before Stan deepened the kiss, making Richie moan from surprise. “What… What the fuck was that?” Richie asked breathlessly.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time,” Stan whispered, throat tightening as Richie’s face flushes.

“You… You kissed me. You actually wanted to kiss me? But… Why?” Richie’s voice cracks when Stan looks at him.

“Why else would people kiss?” Stan demanded.

“Well in my case, probably to shut me up. Which… you succeed.” He laughs awkwardly.

“Apparently not. Richie,” Stan’s voice was soft as he cupped Richie’s face gently. “Listen to me.” He begged quietly before smiling at the sight of Richie leaning into the soft touch. “I like you, Richie.” He whispered softly.  

“You… You like me? But I thought you liked Bill?” He questioned, making Stan snort.

“I thought you liked Eddie.” Stan resorted with a quirk of his brow.

“Eddie-Spaghetti? I mean… I think my feelings for Eddie were a crush. I think they died when he admitted he might have felt something for Bill.” Richie explains when Stan started to laugh. “But… Did you mean it? Like you like me like me?” He questioned.

“What are we five?” Stan quirked an eyebrow as Richie huffed. “Yes, Richie, I like you like you. I actually love you. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to tell you, but I never could. I guess this is a good of a time as any.” He explains when tears flooded down his face as Richie’s hand slowly reached up and took Stan’s wrist in his hand so he could keep the hand on his face.

“Holy shit…” He laughs before looking to Stan with a wobbly grin. “Is this what love is supposed to feel like?” He asked quietly. “I like this feeling. Kiss me again.” He leaned forward as their lips brushed together.

“I’m guessing that means you like me too?” Stan snorts when Richie nods and kisses him over and over again.

“I do, I love you,” Richie promised before Stan’s other hand came up to cup Richie’s face. “So fucking much.” He smiles at Stan.

“Good,” Stan smiles back before biting his lip. “Can we hold off on telling the others?” He asked as Richie nods with a gentle frown. “I just… I want you to myself until we figure out how to tell the others about us.” He explains when Richie smiles.

“Fucking sap,” Richie comments before going to pull away only for Stan to tug him against his chest. “St-Stan! I have to go get a shower! We have to go see the others!” He laughs when Stan groans.

“Can’t we just call Bev and tell them you got sick?” Stan asked as Richie gasps.

“Staniel! Are you suggesting lying to our friends? Oh my god! You’re corrupted! And now you’re corrupting me too!” Richie swoons loudly, making Stan roll his eyes before dropping Richie onto the floor. “Ah! Okay, let’s call her you dick. But you’re talking to her. I’m supposed to be sick.” Richie sing-songs.

“Get in the bed you fucking little gremlin.” He huffs as Richie laughs before crawling onto the bed before looking to Stan who went downstairs and called Bev.

About three minutes later, Stan came back with a smile on his face. Richie glanced up when Stan flopped down onto the bed with him as the two boys shared a smile. Richie moved before laying his head against Stanley’s chest as Stan watched the ceiling, taking comfort in the silence.

“Thanks for… for everything. I know I’m a handful sometimes.” Richie mumbles.

“No, Richie, you’re not. Whatever your parents taught you… they’re wrong.” Stan murmurs, running his fingers through Richie’s hair as Richie’s eyes fluttered at the tingling feeling on his scalp. “And I’m gonna make sure you know that you are loved… even if it takes me the rest of our lives.” Stan promised when Richie’s eyes squeezed shut.

He didn’t want to cry anymore… but God… He has no idea what he did to have Stanley actually love him back… but he definitely wasn’t going to complain. Richie smiles softly to himself as Stanley’s fingers continued to comb through his hair when suddenly Richie fell asleep, safe and sound in the arms of someone who loves him.

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Oh man i loved the silence of nothing. can i request something with some more soft stozier snuggles? maybe something addressing richie's neglect.

I’m so glad you loved it! 😭💕 And I would love to write this! Thank you so much for requesting! ♥️

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Would you stay if I’m sick? (Request)

Prompt: I saw you were asking for writing prompts for the IT fandom and I have read and loved all of your fics on Ao3 and would love to see you write something about Stanley’s OCD perhaps stozier or stanpat! Love your work!! ❤️--Anonymous

Summary: “You might want to visit a doctor. Are you aware that you show signs of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?” She asked, causing Stan to blink a few times.

“Wait, wait--You think Stan the man has OCD?” Richie raised his hand before asking.

“It’s possible. I’m not saying that’s what you have. I’m saying that it’s something to look into.” She explains. 

“Is… Is something wrong with me?” Stan asked worriedly.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris

Warning: Talks of OCD, ADHD, and getting help for those illnesses. I don’t have OCD and I don’t claim to understand half of what they go through. Please read with caution.

Stanley was someone who had a very precise routine from the time he woke up to the time he went to sleep. He liked order and things been done in a very specific way or his brain would replay the scene over and over in his head until he’d fix it. It was something he physically couldn’t help.

A lot of people looked at him weirdly because of how Stan did every task that he was given. It really wasn’t his fault that he was wired this way… It was like his brain had to obsess over every little detail in his life. If he didn’t… his brain would never turn off and it would make it almost impossible to function.

Some days were harder than others.

Once in a while, Stan’s brain would battle him to the point where eating wasn’t an option because he had missed three questions on his math test. He studied and studied for days to make sure that he would ace that damn thing, but somehow, he had missed three questions. It made knots form in his stomach as his mind chanted how he wasn’t good enough and that his parents are going to be upset with him.

“Stan?” It was Ben’s voice that finally knocked him from his spiraling anxiety riddle brain. “You okay? You haven’t touched your lunch yet.” He points out as Richie glanced away from Bev to look at Stan.

“I… I’m not… I’m not really hungry right now.” Stan explains calmly. He knew that if he ate something… his stomach would regurgitate it back up and that would only make things worse.

“Stanley.” Richie’s voice was soft as he nudged him so Stan would look at him. “What’s going on?” He asked quietly.

“I…” His hands were shaking hard as he winced, trying to stop them. “I just… I’m fine.” His eyes snapped open as he looked to Richie who was watching him with a worried expression.

“Stan--” He’s cut off when Stan looks to him.

“It’s stupid okay! Just fucking leave it alone.” He huffed before looking away with angered tears forming in his eyes.

“Okay, well now, I’m really worried. Whatever it is… I’m sure it’s not stupid.” Richie points out.

“Richie’s right… For once.” Bev snorts as Richie flips her the bird.

“Stan, please tell us?” Eddie asked, glancing at him with a frown.

“That… That math test we took today… I fucking missed three questions.” He then proceeded to slam his head down onto the table with a groan.

“What?” Bev busted out laughing. “That’s it?” She questioned as Richie frowns at her.

“Hey, it’s okay. I know you studied really hard for that test. You did your best.” Richie explains instead.

“And look what it got me. Fucking three missed questions. Even my best isn’t good enough. I’m such a failure. My dad is right… I’m a failure.” Stan whispered before he started to tug at his curls.

“Hey, hey whoa!” Richie yanks his hands out of his hair as he blinked at him. “Alright, let’s just calm down before you make yourself go bald. I love you and your curls thanks.” He comments as Stanley’s breathing started to pick up.

“He looks like he’s going to throw up.” Eddie pointed out warily before moving away from beside Stan. “Is he?” He asked worriedly.

“No, Jesus, Eddie. He’s not gonna fucking puke!” Richie huffed. “And if he does I’m turning him towards you!” He smirks at Eddie’s glare. “Stan, okay. How about we fix this?” He asked.

“How? How are we going to fix this? Huh?” Stan was getting angry because he just wanted his brain to shut up for a few seconds.

“Let’s talk to Mrs. Vivan. Maybe she can let you retake the test?” Richie offers quietly. “I mean you can tell her you weren’t feeling well. She likes you and she’ll definitely let her favorite student retake the test.” He explains.

“You… You think she would?” Stan asked quietly as Richie nods.

“After school today we can go talk to her. I’m sure she’ll be happy to help you.” He assures with a gentle smile.

“Okay… Thanks. I just… My head hurts.” Stan sighs, shoulders slumping as Richie took his hand in his own and squeezed it gently.

“Yeah, that big brain of yours is always racing.” He snorts as Stan’s face flushes before he looked away.

True to his word, Richie took Stan to see Mrs. Vivan after school to talk about the test. Stan was trying not to freak out, but it was so hard because… what if she said no? What if she told him he was a failure, too? What if Richie makes fun of him like the others because he can’t control his emotions when it comes to good grades.

That’s the one thing that he’s always been proud of. His ability to learn information in such a short amount of time impressed a lot of teachers and even his parents. To have this taken away from him… was like taking away the very foundation that made him Stan.

“Oh, hello Stanley, Richie,” She nods to them before smiling. “What brings you here? Something we need to discuss?” She asked, taking off her glasses before standing up from her desk.

“Yeah, about the test we took today. We were wondering if Stan could retake it.” Richie explains as Mrs. Vivan frowns softly before glancing at him.

“Why? You did excellent on that test. My highest score exactly.” She comments before sitting on top of her desk as she gestures for the boys to sit down.

“But I missed three questions. I can’t… You don’t understand.” Stan whispered softly. “I studied for this test really hard.” He felt tears flooding his eyes as he tried not to break down.

Richie’s eyes widened before he glanced at Mrs. Vivan who held the same shocked expression.

“Stanley, those… those three questions you missed were bonus points. They were for the next lesson we are going to learn. It just helps me to know what level everyone is at. Honestly, you had the right system, just came to the wrong conclusion.” She explains softly.

“But--” Stan bit his lip harshly before finally thumping down in his chair.

“Stanley, can I ask if you are taking any sort of medication?” She questioned as Richie and Stan both frowned.

“No, do I need to?” He resorted when she tilts her head.

“You might want to visit a doctor. Are you aware that you show signs of Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?” She asked, causing Stan to blink a few times.

“Wait, wait--You think Stan the man has OCD?” Richie raised his hand before asking.

“It’s possible. I’m not saying that’s what you have. I’m saying that it’s something to look into.” She explains.

“Is… Is something wrong with me?” Stan asked worriedly.

