#stan remembered he was in love with bill his whole childhood and it knocked him out

[stranger-awakening]

Y’all ever think about how Stan’s last thought(s) were about Bill?? Not all of the losers ... not arguably his best friend Richie ... not even his Wife that he was super happily married to ... just Bill. That was pretty fucking gay of him huh

#it chapter 2 #stanbrough #stenbrough #stan uris #stanley uris #bill denbrough #i watched it 2 with hannah two days ago and ive been thinking about this ever since #stan remembered he was in love with bill his whole childhood and it knocked him out #m:it #jess rants about life

[totallysharkycomplete]

Waiting For You Part Four (Ford Pines x Reader) Our Year

Before the twins arrived she helped Stan set up the attic for them. She also made sure there was plenty of food and snacks. Also, she helped make sure the shack was tween proof, and there were no signs of the supernatural or paranormals.

Stan had hired help in the gift shop for the summer, which was new. Besides Soos who had been around for a few years now. He claimed it was because you were both so close to getting Ford back, and the kids would be enough work.

Life wasn’t much different with the twins around, maybe more fun, but not too different. Mabel decided to call her their honorary Grant. The only difference being having to wait until the kids were asleep before she and Stan head down into the basement.

She tried to distance herself at first, allowing time for Stan to bond with his grand niece and nephew. When Stan told her he was going to take the kids fishing she decided to stay home and work. A few days after that there was a loud crash and Soos announced that he had found a random hidden room.

Everything in her started to panic that he had somehow found Ford’s room, but was relieved when she saw it was those creepy wax figures Stan had forgotten about.

“Why are these in here?” Dipper asks.

“They stopped attracting tourists so Stan put them away. Also,” She leans down to Dipper to whisper. “I think they were kinda haunted.” She only half jokes. They had always given her the creeps.

“I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that.” Dipper quirked an eyebrow.

Stan and her had agreed to play off all the weird stuff in Gravity Falls to try and keep the kids away from it.

“I don’t.” She lies.

---------- When Mabel announces she has been spending time with Gideon she advies her against it. “Mabel, not to be rude, I know he’s only a child, but he’s kind of insane. Also, he’s kind of like your Gunkle Stan's nemesis.”

Mabel ignores her warning. A few days later however she came back to admit she was right.

“Mabel, I know you’re very boy crazy at this age. You’ll quickly learn that if a guy makes you feel uncomfortable or creeps you out you shouldn’t force yourself to be around them.” She offers Mabel a Pitt Cola which she happily accepts.

“He was really nice until he was really creepy.” Mabel sighs.

“Some boys are just like that.” She tells her.

“What about you? You’re so beautiful and nice. Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Mabel sits up, excited for an answer.

Her thumb comes up to fidget with the back of her ring. “Well, Mable, I…”

“Oh my gosh!” Mabel jumps up. “Is it because you’re in love with Grunkle Stan?”

She can’t help but laugh, causing Mabel to frown. “I’m sorry, Mabel, but no. I love Stan, yes. But I have absolutely no romantic feeling for him.”

“Don’t worry, by the end of this summer I’ll find you a boyfriend for sure!” Mabel doesn't listen as she protests, and scurries off. ---------- For some reason unbeknownst to her Stan decides to throw a party at the shack. When she asks him a reason all he replies with is, “Money!” Which seems about right to her.

She avoids the party for the most part. Taking the opportunity to sneak into the basement to tighten bolts and detangle wires. It's really all she can do at this point until the other journals are found.

When the party is over Stan makes his way to the basement. “You been down here all night?” She nods. “I could use some help cleaning up from the party.” She agrees to help since there is nothing left for her to do.

She starts throwing cups in the trash can and sweeping up. She unconsciously sighs.

“What’s that for?” Stan asks.

“What’s what for?” She replies.

“The sighing, am I too boring for you?” He jokes.

She stops cleaning and looks at him. “What else can we do, Stan? I feel like I’m just sitting around twiddling my thumbs waiting for something to happen. I’ve spent hours in the woods looking for the journals, hours looking around town, in the shack, but I always come back empty handed. I just don’t know what to do next.”