“No, not in the way you are thinking. Sometimes an illness can affect you mentally. This disorder in a sense is your brain battling you for many reasons. It could be something simple like checking to make sure you turned off a light in your room to something as complex as making sure every book is color-coded along with being in alphabetically order.” She gestures with her hands.

“You know… That kinda sounds like you, Stanny. I mean… I’m not saying it’s a bad thing… I just… You do have little quirks that you do a lot. I never really thought about it because that’s just who you are. Just like I have ADHD.” He points out.

“Okay, say I have this… illness. What is talking to my doctor going to do?” Stan turned his attention back to Mrs. Vivan.

“Well, they could recommend you to a therapist who could help you talk through these issues or even some medication that can help ease your mind. You can’t always control how your brain works despite many people thinking that you can. Your brain is wired differently than another student who doesn’t deal with the issues you face.” She comments before sitting up.

“Why… Why am I like this then?” Stan asked quietly, not meeting her gaze.

“Most people who have this illness either get it genetically or through their environment. In some cases, both of those things can play a role. Does that mean that you have it? No, it’s just something to think about. Some people just like order. Others need that order to function properly.” She explains as Richie glances at Stan who swallowed thickly.

“Thanks, Mrs. Vee.” Richie snags Stan’s arm before tugging him towards the door.

“Uh--If you want to retake the test still, Stanley. Just come on Monday and ask!” She calls as Richie waves to her in thanks.

“You okay?” Richie asked as they started for the exit of the school.

“No, what the fuck… Do you… Do you think I’m crazy?” Stan croaked out around a tightening throat.

“What? No! Jesus, dude! I would never think that. Look, like she said. It’s possible you don’t have it. That being said, it… it wouldn’t hurt. Maybe they can help you so you aren’t as stressed anymore. I’m worried one day that stress is going to kill you…” Richie laughs, but it sounds forced.

“Rich… You know I’m not… I’m sorry that I’ve been worrying you so much.” Stan whispered when he felt Richie’s fingers course through his hair.

“Of course I’m gonna worry about you, dipshit. I’m your boyfriend. That’s what boyfriend’s do. They worry and love each other. Look, if you don’t wanna talk about it anymore then we won’t. I’m here for you and you alone. But… Don’t think that if you do have OCD… that I’m not gonna love you or something. I loved you before… and I’ll love you after.” He explains when Stan looked to him with a wobbly smile.

“I love you too… You don’t think I’m broken? I mean… Look at my fucking family.” He laughs when Richie grins gently.

“Can’t be any worse than mine, baby bird. Besides, you think I’m broken because I have ADHD?” He questioned, causing Stan to look at him like he grew two heads.

“Are you an idiot? Of fucking course, not!” Stan huffed.

“Then why are you any different?” Richie asked as Stan swallowed softly before their foreheads touch.

“Thank you… I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” He whispered when Richie grins.

“I think you’d manage, but since I’m here. I make your entire life so much easier!” Richie placed a hand on his chest like he was some knight.

“More like you are the reason I’m stressed all the time.” Stan resorts back with a quirk of his brow.

“Blasphemy! By my own boyfriend of all things!” He cried in a high-pitch voice, making Stan laugh before he pushed Stan away. “Ah! Assault!” He dramatically flopped to the ground when Stan glanced around the roads to make sure no one was around.

“You’re a little gremlin,” Stan comments as Richie looks up to him with a grin. “But you’re my little gremlin.” He snorts and leans down before kissing Richie who immediately kissed him back.

“You’re goddamn right I am! The best fucking gremlin that this world will ever know!” Richie exclaims before standing up and dusting himself off.

“No, no touching me. We’re going to your place to get you some new clothes.” Stan comments, putting out a hand to stop Richie who pouts.

“Maybe we can look at some comics. I heard the others were going to the Quarry today, but I’d rather hang out with you.” He grins as Stan smiles.

“Okay, maybe… maybe you can convince me to talk to my parents about everything.” Stan whispered when Richie snorts.

“Ah, my darling dear Staniel… I can try my best, but your head is as thick as fucking iron. So it’ll take me a few tries.” He chuckles, causing Stan to push him back onto the ground. “Ah! Wait! Stan!” Richie cried as Stan started to walk away. “Wait! You ass! Stan!” He scrambled to stand up when Stan finally glanced back at Richie.

Stan offers him a warm smile that was saved for only Richie. Maybe tomorrow he would face this… maybe it wouldn’t be for another few months if not years… But one thing was certain. As long as he had Richie… Even if he did have OCD or even if he didn’t. He knew that he was going to be okay because Richie loved him for being him.

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I saw you were asking for writing prompts for the IT fandom and I have read and loved all of your fics on Ao3 and would love to see you write something about Stanley’s OCD perhaps stozier or stanpat! Love your work!! ❤️

Awee!! Thank you so much 🥺💕 I’d love to write this!! I’m probably gonna do Stozier because I love me some soft boyfriends 🥰💕 Thank you so much for requesting!!

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The silence of Nothing

Summary: “Stanley, you have some visitors.” His mother’s soothing voice called out into the dark bedroom. “It’s all your friends.” She explains, opening the door wider to allow light into the room. “Go ahead in… he’s a little… under the weather.” She explains as the losers look into the room before freezing.

Stan was a very precise person when it came to things… so seeing his room in such chaos was… concerning, to say the least.  He liked order and that’s what made him the logical mind of their rag-tag bunch of misfits. 

“Stan?” Bev was the first one to speak. “What’s going on?” She asked, wanting to run her fingers through his greasy curls, but decided against it. 

Stan was staring at the wall in front of him with a blank expression. He wanted to cry… He felt like he should, but there was nothing. No tears or sobbing breathes of sorrow… just a giant hole in his chest that was growing bigger. His throat tightened, making it hard to breathe as his lungs expanded to the max before shakily falling back down.

 “St-St-Stan?” Bill asked.

Stan flinched at the feeling of the bed dipping towards the bottom. He knew that it was Bill but his brain was acting like a terrified animal… All he wanted to do was crawl under the bed so they couldn’t see him anymore.

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris

Warning: Contains Depressive Episodes which may be triggering to some readers. 

Stan felt numb to everything around him.

From a very young age, Stanley Uris was a boy who never spoke often and didn’t interact much with anyone. It concerned his parents because they were scared something may have been wrong with him. It made school hard for both his parents and Stanley because Stan refused to make friends or try and hide so they couldn’t take him to school.

That all changed in second grade. A young black-haired boy with bandages everywhere stumbled up to Stan and asked if he wanted to play. At first, Stan didn’t want anything to do with the boy, however, he was very persistent and soon followed Stan everywhere. It was rather odd for Stan because he went from hating the young boy named Richie… to missing him greatly when Richie had to miss school.

Stan found himself attached to Richie despite always getting annoyed by Richie’s dumb shenanigans. Richie wasn’t just Stan’s first friend… he was the only person that could get an emotion out of Stan. The young blonde-curly-haired boy craved the feelings that Richie had given him when the other would do literally anything.  

Soon the dynamic duo because a trio when William Denbrough weaseled his way into the boys’ space… Not that Stanley really minded, but there was a part of Stan that didn’t like Bill at first. He was scared that Bill was going to take Richie away, but still, Richie was always by Stan’s side. Bill would sit on Stan’s left while Richie was on his right whenever the trio was doing anything from doing school work to outside at recess.

Then came Edward Kaspbrak at the beginning of third grade. The tiny boy was nervous about everything and hated being touched by anyone. However, when he met Bill, Richie, and Stan… his attitude changed slightly. It’s not like he wasn’t still afraid of everything… it’s just… he liked having friends with the other boys.

Stan began to distance himself from the Losers club about three years after the Pennywise incident. Not only was he abandoned by his friends, but he almost was lunch for that dumb flute playing--Off-topic. So… yeah, Stan couldn’t bring himself to be around his friends right now because everyone was dealing with nightmares… He just didn’t want to talk about his.

Stan got into depressive episodes where he wouldn’t move for any reason. His mother merely contacted the school so she could get his homework and wait out the storm. Stanley wouldn’t speak to them anymore and after the entire shit-show of his Bar Mitzvah, his dad wasn’t too keen on speaking to his son either.

“Stanley, you have some visitors.” His mother’s soothing voice called out into the dark bedroom. “It’s all your friends.” She explains, opening the door wider to allow light into the room. “Go ahead in… he’s a little… under the weather.” She explains as the losers look into the room before freezing.

Stan was a very precise person when it came to things… so seeing his room in such chaos was… concerning, to say the least.  He liked order and that’s what made him the logical mind of their rag-tag bunch of misfits.

“Stan?” Bev was the first one to speak. “What’s going on?” She asked, wanting to run her fingers through his greasy curls, but decided against it.

Stan was staring at the wall in front of him with a blank expression. He wanted to cry… He felt like he should, but there was nothing. No tears or sobbing breathes of sorrow… just a giant hole in his chest that was growing bigger. His throat tightened, making it hard to breathe as his lungs expanded to the max before shakily falling back down.

“St-St-Stan?” Bill asked.

Stan flinched at the feeling of the bed dipping towards the bottom. He knew that it was Bill but his brain was acting like a terrified animal… All he wanted to do was crawl under the bed so they couldn’t see him anymore.

“I’m here!” Richie’s loud voice boomed. “Sorry, arguing with parents.” He panted before looking to the bed as he froze. “Shit… Stan?” He rushed up as Bill moved back.

“His mom said he’s been like this for almost a week,” Mike comments softly.

“What’s going on with him? Is he sick?” Eddie asked worriedly, glancing from Bev to Bill.

“Why didn’t you talk to me, Stanny? We promised each other to always talk when we got like this.” Richie whispered as Stan’s eyes fluttered before the dull eyes slowly flickered to Richie.

Stan’s mouth opened, but nothing came from his lips.

“Wait, you know what’s wrong with him?” Ben asked before everyone looked at Richie.

“I don’t… I never fully understood what was going on with Stan. But… But we both get these episodes.” Richie explains softly before crawling onto the bed as Stan watched him. “Alright Stan the man, I’m here now. Sorry, it took me so long to realize what was happening. I knew you were fucking distancing yourself on purpose.” He huffs softly, but there were tears in his eyes.

“How do we help him?” Bev asked softly when Stan moved sluggishly before wrapping his arms around Richie and burying his face into Richie’s stomach to take in the scent of… Richie.

What the other Losers don’t know is… Stan and Richie have been dating since they were fifteen so of course, Richie’s scent would be the thing to calm him down.

“Just being here will help. We can’t physically do anything for him. So just… be here. Your presences let him know that we’re here for him.” Richie smiles softly down at Stan who hasn’t moved.

“Yuh-Yuh-You.. Have you fuh-fuh-faced this before with him?” Bill asked quietly.

“Yeah, but he’s taken care of me too. It’s just how we work. Stan calls me a pompous ass every so often and I annoy him with all my amazing jokes! But we both would drop anything when either one gets like this.” He explains. “Also this is the only time Stan likes physical contact from me so.” He shrugs with a gentle grin.

“Rich.” Stan’s voice was hoarse considering it’s been days since he spoke. He winced at the sharp stabbing pain as he looked up to the other boy.

“You need something? Water? Something to eat?” Richie immediately went into the mode he always did whenever Stan got like this.

Stan shook his head before slumping in relief at the feeling of hot, salted tears trickling down his flushed cheeks. Suddenly a sob tears from his throat as the other losers share heartbroken looks before turning back to see Stan bury his face deeper into Richie’s stomach.

“Ssh, it’s okay. You’re so fucking good, Stan. This world is a better place since you came into it… I’m a better person since you came into my life.” He explains while combing his hands through Stan’s hair. “And when you are feeling better we’re gonna go to the Quarry and I’ll let you push me in.” He grins, making the others snort gently.

Stan’s body was shaking violently as heartbreaking sobs escaped his cracked lips. He just wanted to be with Richie right now because this is the safest he’s felt in days and he didn’t want that feeling to go away.

“Can someone get me a wet washcloth?” Richie asked softly, glancing up from Stan as Bev nods before taking Ben with her. “Is there anything I can do?” Eddie asked quietly to Richie.

“Maybe ask for a glass of water?” Richie offers as Bill and Mike immediately offered to go get it. “Come here, Eds.” He motioned him over when Eddie shifted nervously.

“Would--Is he gonna be okay with that?” Eddie frowns softly.

“When he’s like this… Stan likes to feel safe. So this is how I make him feel safe. Maybe talk to him? You don’t have to touch him… But just be here.” Richie comments as Eddie finally sits on the edge of the bed.

“Hey Stan, I hope you feel better soon. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry you feel this way. I hope you know that all of us are here for you.” Eddie assured, feeling his own tears form. “I know you don’t like talking about it… and I just… I wish you would. I’m so scared for you and it scares me when you stop coming around. We love you so much, Stan… Please remember that.” He begged when Stan turned to face Eddie with a broken expression.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” He croaked out when Eddie shook his head.

“No, no… Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for feeling this way. Please… All I ask is that you talk to us. All of us. You’re our best friend, Stan. We aren’t the Losers club without you.” Eddie whispered as Richie grins gently.

“He’s right you know,” Richie whispered before Stan glanced back to him.

Bev and the others soon returned with the requested items as Richie stood up off the bed, causing Eddie to move so the raven-haired boy could get Stan up. Stan was slowly as he sat up, wincing at the sharp pains in his muscles before Richie helped remove his shirt.

“Let’s get you into some new clothes, huh? You think you can wash yourself up?” Richie asked, but the clouded look in Stan’s eyes told him no. “Okay, that’s okay. Here.” He thanked Bev for the small bucket and cloth before he started to scrub gently at Stan’s face.

“Is there anything we can help with?” Bev asked, leaning against the wall at the foot of Stan’s bed.

“Some new clothes, please?” Richie smiled gently when Stan’s eyes fluttered at the feeling of the cloth running down his face. “How are you feeling?” He asked quietly. He knew that these episodes always made Stan sensitive to loud noises.

“Tired.” Stan supplies as Richie nods.

“That’s okay. We can get you to sleep. First, can you drink something for me?” He took the glass from Mike before offering it out to Stan who slowly took sips from the water. “That’s it. Great, thank you.” He smiles before placing a kiss on Stan’s forehead.

“Here.” Ben offered out some new clothing as Richie glanced at the others.

“Might wanna go wait outside. He needs to completely strip down.” He explains when they all nod before going out of the room.

Eddie lingered for a moment longer, squeezing Stan’s hand before he too joined the others outside the room. It was hard to see Stan this way, but honestly, Richie knew exactly what he was doing… It was strange to see Richie so gentle and quiet in these few moments.

“There you go. All done.” Richie smiles at the sight of a redressed Stan before he threw the dirty clothing into a hamper.

“Richie… Thank you. I’m sorry you--” He was cut off by Richie’s hand on his mouth.

“None of that bullshit, Stan the man. We just had a little bump in the road. Nothing that a little tender love can’t fix.” He flashed a grin before he started to clean up the rest of Stan’s room.

“One of the… One of the scars busted open the other day. And there was so… so much blood.” Stan whispered when Richie looked up to him in shock.

“Jesus, Stan… I’m… I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you come to me?” Richie asked before Stan covered his face.

“You had finally told us that your parents were neglecting you… I… I didn’t want to burden you.” He whispered.

“Dude shut the fuck up! Oh… I’ve never been on the other side of that. Anyway--” He cuts himself off, waving his hands frantically. “You would never burden me, Stan. Never, do you hear me? I don’t give a fuck if I’m on my death bed and you just wanna tell me you stubbed your toe. Fucking tell me! Okay, I’m… I’m your best friend. Lean on me.” He bent down so he could look up at Stan.

“Okay, I… Thank you.” He whispered before glancing down at his hands. He began to pinch at the skin between his thumb and index finger. “I had a panic attack… And… And it was awful. I couldn’t function. I fell into a hole that I couldn’t get out of. It was the worst. I wanted to scream but it was like someone had my throat.” He explains before glancing up to Richie who was watching him.

“Well, looks like they don’t have a hold of your voice anymore.” He whispered before placing his hands on top of Stan’s. “You are a tough fucking cookie. Do you hear me, Staniel? The fucking toughest.” He grins warmly.

“Stay with me.” Stan tugs at him.

“You want me to let the others in first?” He asked before getting cut off by Stan’s lips against his own as he froze. “Uh… That’s a no.” He whispered before kissing him again as Stan chuckled gently.

“Yeah, you probably should. They’re worried about me.” Stan comments quietly.

“They’re worried because they care.” Richie resorts before getting up and opening the door. “Alright losers, get in here and get ready for a nap!” He glances back at Stan who rolled his eyes before laying down again.

The others trailed their way in as Richie flopped down onto Stan’s bed with Stan immediately curled up against him. Bev quirks an eyebrow before noticing that look that the two shared as she grins. Soon all the losers grabbed blankets and pillows from the closet while Richie, Stan, and Eddie shared his bed.

It was a tight squeeze with Stan smooshed in the middle… but he kind of enjoyed that.

Stan’s eyes slowly fluttered open before he noticed Richie already asleep with Stan’s head on his chest. He could feel Eddie behind him with their backs together and for the first time in a long time… he felt at peace with himself… He felt… something.

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So I want to write more for the IT fandom, but I have no ideas or prompts. If there’s an idea that you have or a prompt you want written please feel free to message me or ask! There’s very few things I’ll write about! Or even if you wanna just chat, I’d love to chat! Thank you! 😊

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Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Summary: “Nuh-Nuh-Nothing is going to make tuh-tuh-tomorrow easy, Mom. Yuh-Yuh-You and I both know th-th-that.” He exclaims, tears flooding down his face as he looked to her.

“Bill, what happened… It wasn’t your fault.” She whispered getting off cut at him abruptly from his chair, causing it to thump against the carpet.

“It was! It wuh-wuh-was my fault! I duh-duh-didn’t go with him! I shuh-shuh-should have been with him!” He argues as his mother’s eyes widened.

“Baby… No, no.” She finally stepped into the room when Bill slumped against his desk while sobbing. Her arms enveloped him in a warm embrace as his body trembled against her. “Oh Bill, why didn’t you tell me that’s how you were feeling?” Her fingers combed through his hair gently as Bill buried his face deeper against her chest.

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Mike Hanlon

The Denbrough house was very quiet tonight. They had sat together and eaten dinner together for the first time in a long while, but the air was tense and hard to bear. It had been about a week since the defeat of Pennywise and almost a month since Georgie disappeared. It was like the life had been sucked out of every single one of them.

Bill was trying to focus on his homework, but his mind kept going back to Georgie’s voice, echoing heavily in his head. He wanted nothing more than for everything to just be quiet for a little while so he could just hear himself think.

“Bill?” His mother’s soft voice called as the brunette boy glanced back to see her head peeking through the door. “You have your suit pressed? You know tomorrow is the funeral.” She explains as Bill nods.

“In-In-In the closet, Mom.” He assured softly as she offers a watery smile.

“You need anything?” She questioned when he shook his head.

“Nuh-Nuh-No, I’m good. Puh-Puh-Promise.” He smiles back, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Did you ask any of your friends to come?” She whispered when Bill looked down at his math book with his trembling chin.

“No, I-I-I didn’t actually. Th-Th-They have enough going on.” He assures softly, earning a frown from her.

“Sweetheart, they’re your friends. If they care… They’d drop everything to be there.” She comments when Bill gripped his fist.

“Muh-Muh-Mom, please. Juh-Juh-Just stop. I didn’t in-in-invite them.” He huffed as she winced before nodding gently.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I just… I just thought tomorrow would be easier if you had friends.” She explains when Bill ruffled his own hair messily.

“Nuh-Nuh-Nothing is going to make tuh-tuh-tomorrow easy, Mom. Yuh-Yuh-You and I both know th-th-that.” He exclaims, tears flooding down his face as he looked to her.

“Bill, what happened… It wasn’t your fault.” She whispered getting off cut at him abruptly from his chair, causing it to thump against the carpet.

“It was! It wuh-wuh-was my fault! I duh-duh-didn’t go with him! I shuh-shuh-should have been with him!” He argues as his mother’s eyes widened.