Stan walks over to her and takes the broom from her hands and sets it to the side, then wraps her in a hug. She hugs him back. “All we can do is keep on living our lives. We’ve done all that we can. I’m not saying we should give up or nothing, but right now we just have to live in the present ya’ know?”

She sniffs. “I know. It’s just so hard to, when it feels like we’re so close.” She put her chin on his chest to look at him.

He smiles. “I know what you mean.” He pauses for a second. “But right now, how ‘bout a dance? Didn’t get one all night.” Stan moves to turn on a slow song, before moving back to her and taking her hands.

She laughs but doesn't argue, laying her head against his chest. They slowly sway to the music.

“This year will be our year, promise.” Stan whispers. ---------- She’s sitting on the dinosaur skull talking to Stan when the twins come barling into the room arguing about having separate rooms. She can’t but smile and wonder if Ford and Stan were like this as kids. Right as Stan is explaining there’s not another room there’s a loud crash and Soos announces, yet again, he’s found a secret room.

Everyone makes their way to go see, and to her dismay she sees it’s Ford’s room. She watches as Stan walks in and grabs Ford’s glasses and tucks them into his sleeve while lying about not knowing what the room was.

She’s so lost in thought that she doesn’t even remember experiment 78, and how she had spent the day in Ford’s body before they figured out they could switch back.

She's leaning against the door frame watching as Stan tells the kids he’ll give the room to whoever sucks up to him the most. Even though she’s feeling upset seeing this room for the first time in a year she can’t help but laugh at Stan’s antics.

As the kids are off scrambling to reshackle the roof she sits across from Stan at the table. “Really?”

He smirks. “What? Just a little friendly competition among siblings.”

She lets out a laugh. “Were you and Ford like that?”

Stan looks at her smiling, but frowns a little before pulling a fake smile. “We, uh, we were best friends our whole childhood. As inseparable as kids can get.” He thinks for a second. “Did you ever want to have kids?”

She looks down at the table wistfully. “I did,” she says with a sad kind of smile. “We did,” she corrects herself. “We had talked about having kids once we weren’t so busy with work.

Stan can’t help but feel guilty. Maybe if he had never answered his brother letter her and Ford would be happily married with a family of their own.

“Don’t think like that Stan.” She frowns.

“Like what?” He tries to play dumb.

“I’ve spent almost every moment with you the last thirty years. I can read you like a book, old man.” She smiles at him now and reaches across the table to hold his hand. He grumbles but doesn’t pull away. “You know I love you, Stan. I don’t hold anything that happened against you, I’ve told you before.”

She pulls her hand away as Mabel runs into the room and starts talking to Stan. She gives him a smile before leaving the room.

Later she finds Stan sitting in his arm chair in front of the television. His favorite show is on, but he’s focused on the object in his hands. Ford’s glasses. Silently, she walked to sit on the dinosaur skull beside him and wrap an arm around him. They both look down at the glasses in silence. ---------- At first, she finds Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained charming. He reminds her a lot of Ford. Charming, until he starts to point the attention to her.

“She’s lived without Grunkle for who knows how long. They aren’t married or romantically involved, yet she wears a wedding ring. Could she actually be the ghost of a lonely widow who died in this house?” Dipper came up with a whole bunch of crazy theories. He followed her around with a camera until she finally had to tell him to stop.

She pulled him aside to talk to him. “Dipper, listen. Your grukle and I are friends, and roommates. We live together because neither of us want to live alone.”

“But your ring.” Dipper begins to ask.

“My ring,” she gives him a sad smile. “Dipper my fiance gave me this ring and he’s… no longer with us.”

Dipper’s face turned white as he began apologizing.

“Dipper it’s alright. I’m sure you’ll find a real mystery in this town if you keep looking.” ---------- A few days later she's reading in her room when Stan calls her and the kids to the living room. “I need you to laugh at this with me!” He motions to the little Gideon commercial on the tv.

Her heart sinks as the commercial shows the Mystery Shack being destroyed by the tent of telepathy.

Dipper asks if they should be worried about that but Stan assures him the only way Gideon could take the shack was if he snuck in and stole the deed. There’s a loud crash and Stan gets up and you follow to find Gideon had actually broken in. Stan ends up chasing him out with a broom but Gideon gives a grave warning about how when he gets the combination to his safe, Stan will never see the Mystery Shack again.