“Baby… No, no.” She finally stepped into the room when Bill slumped against his desk while sobbing. Her arms enveloped him in a warm embrace as his body trembled against her. “Oh Bill, why didn’t you tell me that’s how you were feeling?” Her fingers combed through his hair gently as Bill buried his face deeper against her chest.

“I’m suh-suh-sorry…” He whispered as she sat down onto the bed and pulled him into her lap as she used to when he was a lot younger.

“Don’t apologize, Bill. What happened wasn’t your fault. You had no way of knowing that this would have happened… I just wish we would have found his body so I could bury my baby and not an empty casket.” She whispered as Bill’s fingers tightened against the fabric of her nightgown.

“Muh-Muh-Me too.” He whispered with a blank expression. I wish I would have found him alive was left unsaid.

“Come on, how about I get the ice cream out and you and I go downstairs to watch some movies?” She offers, brushing the hair from his slightly swollen face.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yeah, I’d like that.” He assures softly with a gentle smile spreading across his drying lips.

“Okay.” She smiles before standing up with him still nestled in her arms. He was going to protest since he was practically her height, but his mother was bound and determined to carry her baby down the steps.

The look on her face is why made his mouth shut. It was a look of… let me baby you for just a moment longer. I lost my youngest and you are all I have so let me do this, please.

Bill slowly wrapped his arms around her neck and laid his head against her chest while she walked down the steps. His eyes already felt heavy from the lack of sleep these past few weeks. Yet, being in her arms like this made everything just disappear and he didn’t have to face his brother’s death tomorrow and he didn’t have to listen to everyone’s I’m sorry.

What the fuck was I’m sorry going to do? It meant nothing to him. It didn’t bring back Georgie. It didn’t help kill the damn clown that had slaughtered him and it certainly didn’t ease the ache in the Denbroughs’ hearts. They could take their ‘I’m sorry’s’ and shove it.

Bill’s eyes snapped open when he felt his mom shift and lay him down on the couch. She offered him a gentle smile, murmuring about the ice cream before walking off to the kitchen. Bill slowly looked around the room in silence feeling this heavy weight slowly being lifted off his shoulders.

He felt the couch dip above his head as he looked to see his mother hunkering down before gesturing to the giant bowl of ice cream they would share. Bill merely shifted before laying his head on her lap while she turned on the tv before letting her fingers comb through his hair again. Bill’s eyes struggled to stay open before he finally blacked out long before she had found a movie to watch.

It was a few hours later when Bill’s eyes fluttered open, his ears were ringing loudly as he tried to adjust to the glow from the TV. The other was dark and the faint hum from the TV was the only sound that echoed the room aside from the gentle breath of his mother who had him in her arms.

Somehow she moved him to where his face was on her stomach so that she could lay on the couch with him. He took in the familiar scent of laundry detergent that seemed to calm his frantic heart rate with the soothing scent. He wanted to stay in this moment forever if he could, but he felt sweaty, hot and his arm was bent awkwardly between his mother’s side and the couch.

He slowly peeled himself off the silk fabric of her nightgown, wiping at the drying drool on his face as he stood up. He snagged the remote of the coffee table and shut off the TV before grabbing the afghani off the back of the couch. He draped it over her sleeping form as he started up the steps to go back to his room so he could sleep some more.

Then he noticed a light shining from Georgie’s room as Bill’s heart dropped down into his stomach. He felt something inside of him snap as he ripped open the door, ready to kill that fucking clown again if he was there. Yet, the moment he was inside, he realized that it was the small nightlight that aluminated the room in stars.

Suddenly Bill felt his chest tighten so hard that he couldn’t breathe. He needed to get the hell out of this house before it suffocated him slowly. He immediately backed out of the room and rushed into his room before slipping on his shoes and snagging a jacket. He felt his stomach turn violently, feeling the stars slowly creeping out of the room towards him as he flinched.

He thrusted open his window before tossing out the rope ladder he made for the other losers’ whenever they needed him. He climbed down from his window and rushed for his bike, glancing back to the darkened house with a look of utter despair.

Honestly, Bill had no idea where the hell he was pedaling until he reached the road that led to Mike’s farm. His thundering heart was calling for him to see the homeschooled boy because right now… he just needed to hear his voice. The moon’s light guided him down the dirt path before he finally made it to Mike’s home.

Why? Why did he need to see him? Why can’t he just let it go? Mike’s sleeping.

Bill dropped his bike down in the grass before walking up to the window he knew was Mike’s. He glanced around before rushing back to the road, snagging up some small rocks before returning to the window. He gripped the rocks in his hands for a moment longer before finally chucking the first pebble that hit the side of the house.

“Fuck.” He growled and threw it to the left a little more before making a gentle tink sound to the glass. “Cuh-Cuh-Come on.” He pleaded softly to Mike as he lobbed a few more rocks, making contact with the glass.

Suddenly the curtains opened as Mike lifted up the window, looking down at his friend in shock. Bill had never felt such relief course through him at the sight of the other boy than he did right now.

“Bill? What in the world are you doing here?” He asked, frowning. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” He questioned as Bill glanced sheepishly to the moon.

“Th-Th-Three?” He offered softly, earning a snort from Mike.

“Close enough. What’s wrong?” Mike asked, crossing his arms when he noticed the distant look in Bill’s eyes.

“Guh-Guh-Georgie’s funeral is tomorrow and I… I don’t think I can face it. I ruh-ruh-really don’t wanna buh-buh-be alone.” He explains as Mike’s eyes softened.

“Oh, jeez dude, here. Let me get the door unlocked.” Mike comments, nudging his head back in his room as Bill nods.

Bill walked over to the porch, standing there as he shivered slightly now that the cold air was settling over him. He didn’t even think about pants when he went downstairs with his mother, because he thought he was just gonna do homework and go to bed. Now here he was, standing in thirty-degree weather in boxers, a t-shirt and a light jacket that did a lick of shit to block out the gentle breeze.

“Come on in.” Mike comments, opening the door gently before holding a finger up to his lips. “Be quiet. My Grandpa is still sleeping.” He gestured to the recliner where the old man snored loudly away.

Bill followed Mike up to his room as he rubbed his hands up and down his biceps in order to get some friction to heat up his body. He glanced sheepishly to Mike who held a look of worry before he opened his drawers and pulled out some sleeper pants.

“I-I-I shouldn’t.” He comments, earning a quirking brow in response.

“Bill, you’re lips are turning blue. Put the damn pants on.” Mike huffs as Bill felt his face heat up before he took the plaid pants from Mike and slipped them all. Mike’s waist was a lot bigger than Bill’s since he worked on the farm for all his life so he had bigger bones.

“Thuh-Thuh-Thanks,” Bill whispered before sitting down on the edge of the bed when Mike joined him.

“So, what’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Mike asked quietly, glancing at Bill who stared at the flooring.

“I… I suh-suh-seen a light in Georgie’s room. Puh-Puh-Panicked because I thought It wuh-wuh-was back.” He explains as Mike’s eyes softened before he unconsciously reached out and squeezed Bill’s trembling hand. “It’s all muh-muh-my fault.” He whispered, feeling tears burning his eyes. His nose was burning and dripping as he wiped away both tears and snot with the end of his jacket.

“What? No! Bill, it’s not. Look at me.” Mike begged, locking eyes with Bill’s watery gaze. “It’s that dumb clown who did this. Georgie didn’t deserve to die like he did… And… And you deserve some closure. Tomorrow you know that despite it being an empty casket buried… that Georgie’s soul can be at peace.” He explains softly.

“Buh-Buh-But if I had gone wi-wi-with him that day… He could buh-buh-be alive.” Bill comments with an angered expression.

“Or you could both be dead. Your mother would have lost both her boys and never known what happened. Pennywise would have slaughtered a lot of more people… You saved so many, Bill. I know it hurts, but it’s okay. Georgie doesn’t blame you.” He promised before pulling Bill against him as Bill immediately buried his face into Mike’s neck.

“It shuh-shuh-should have been muh-muh-me,” Bill whispered when Mike jerked Bill back, cupping his face as Bill’s eyes widened.

“Don’t you dare ever say that again, do you hear me Denbrough!” Mike snapped angrily, unshed tears flooding his own waterline. “You and the others are my best friends!! I don’t know what I would have done had I not met any of you… So don’t… please don’t say that.” He begged softly.

Bill’s swallowed as much as he could with how tight his throat was as Mike pants heavily, warm breath fanning over Bill’s face. His eyes flickered down to Mike’s slightly parted lips before going back to the heated gaze of Mike’s eyes. He shivered gently before leaning forward as Mike froze when Bill’s lips brushed over his own.

“Fuh-Fuh-Fuck!” Bill gasped, pulling away with wide eyes as he started to stand up only for Mike’s hand to wrap around his elbow. “Muh-Muh-Mike, I--” He’s cut off when Mike’s lips smashed awkwardly against his own.

Bill’s entire body jolted before his eyes fluttered shut as he immediately deepened the kiss, tilting his head so he could. Bill moaned gently at the feeling of Mike’s arms slowly snaking their way around his body until the two teen boys were flushed against his other.

“That was… Holy shit.” Mike whispered, breathlessly as Bill nods dumbly.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yeah… I… Duh-Duh-Does this mean you feel the suh-suh-same?” Bill asked, glancing up at Mike who smiled.

“I think so… I mean… What I feel for you is definitely different than what I feel for the others.” Mike comments when Bill smiles softly before their forehead touch.

“Hey… Wuh-Wuh-Would you come with me tomorrow to the funeral? I th-th-think I’d like you there.” Bill whispered when Mike nods softly.

“Yeah, I can be there. Do you… Do you wanna spend the night?” He asked quietly as Bill nods immediately. “Um… We have to wake up really early. Your mom will freak out if she sees you gone.” Mike explains when Bill’s face flushes before he nods again.

“Fuh-Fuh-Fuck… Forgot.” Bill murmurs when Mike pulls the covers aside and lays down before offering out the open blanket to Bill who immediately crawled underneath. He buried his face against Mike’s chest, taking in the scent of hay and other things that can only be labeled, Mike.

“Good night, Bill,” Mike whispered as Bill’s arms snake around Mike’s body.

“Nuh-Nuh-Night, Mike.” Bill’s voice was muffled thanks to him trying to bury himself into Mike’s skin.

Not a few minutes later and Bill was already out like a light… And God was he glad that he decided to go and visit Mike.

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She’s got fire in her heart with smoke in her eyes. (1/?)

Summary: “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” A new voice called as Stan’s eyes snapped open and both boys jerked their heads to see none other than Patricia Blum standing there.

She looked like a beautiful angel in her Derry’s cheerleading outfit.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Doll?” Henry bit out, turning his attention back to Stan who was looking at her in shock.

Suddenly Patty gripped her fist and swung forward, smashing Henry in the jaw. It caused the boy to topple over and hit the ground before his eyes snapped up to meet her heated gaze. Stan immediately turned around, but he didn’t move as Henry stood up with murder in his irises.

Pairing: Stanley Uris/Patricia Uris

Let it be known on record that Henry Bowers was the biggest asshole to grace the planet Earth. No, seriously, he was a royal piece of sewage that infected anyone he came in contact with.

And his target of the day? Stanley Uris.

Stanley hissed softly as Henry slammed his head against the locker, causing the younger boy to drop the books that were in his hands. They clattered to the floor loudly as other students slowly turned to face the scene, but no one did anything to help Stan.

“Well, if it isn’t the Jewish fag boy.” Henry sneers while tightening his grip on the back of Stan’s head.

Stan let out a gentle whimper at the feeling of metal digging into his face as he felt his entire body tense up. He silently pleaded for Henry to just leave him alone, but the look in the boy’s eyes told Stan that he was going to get the shit kicked out of him.

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?” A new voice called as Stan’s eyes snapped open and both boys jerked their heads to see none other than Patricia Blum standing there.

She looked like a beautiful angel in her Derry’s cheerleading outfit.

“Why don’t you fuck off, Doll?” Henry bit out, turning his attention back to Stan who was looking at her in shock.

Suddenly Patty gripped her fist and swung forward, smashing Henry in the jaw. It caused the boy to topple over and hit the ground before his eyes snapped up to meet her heated gaze. Stan immediately turned around, but he didn’t move as Henry stood up with murder in his irises.

“You’re gonna fucking eat dirt for that.” He growled.

“What is going on here?” A male teacher came up, glancing between Patty and Henry when Patty looked to the adult “He was hurting Stan and then I told him to leave Stan alone! He threatened me so I hit him.” She explains as Stan and Henry froze.

“You little bitch--”

“That’s enough! Henry! The principal’s office. Now. You too, Miss Blum.” He comments as she looked to Stan who was watching them walk off with a dumbfounded expression.

“Stan, what the fuck dude?” Richie’s voice snapped him out of his daze as he looked to see his other friends all standing there. “I didn’t know you knew Patty!” He pouts when Stan reached down and snags his books.

“Because I don’t.” He snapped angrily before his face flushes. “I mean… I have classes with her, but… I didn’t… I didn’t know she knew me.” He explains softly.

“Well, it seems like she does. And she fucking clocked Henry for you!” Bev grins excitedly. “That’s a girl who is after my heart.” She swoons.

“Puh-Puh-Pretty sure that guh-guh-girl owns everyone’s hearts.” Bill points out, glancing at Stan who was still staring down the hallway.

“I’ll be back,” Stan comments before rushing off. “Why did you do that?” He asked Patty who just stepped out of the office.

“What do you mean?” She questioned, tilting her head and making her chestnut-colored ponytail flow off her shoulder.

“Why did you hit Bowers? Why did you get involved?” He asked when she started laughing.

“Normally people who get saved thank said person who saved them, but I guess you aren’t normal people.” She comments, earning a flush from Stanley. “I don’t know. He pisses me off and you didn’t deserve to get hurt?” She offered.

“I didn’t realize you knew my name.” He blurts out before mentally facepalming.

“What? Because I’m considered one of the popular girls? We have classes together…” She explains with a sigh. “Look, I just got a week of detention so can I skedaddle?” She asked, stepping around him when Stan stepped in front of her.

“Wait, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to assume. I just… No one except the losers actually cares to learn my name. It was just surprising is all. And… um… Thanks.” He explains, scrubbing at the back of his neck.

“You’re welcome.” She snorts softly before glancing at him. “What?” She questioned, quirking her eyebrow.

“I feel like I should repay you… I mean… I know that sounds dumb--” He’s cut off when Patty giggled.

“Alright, how about we hang out today? I’ll sit with you at lunch so we can discuss where we’re going?” She offers as Stan nods dumbly.

“Wait, you want to be seen with… us?” He questioned.

“Stan, I know all of your friends. Because I have classes with all of them.” She points out with a snort. “This isn’t some cliche movie where the popular girl would rather die than sit with anyone but her friends.” She comments. “But I really should get going. I have to get changed so I can head to class. See ya around, Bird Boy.” She tossed him a wink and rushed off down the hallway.

“Holy shit.” He comments out loud before glancing at the few students who were staring as he immediately turned around, bowing his head.

Stanley headed to class with a gentle smile slowly creeping up onto his face. He liked Patty a lot before she did that, but now… there was something about her. She had a fire in her that seemed to burn him in ways that made him want to be closer to her.

“Hello,” Patty grins happily before thumping down her tray between Bill and Stan as the other losers blinked for a moment.

“Sup Patty-cakes.” Richie grins, earning a playful eye-roll from her.

“Sup Bitchie.” She fired back as Richie snorts.

“And what brings you over to the cretin’s corner?” He pondered with a wicked grin before she glanced at Stan who was trying to read his book.

“I invited myself over. I hope that’s okay? I’ve been told you are all in an exclusive club.” She comments.

“Trust me. The Losers Club isn’t something to be proud of.” Eddie comments, taking a bite of his sandwich as Patty glances around.

“Why not? You all seem really cool. I mean, I’ve talked to most of you. Not all. Bill Denbrough right?” She turned her gaze to Bill who nods.

“Yuh-Yuh-Yup!” He grins as she grins back.

“I also know Ben from Art. I don’t talk to you much, but you are on the other side of the room and I think the teacher would chew me out if I tried.” She chuckles, earning a smile from Ben.

“So, Patty, why did you decide to invite yourself over to us?” Bev asked softly, glancing at Stan whose face was flushed.

“Oh, I asked if Stan and I could hang out. I told him we’d hash out the details at lunch.” She explains.

“Shit, get it, Stan the man!” Richie reached out for a high-five that only earned him a scowl from Stan.

“Don’t worry. He’s just jealous that a girl is talking to you and not him.” Patty comments to Stan who glanced at her in shock.

“Hey! That’s not true! I talked to your mom last night!” Richie grins before Patty swallowed thickly and looked away.

“Beep Beep Richie.” Stan snapped before unintentionally taking her hand in his own under the table to reassure her.

“What?” Richie frowns.

“Um… I’ll be back. I have to use the bathroom.” Patty murmurs before rushing off as Stan glared at the other boy.

“What the hell just happened?” Richie asked, glancing around to see the confused expressions on the others’ faces.

“Richie, Patty’s mom is dead. That’s fucking why she moved here. Why can’t you just learn to be fucking normal.” Stan huffed angrily as Richie’s eyes widened.

“Shit--I didn’t--I didn’t know, Man. She’s never said anything about it.” He assures immediately.

“Well maybe if you’d learn to think before you’d speak you’d know that,” Stan comments before glancing at Bev. “Hey, can you go check on her?” He asked as she nods before standing up and rushing off.

“Jesus… I didn’t… I didn’t mean to.” Richie comments, shrinking in on himself as Stan sighs.

“I know you didn’t, but dammit, Richie. You need to think before you open your mouth sometimes. Trashmouth or not. That was seriously a dick move. You’re apologizing the moment she comes back.” He points out.

“I will.” Richie held up his hands before glancing at the others who looked a little uncomfortable now.

Patty leaned against the girl’s bathroom door while her hands started to shake violently from the panic attack that was rocking through her. She felt like she was going to throw up, but she couldn’t move from where she was.

“Sad that you’ll turn out just like her.” A voice whispered as Patty’s eyes snapped open before she looked around the empty bathroom.

“Who… Who said that?” She demanded before hearing a chuckle.

“You know… in a ditch. Covered in blood…” The voice continued, sounding closer as Patty jerked away from the door to see where the noise was coming from.

“Whoever you are! It isn’t funny!” She spat before jerking at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror at her throat slashed open with blood all over her sweater as she gasped. Her fingers brushed over her skin as she felt tears prick at her eyes before the chuckling grew louder.

“You could have saved her. You just chose not to. You hated her for what she was… and now? Now you’ll die just like she did.” The voice whispered when Patty heard something bubbling in the toilet.

She glanced back with a shaky breath to see blood bubbling up from the toilet as she slapped a hand over her mouth so she wouldn’t scream. She felt hands on her shoulders before she turned to see a clown towering over her with a wicked grin.

“What the fuck!” She cried, jerking away as he closed in on her.

“Patty?” A voice called before suddenly the clown placed a hand over his lips and slowly disappeared in the stall. “Patty, are you okay?” She asked as Patty watched in muted horror as the door close and the blood slowly bled away from her clothing like it was never there.

The door opened as Patty slowly turned her head to see Bev opening the door gently. The red-haired girl’s eyes widened when Patty suddenly hit the floor.

[the-sarcastic-trashmouth]

Happiness starts with a fall

Summary: He watched the water turn bright pink in silence as it swirled down the drain when a sharp throb made his vision hazy. He grunted softly before slapping an open palm against the cold tile as he tried to regulate his harsh pants. He felt like was going to vomit, swallowing down the bile that was climbing rapidly up his throat.

He shut off the water before snagging a towel to wrap around him but everything was still heavily blurry. He made it from the bathroom, stumbling along the way as he gripped tightly at the dresser in the tiny hotel room. His vision slowly tunneled as he tried to stay conscious, but at this point, he was fighting a losing battle.

“Stan? Hey, we’re all thinking about ordering in. Anything you want?” Bill’s voice broke through his ringing ears. “Stan?” He called, frowning when he got no response.

Suddenly Stanley hit the ground, losing complete consciousness long before he hit the floor with a loud thump. Bill jolted when he heard the crash before he grabbed for the doorknob and jerked it open before looking inside.

“Jesus! Stanley!” He exclaims, rushing over before looking over his body only to see a huge gash on the back of his head. “Someone call Nine-One-One!” He called loudly as the other losers came before freezing at the sight. “Now!!” He barked when Eddie scrambled to get his phone out.

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Patricia Uris

Stanley felt his ears ring from the force of his fall into the Quarry’s water before he resurfaced with a harsh gasp. He slicked his head back before his eyes slowly raked over the other losers who were scrubbing at the dirt layered over their bodies. He could hear Eddie complaining to Richie about how disgusting the water was, but the Comedian wasn’t really paying attention.

“Guys… We did it.” Bill comments before a grin broke across his lips. “It’s actually over. We all survived.” He laughs, looking at everyone who returned his smile.

“I can’t believe it,” Bev whispered before jerking Ben into a tight hug while everyone starts to celebrate the joyous thought.

Stanley stood off to the side away from the others as he shivered softly, finally free from the shadow that has loomed over him for years. Tears slowly trickled down his face as he let out a sob before immediately covering his face at the thought of being set free. His choked off sobs alerted the others as his shoulders started to shake violently from the force of his cries.

Richie was the first to move and wrap his arms around Stan who immediately buried his face into Richie’s neck. His fingers twisted into the fabric of Richie’s jacket as if it was his only lifeline at that moment. Soon everyone had enveloped him in a warm embrace of their arms while he cried out his heart.

“It’s okay, Stan.” Bill’s voice was against his ear, it was soothing. “We’re all here. It’s over. That fucking clown will never hurt us again.” He promised as Stan nods gently.

“You kicked ass.” Richie grins down to him. “I mean his face when you called him a bitch was priceless!” He laughs, causing the others to laugh with him.

“Richie…” Stan huffs, but he was smiling like a dork at his friends. “Shut up.” He wiped his face before making a face. “Okay, for once I agree with Eddie. This water is disgusting and I need an actual shower.” He comments, causing the others to snort.

“See!” Eddie exclaims as Richie rolled his eyes before pulling away with everyone following in suit. “I’m not the only one!” He huffs, trudging towards the shoreline.

It took ten minutes to get back to the hotel, another ten minutes of lingering between the seven before they finally went to their respected rooms. Stanley tore off his soaked clothes, throwing them into a plastic bag before stepping into the shower. He sighed in relief at the feeling of hot water cascading down his sore muscles before scrubbing at his body with his soap.

He watched the water turn bright pink in silence as it swirled down the drain when a sharp throb made his vision hazy. He grunted softly before slapping an open palm against the cold tile as he tried to regulate his harsh pants. He felt like was going to vomit, swallowing down the bile that was climbing rapidly up his throat.

He shut off the water before snagging a towel to wrap around him but everything was still heavily blurry. He made it from the bathroom, stumbling along the way as he gripped tightly at the dresser in the tiny hotel room. His vision slowly tunneled as he tried to stay conscious, but at this point, he was fighting a losing battle.

“Stan? Hey, we’re all thinking about ordering in. Anything you want?” Bill’s voice broke through his ringing ears. “Stan?” He called, frowning when he got no response.

Suddenly Stanley hit the ground, losing complete consciousness long before he hit the floor with a loud thump. Bill jolted when he heard the crash before he grabbed for the doorknob and jerked it open before looking inside.

“Jesus! Stanley!” He exclaims, rushing over before looking over his body only to see a huge gash on the back of his head. “Someone call Nine-One-One!” He called loudly as the other losers came before freezing at the sight. “Now!!” He barked when Eddie scrambled to get his phone out.

Richie rushed over before looking at Bill. “What the hell happened? When did this… How?” He asked before digging around his stuff. “He’d kill us all if he was taken to the hospital in nothing.” He points out as Bill nods before the get him in some clothing.

“They’re coming. Maybe five minutes.” Eddie explains as Bill held up Stan’s hand while looking over the wound.

“It’s deep enough to be a concussion.” Richie points out to Bill who nods.

“It must have been when he got thrown back from when he tried to impale you and Eddie,” Bill explains when Richie’s face twisted in worry.

Soon the paramedics came and wheeled Stanley off with Bill in the back of the ambulance while the others got into Richie’s car. The car ride was tense for everyone, pleading with whatever higher power they believed in to save Stan. They killed the damn clown… Even in death, he’s still fucking tormenting them.

Now, everyone, including Bill, was sitting in the waiting room in the most uncomfortable plastic chairs to ever exist. They were waiting on an update for Stan who was rushed to surgery to seal up the open wound and fix his broken ribs.

“How the fuck did no one notice the giant gash on his head?” Richie asked as they looked to him. “Like shit, how did he not notice? I knew he was hard-headed… but this is a whole other level of that.” He comments, making the others laugh as he scrubs at his sweaty forehead.

“It’s Stan. He always was like that.” Bill whispered with a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“He’s gonna be okay,” Bev assured before looking up when the doctor came into the room.

“You’re the ones who came in with Mr. Stanley Uris?” He asked as they all nod, standing up. “Everything went well. He’s going to be just fine. He should wake up after the medicine wears off. The concussion is the only thing that had me concerned, but there was no damage to his brain.” He explains as they all sighed in relief.

“Can we see him?” Mike asked quietly.

“Yes, but he might sleep for a little while longer.” The doctor led them down the hallway as they looked into the room to see bandaged wrapped around Stan’s head.

“Jesus… It’s just like when he was a kid.” Richie whispered brokenly, causing them all to tense. “The only difference is… That clown can never hurt him again.” He whispered.

They all nod before stepping into the room after the doctor walked off. Bill immediately pulled up a chair next to Stan before smiling as he took his hand and squeezed it tightly.

“Such a fighter. Always was.” He whispered as they smile before pulling up chairs around Stan. They would wait for him to wake up.

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Patty’s hands were shaking as she pulled into Derry, Maine’s hospital that looked rather run-down. She had gotten a call last night about her husband being in the hospital, a concussion and some broken ribs. It terrified her since he had just up and left in the early morning almost an entire week ago without so much as a word.

She felt sick to her stomach as she parked the car and got out before immediately going towards the entrance, heart pounding in her chest. She walked up to the small reception desk as the woman typed away on a computer that looks like it was older than she was.

“Hi, can I help you?” The woman asked, glancing up to Patty with a warm smile.

“Um… I’m Patricia Uris, I’m looking for my husband Stanley Uris. The hospital called and told me he was here.” She explains as the woman nods before turning to the computer.

“He’s on the second floor, room two-zero-nine.” She stood up as Patty followed after her, tugging at her wedding ring with such anxiety. “He’s awake today and doing much better. He came yesterday afternoon with some other people. They all had to get treated, but he was the worst with the concussion. Nothing major though.” She assured quickly while Patty nods, not really listening to her.

They went up the stairs since the elevator was being worked on at the moment, but honestly, Patty needed to calm down so maybe the walk would help. Or her mind would race with all the thoughts of Stanley being her and it terrified her. When he got that phone call… He looked like he had seen a ghost or something far worse than that.

“He’s in here.” She gestured as Patty’s head snapped up before she opened the door.

Patty froze at the sight of the six other people within the room as they all laughed. She felt her face heat up, thinking that she had walked into the wrong room, but then her eyes locked onto her Stanley. She couldn’t contain the gasp that escaped from within her chest as everyone in the room looked towards her in shock.

“B--Babylove?” Stanley asked as if he couldn’t believe she was there.

The man who was perked beside Stanley’s bed moved out of the way with a gentle smile as Stanley held out his hands to her. She swallowed the lump forming in her throat before she rushed over and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Tears formed in her waterlines as she clung to her beloved for a moment longer.

“You’re here! How--How are you here?” Stan questioned in shock before looking up to her.

“The hospital called last night… I got here as soon as I could… Stanley, what the hell is going on? First, you started acting weird like it was the last time you’d see me… And then you left the house without a single word! I didn’t know if you were alive or dead and then--then the hospital called and said you were hurt!” She was full sobbing as Stanley’s eyes softened at the sight of her.

The others watched in silence when Patty clung to him as he pulled her up onto the bed, resting her onto his lap. She held him like he was something precious to her and it seemed like they were invading a private moment.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Patty. I swear to you… I didn’t want to leave. I… It’s so complicated to explain.” He stuttered out, wincing at the look of hurt that flashed through her watery irises.

“Okay… If you can’t tell me right now… you will when you’re ready. I’m just so glad you’re okay. My father called and he was screaming about how you left me and… I didn’t believe it for a moment… I just… I was so worried about you.” She whispered as their foreheads touched gently.

“I’d never leave you… Not even in death.” He spoke softly before brushing their lips together as Patty kissed him and proceed to kiss all over his face. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips as she continued to layer his skin in affection.

“God… I think I’m gonna go into a sugar coma with this lovefest.” Richie comments with a snort, earning sharp glares from the rest of the losers.

“Of course you had to ruin the moment.” Bev resorts, crossing her arms before looking to Stanley who was bright red. “Sorry sweetheart, we’ll leave.” She assured.

“No, stay. Please.” Patty spoke, shocking them all as she slid off the bed to look at them. “Obviously you know Stan. However, I’ve never heard anything about you from him. I mean… I know who you all are from all the fame. But Stanley has never told me that he personally knew you guys.” She explains.

“Yeah, that’s where the complicated part comes in,” Mike comments as she looked at him in confusion.

“It’s like there was a curse placed on this town. Made us forget who we were.” Bill offers only confusing her more.

“Okay, that’s… Like magic?” She pondered as they shrugged.

“Well, in a way yes, but not entirely. More like… other life?” Mike frowns.

“Like aliens?”

“The story is long. There are things that you won’t believe so… maybe it’s best for you to forget about it.” Ben pleads softly before she crossed her arms.

“I have the rest of my life with Stan. If you think I don’t have time to hear the story of why my husband decided to up and leave with no trace as to where he was going… you might want to guess again.” She comments as they swallowed softly.

“Come here, Babylove.” He said, patting his lap as they looked at him skeptically. “Let me tell her guys.” He whispered before she slowly sunk down onto the edge of the bed.

It took over an hour to explain everything, the other losers adding in points whenever it was necessary, but mostly keeping quiet. Patty was quiet for a long time, unsure of what to say or even how to react to everything that had been dumped on her. It worried Stan and the others that she might call them crazy or worse maybe this would push her into leaving Stan.

“Babylove?” He asked quietly as she blinked before her eyes softened.

“I’m… I’m so sorry… I can’t even begin to imagine how terrifyingly traumatic that could be for all of you… especially at such a young age. I’ll admit this is… a lot, but that doesn’t mean I don’t believe you. Obviously, you all seen something… The scars help prove what you are saying. It’s just… insane, but I believe you.” She said, taking Stanley’s hand as a shakey sigh escapes his throat.

“Hey Stan, where did you find her and how do I find one like her?” Richie questioned, making them all snort as Patty’s face flushes.

“Look, you’ve never lied to me before… Without good intention, but I don’t think you’d lie to me about this. It just seems too… real. I’m so proud of all of you. I know that it couldn’t have been easy to come back after you’ve forgotten. But now the world is a safer place.” She smiles warmly.

“No--No, Seriously Stan the man where?” Richie piped up when Patty chuckles and hugs all of them tightly. “I vote that she becomes a loser!” He held up a hand immediately.

“I second!” Bev stood next to Richie with a dazzling grin as the others murmured their agreement.

“Um--” She turned back to Stan who was covering his mouth to hide his laughter before raising his hand.

“It’s official! Welcome to the losers club!” Richie wrapped an arm around her.

“Well, that just happened.” She comments, glancing at Stan who offered her a sheepish smile.

“You’ll get used to it.” He assured softly when she sighed before going over to him. “You okay…?” He asked worriedly when she climbed onto the bed and laid her head onto his chest.

“I’m just exhausted… These past few days have been stressful. But now that I know you’re okay all the sleepless nights have finally caught up to me.” She murmurs tiredly when Stan leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry, Patty. If you want you can sleep on me. I’ll be able to go home in a few days.” He assured gently as she smiles at him.

“Good. Um… I have something to tell you. I’m telling you now, because I know these are your friends.” She gestured to the Losers who glanced at each other. “What was that phrasing we said we’d use during college…?” She pondered before sitting up with a confused expression.

“Phrasing? What are you talking about?” Stanley frowned, glancing at his friends who shrugged.

“Oh!” She gasps, snapping her fingers excitedly. “I remember! There’s an egg in the nest.” She grins softly.

“Oh god… Is that some gross foreplay shit because I might actually vomit if it is.” Richie comments, earning a jab to the ribs by Eddie.

“There’s an egg…?” Stan’s face twisted in more confusion.

Patty immediately covered her mouth as she felt a bubble of laughter rise from within her. She took notice of the gears finally clicking into place on her husband’s face. She smiles softly at the look of shock that overtook what was once confusion.

“You… You’re joking.” He whispered as tears flooded down his face. “You--Are you sure?” He asked, choking slightly when his throat constricted painfully.

“I’m sure and no, I’m not.” She giggles, tears blurring her vision.

“Stan, what’s going on?” Bill questioned before jerking back when Stanley surged forward and hugged Patty tightly.

“I’m gonna be a father! Patty is pregnant!” He laughs as they all froze at his words.

“Holy shit!” Richie was the first one to break the shock, causing Patty to laugh.

She stood up before suddenly she was enveloped in the arms of all the losers while Stan sat there grinning like a dork. Everyone was congratulating the happy couple as Patty looks to Stan with a warm smile.

“Guys, can I have my wife back?” He asked with a snort when Richie held her against his back.

“Nope, she’s ours now. We’re a family. Wait… That sounds a lot better in my head.” He comments as Eddie made a face.

“You’re absolutely disgusting.” He huffed, jerking Richie’s arms off Patty so she could join her husband back on the bed.

“So is anyone else staring?” Ben piped up as they all murmured their agreements when Patty grins softly.

“How about Chinese?” She giggles when they all gaped at her.

“Oh! She’s really is one of us!” Richie cackled, clapping his hands together as Stan rolled his eyes before pulling Patty back into his chest.

“You’re lucky I love you.” He whispered into her ear when she giggled harder before turning to face him.

“You’re right… I’m so very lucky.” She whispered to him...

[the-sarcastic-trashmouth]

A dumb, stupid love letter

Summary: “Alright, which one of you assholes was it?” Stan’s sharp tone surprised the entire group. Each loser snapped their gaze up to Stanley in confusion as he thrusted the postcard onto the lunch table.

“What’s that?” Bev asked, leaning forward to inspect it before freezing at the declaration of love written in beautiful handwriting.

“A love letter. So who’s idea was it? Come on. I wanna know who to thank for the joke.” He snapped.

“Stan, we didn’t write that.” Eddie comments, looking up to him in worry. “Trust me.”

Stan’s calculating eyes locked onto Richie who froze when he realized that Stan thought it was him. His jaw dropped as he immediately shook his head in protest.

“Look dude, I may be an asshole a good majority of our lives, but even I would think that’s completely fucked.” He explains, holding his hands up in mocked surrender.

“So... So it wasn’t anyone here? There’s someone in this school that actually likes me?” He sounded doubtful of that fact.

“S-S-Sound like it.” Bill points out with a genuine grin of happiness. 

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Patricia Blum 

“Alright, which one of you assholes was it?” Stan’s sharp tone surprised the entire group. Each loser snapped their gaze up to Stanley in confusion as he thrusted the postcard onto the lunch table.

“What’s that?” Bev asked, leaning forward to inspect it before freezing at the declaration of love written in beautiful handwriting.

“A love letter. So who’s idea was it? Come on. I wanna know who to thank for the joke.” He snapped.

“Stan, we didn’t write that.” Eddie comments, looking up to him in worry. “Trust me.”

Stan’s calculating eyes locked onto Richie who froze when he realized that Stan thought it was him. His jaw dropped as he immediately shook his head in protest.

“Look dude, I may be an asshole a good majority of our lives, but even I would think that’s completely fucked.” He explains, holding his hands up in mocked surrender.

“So... So it wasn’t anyone here? There’s someone in this school that actually likes me?” He sounded doubtful of that fact.

“S-S-Sound like it.” Bill points out with a genuine grin of happiness.

Stan blinked in shock before suddenly his face heated up when he looked to the others. Their faces held matching grins of delight when Stan swallowed thickly. He looked to Ben who was looking over the writing with a gentle expression.

“Well, whoever it is... they are very literate. Which means they probably spend a lot of time at the library.” He points out as Stan finally sunk down into his seat between Bill and Mike.

“They must know what you’re into with the sentence about the birds,” Mike comments as Stan stared down at the table, still processing everything.

“Shit guys, I think he’s broken.” Richie snickers as he waved a hand too close to Stan’s face.

“Dude! That’s disgusting! Do you know how many germs are on your hand?” Eddie snapped, slapping Richie’s hand away from Stan.

“What... How do I figure it out? I—I need to know who it is.” He finally spoke after what felt like forever.

“Well, the handwriting is way too pretty to be a guy’s,” Mike comments with a shrug.

“It—It smells like gir—girly perfume,” Bill comments as the others nod.

“Ooh! I bet it’s Katy from Math class!” Eddie exclaims with a snap of his fingers.

“What?” Stan’s face twisted in worry. “But she... Oh, fuck... it can’t be her. She told me that birds are dumb.” He points out with a scowl on his face.

“Well, obviously they don’t want to be known.” Eddie offers. “Maybe they are too nervous and don’t want to be known.” He shrugs.

“You saying it was you, Eddie Spaghetti?” Richie grins deviously as Eddie choked on his water.

“What!! No! I’m not! That’s gross! Stan’s one of my best friends! Besides, it’s possible she just doesn’t want to be known! And don’t call me that you asshole.” He growled softly.

“Guys! Focus! This is about Stan! Flirt with each other later!” Bev huffs earning a glare from Eddie while Richie grins in delight.

“Maybe Eddie is right. What if this is still a joke? What if someone did this to get a rise out of me?” Stan asked worriedly.

“Hey, don’t think like that. You’re an amazing guy and anyone would be lucky to have you.” Mike assured quickly.

“Besides, she must be really shy if she can’t even talk to you.” Richie snorts earning a jab to the ribs by Eddie.

“Shut up Richie!” He huffs softly.

“This is dumb. I’m not going to keep this letter. It’ll give me more anxiety than I need.” Stan stood up, prepared to throw away the letter when Richie intercepted him.

“Okay! Jesus Christ dude, hold on! I mean this girl poured her heart out to you. If someone was making it a joke it wouldn’t be as detailed. Look, I know you are worried and you fucking twist things because you are you! However, even if you don’t want to know who it is... don’t throw that away. Because sometimes people don’t have the courage to write what they can’t say.” He sighed as they all watched him in silence.

“Why do you care so much?” Stan’s eyes narrowed as Richie groaned loudly.

“Because I fucking know who put it in your locker, but I’m not telling you because she begged me to put it in your locker. So fucking sit the hell back down and smile because someone finds your bird watching adorable!” He snapped as Stan swallows before glancing down to the letter.

“You’re gonna tell me right?” Bev broke the silence as Stan glared at her.

“For once, Bevvie... That’s between me and her. I promised her I wouldn’t, but trust me Stan the man... She’s a cutie and you two are weirdly perfect for each other.” He snorts softly.

“Thanks... I guess.” Stan frowns softly before rubbing at his neck as he pulled out his lunch to eat.

The rest of lunch was rather quiet, Stan glanced every so often at Richie who refused to meet his gaze. He was physically trying to force himself not to speak because he promised her he wouldn’t say anything. He cringed at the feeling of all their eyes watching him, waiting for him to spill out and finally admit defeat.

Richie was the first one out of the lunchroom the moment the bell rang to head to their next class. It made the young Jewish boy sigh in slight annoyance that Richie was actually keeping his mouth shut. Of course, he would, right?

Rolling his eyes, Stan got up and went to his next class with his mind racing on who could possibly want to be with him. It seemed almost odd to him that there was someone in the school that actually thought he was worthy enough to be liked. That being said, Stan didn’t want this stupid love letter to consume his life, because there were far too many girls in the school to find out who it is.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, making Stanley want nothing more than to slam his head against the desk. Normally, he loved to listen to the teacher, but today his mind just wasn’t with it. He glanced around the room before his eyes stopped on one person in particular.

Patricia Blum.

She was a beautiful girl, to say the least. Her light green eyes glittered behind the round glasses that took up over half her features, but her tiny nose held the frames strong. Her long jet black hair was tied back, complimenting her freckled face oh-so beautifully. She always wore sweaters with a long shirt that somehow wouldn’t work for anyone but her.

What if it’s her? No way! She’s too perfect to look at you that way!

Patty moved into Derry over a year ago and she’s been hanging with other people and sometimes the losers. They’ve been paired up for projects multiple times so he knows that she’s really sweet to everyone. He just finds her presence to be calming in ways that only the Losers can bring out of him sometimes.

I mean she had other friends so she wasn’t always with the losers, but a lot of the times that she did come around… Stan found himself feeling happier. He loved talking with her because she always had something interesting to say, or just loved to listen to him ramble on about whatever was on his mind.

Patty glanced over to him before offering him a warm smile, causing Stan’s face to heat up when he realized she caught him staring. He swallowed before offering a tight-lipped smile back as he turned to the book their English teacher was explaining. His heart fluttered gently as his eyes cast down to his bag where the letter remained wedged between his social studies and math books.

“You okay?” A soft voice asked as Stan jerked before looking up to see Patty standing over him with her books in her arms. “The bell rang and you didn’t move. You look really lost in thought.” She was smiling at him.

“Uh… Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry. Thank you.” He murmurs, struggling to get his stuff together as he mentally cursed himself for daydreaming for so long.

“Stanley, um… I--” Her mouth shut with an audible click as she looked concerned. “I’m sorry… This… If it makes you uncomfortable… I’ll just…” She pointed towards the door before immediately exiting as Stan watched her go.

“Fuck…” He cursed softly before going out of the room and towards the exit of the school.

“Stanny! Wait up!” Richie called with Eddie and Bill trailing behind him. “You are speed walking, dude.” He huffs as he finally caught up to Stan as the four boys walked out of the school.

“This stupid letter has been a pain in my ass. I can’t stop thinking about it. I just…” He gritted his teeth when Eddie offers a sad smile.

“Can’t believe anyone would love you?” He finished as Stan’s shoulders slumped slowly.

“Yeah, sadly.” He scrubbed at his temples when Richie threw an arm around him.

“Well someone does! They see you and think you are something special! Don’t know why, but hey you’re not my type.” He laughs as Stanley rolled his eyes and pushed away from Richie, walking ahead of them.

“St-St-Stan… If you are rea--rea--really that bothered by the le-le-letter… Just get rid of it.” Bill offers when Stan looked at him, holding his books tightly to his chest.

“That’s the problem… I don’t want to. I… I want someone to like me. I’m fucking sixteen years old and I’ve never dated before. Like… I want someone to want me. I want to have someone to love me. I just… I didn’t think it was possible.” He comments before groaning. “This is seriously dumb! Why am I acting like some love-sick loon!” He demanded.

“Because Stan the man… Everyone wants that. They want that feeling that love gives them. I mean shit… Look at Ben and Bev? Bill and Mike?” He waggles his eyebrows at Bill who sputtered at him in shock.

“I guess you’re right… What about you? What about Eddie?” He asked, glancing back to the hypochondriac who offers a flushed face.

“Uh… Richie and I have been dating on the down-low for about a year now.” Eddie comments as Bill and Stanley blinked in shock.

“What the fuck! Why didn’t you tell me you asshole?” Stan demanded, looking from Eddie to Richie who held matching expressions of worry.

“Because… Well, we liked keeping it a secret? I don’t know. We just never really thought about it. I guess it never mattered if anyone was okay with us or not. Just as long as Eddie and I loved each other.” Richie nods before glancing at Eddie who shyly looks to the ground.

“You two are already disgustingly cute! Stop it!” Stan huffs, sounding more on the tones of a whine. “Oh… Oh, that makes sense now! Everyone in the Losers club had someone… I always felt left out when everyone paired up… I was the outcast in our own little band of outcasts… I guess that’s why I wanted someone to love the most.” Stan murmured.

“Whoa! We aren’t abandoning you, Stan!” Eddie assured quickly when Stan looked up with a hurt expression.

“How you all went to the movies together the other week, probably as a date for everyone and just forgot to tell me?” He asked as Eddie opened his mouth before shutting it. “Exactly. Look, let’s just drop it. I don’t think I’m gonna go to the clubhouse today. I’ll see you guys later.” He comments, walking off before anyone could follow after him.

Stan was walking when he heard the sounds of shoes tapping against cement, loudly. He jerked back expecting to see Henry and his goons, but instead, there was a flustered Patty who was panting loudly. She held up a hand as if telling him to stop, causing him to awkwardly stand there until she finally made it up to him.

“Richie--Richie told me you weren’t okay. I thought I’d come to check on you.” She said between bouts of heavy pants. “What happened?” She asked worriedly.

“Um… Nothing, nothing that you need to worry about.” He assured as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I don’t believe that bullshit for even a moment.” She resorts with a slightly sharp tone. “Shit, I’m sorry. If you don’t feel comfortable telling me then you don’t have to.” She waves her hands around.

“It’s not… It’s not that. I… Actually, this is going to sound really dumb, but I got a love letter today. I’ve never gotten one before. It’s made me all weird. I just… I guess I never expected someone to want me as a partner. I just thought I’d adopt a bunch of birds and live my life like that.” He shrugs.

“Oh Stanley, anyone would be lucky to have you. I’m sure everyone is just intimidated by how smart you are. It’s not that you’re cold… It’s just you radiate that sort of energy?” She questioned.

“That might explain why she wasn’t brave enough to actually hand me the letter… Or even talk to me in the first place.” He sighed when Patty moved a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

“Maybe she’s just really awkward and didn’t want to be a complete idiot in front of you.” Patty murmurs softly as Stanley frowns.

“Well, she couldn’t be any more of an idiot than I would be if she actually confessed to me.” He laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Who do you want the letter to be from?” She asked quietly when he froze at her words.

“I… I don’t know. I never actually thought about that.” He swallowed thickly.

“Um… Stan, I… I have to tell you something.” Patty mumbles, looking down at her beat-up sneakers.

“What’s that?” He asked, unsure as to why his heart thundered so loudly in his chest.

“I… I was the one who told Richie to put the letter into your locker… I’m the one who wrote the letter and I’m the one who was too scared to say. If I had known it would have affected you this much I would have never tried. I’m so sorry, Stan. I promise I’ll leave you alone from now on.” She rambled quickly as Stan looked up to her in shock.

“Wait… What? You? The… The letter was from you?” He asked dumbly.

“Yeah, I… I’m sure you probably wanted someone else.” She comments softly when Stan’s jaw dropped open.

“Holy shit… I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming. This can’t be real.” He whispered as her features twisted in confusion.

“What--I’m… Stan, this is real. I mean… If you don’t feel the same way just say that… Don’t make fun of me.” She looked hurt when Stan dropped his books without a second thought. He surged forward and cupped her face as her eyes widened before she looked at him in disbelief.

“No! No, I swear I’m not making fun of you! I just… I can’t believe it! Because I wanted the letter to be from you! It just doesn’t seem real. Like this shit doesn’t happen to someone like me. Maybe Bill or Ben… Or hell even Richie…” He explains when she watched him.

“You… So you like me too?” She asked quietly as he nods immediately.

“More than I ever thought I could like someone. You make me feel ways I’ve never felt before. It scares me, but… but you’re someone who always listens to me. You like to bird-watch with me when none of the others did. You are so amazing… and I can’t believe this is actually happening. I’d ask you to pinch me, but I really don’t want that.” He laughs breathlessly.

“Then maybe you should kiss me. Maybe that will make it real?” She offers as his face flushes before his eyes snapped down to her lips. “You don’t have to. That was really forward and--” She’s cut off when Stan smashed their lips together.

Patty moaned in surprise when she slowly kissed back as her hands grabbed at his forearms. She tilted her head gently and deepened the kiss, feeling like the entire world melted away except for them. She smiles as Stan gently pulls away before their eyes locked.

“Uh… How… How was that?” He asked when she giggles softly.

“Well… I don’t really have anything to base it off of considering that was my first kiss.” She whispered, causing him to freeze.

“You… Really?” He swallowed thickly before he started to laugh.

“Yeah, strict parents, but they like you a lot so Mom told me to go for it. She even helped me write the letter… Oh my god… That’s so lame to say! You didn’t hear that!” She whines, burying her face into his neck as Stan laughed harder.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” He grins which made her giggle. It sounded like music to his ears.

“So… If I were to ask you to maybe be my boyfriend…?” She trailed off when Stan rests their foreheads together.

“I would say yes.” He comments as her eyes glittered with happiness.

“Um… Do you wanna maybe bird-watch on Friday? Because I’m free Friday after school?” She offers.

“We can do something else.” He assures immediately. “You don’t have to bird-watch if you’d rather do anything else.” He explains.

“Stan, I don’t care if we just walked around this stupid town for five hours. As long as I’m with you… I don’t care what we do.” She smiles before pulling him back into a kiss.

“Get it Stan the Man!” Richie’s voice broke the bubble that had enveloped them as Stan snapped his gaze to the other losers.

“Dammit, Richie!” Bev snapped, jabbing him in the side while Richie outright cackled.

“Happy for you guys!” Eddie laughs before looking at Richie who crossed his arms.

“About fucking time is more like the phrasing I would use.” He shrugs.

“Shove it, Tozier!” Patty laughs.

“Blow me, Blum!” Richie smirks before looking to Stan. “At least now you know! And look, I didn’t say anything! That’s one for the books ladies and gentlemen!” He laughs when Eddie rolled his arms.

“If that isn’t true.” Eddie snorts softly. “We were gonna head to the Quarry. You guys coming?” He asked.

Stan looked to Patty who looked more than excited.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” She bent down and retrieved Stan’s books. “You think you can handle me in only my bra and underwear?” She asked as his face flushes before she rushed over and took Bev’s hand.

“Pat--Patty!” Stan exclaims, causing her to laugh as she and Bev rushed off towards the Quarry with Stan and the others hot on their tail.

Yeah, he was more than glad for that stupid, dumb love letter. So glad.