She stops Stan as he locks the safe again. “Is it really safe? Should we move it to the basement?”

He put a hand on her shoulder. “The combination is in my brain, sweetheart. There’s no way he can get it there.”

For a second her mind thinks of Bill, but he’s been gone since Ford disappeared. She decided against mentioning it to him and trusts Stan to know what he’s doing. Unfortunately, she's asleep in her room when Bill invades Stan’s mind and the twins and Soos enter his brain.

While in his brain Mabel opens a door to see Stan slow dancing with their ‘honorary Grant.’ “Are we sure they aren’t in love?” She questions before moving on.

She came into the living room to see everyone cheerful, Dipper had his grunkle in a choke hold, and she smiled. Suddenly there was an explosion knocking everyone backwards. Gideon walked in with the deed in his hands.

Dipper looks confused and says something about Bill. Her heart drops at the thought of the twins having to have had to deal with him.

They flee from the shack and all they can do is watch as a wrecking ball knocks over the sign for the Mystery Shack. ---------- The new living situation was less than ideal. Staying with Soos and his grandmother was only a temporary solution until they got the shack back.

While Gideon held a press conference Stan, the kids, and Soos watched from the front, she tried to sneak in the back. However they were both caught and thrown off the property.

Back at Soos’s house she stood in the kitchen with Stan while he called the twin’s parents. She watched as he blatantly lied to them. He hangs up the phone with a sigh and she walks over and pulls him into a hug.

“What are we going to do, Stan?” She whispers.

“We’ll do what we have to.” ---------- She was right by his side as he explained to the kids that he had to send them home. It broke your heart just as much as his to see how upset they were. She was surprised to hear him say Gideon won before he stormed out, she followed him out the door.

“You didn’t mean all that.” She confronts Stan when she catches up to him. “I know you didn’t. Stan we’re so close.”

“What do you want me to say? What can we even do? We’ve lost the shack, the kids have to go home, and we’ve lost the portal!” He shouts but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

“We can’t just give up.” She sniffs.

Stan calms himself when he sees she's about to cry, and gives her a hug. ---------- She gives both twins a teary goodbye before boarding the bus. “I love you two. Thank you for making this summer so memorable. I’m sorry it got cut short.” She plants a kiss to each of their heads before they board the bus.

She stands with Stan as they watch their bus drive away.

Back at Soos’s house she scribbles down ideas on how to get the house back, while Stan sits on the couch to wallow in his self pity. He grumbles something about hitting rock bottom and having no friends, no family.

“What am I, chopped liver?” She jokes, biting her pen in thought. He apologizes.

He stares at the Gideon pin in his hand before announcing he knows Gideon's weakness and tells you to hurry up as he runs out the door. ---------- Stan exposes Gideon for the fraud he is. They get the shack back and the twins get to stay. Even better, Stan tells her he’s found journal number two. She can’t stop from crying when he tells her.

Stan checks on the kids while she's checking on the portal. She doesn’t come up all night, until Stan comes down with journal number three.

“Is this real?” She asks in disbelief. “All three? We have all three journals after one day?”

“We have them all.” He confirms and flips them open to the corresponding pages. She watches as Stan examines the pages and presses some buttons, and the portal lights up. “It’s working!” He exclaims. Running towards the portal and she follows.

“Here we go.” ---------- It’s not long until gravity anomalies begin to happen.

“It won’t be long now.” Stan stated.

She smiled wide and nodded. --------- The next day when government vehicles showed up she tried her best to keep her calm. Stan kept his cool and they left.

“I thought this would happen.” She confessed when they’re alone. “The gravity anomalies happened back in the 80’s when we got the portal working but the government was less observant then.”

“Don’t stress it. Soon we'll have Ford back and we won’t have to worry about the government.” Stan grunts.

She tries not to stress but it doesn't really work. She decided to help distract herself by helping Stan set up for the party. They deserved to celebrate getting the shack back. However, she can’t but notice Dipper sneaking off to Stan’s room. She goes to tell Stan right away.

She agrees to keep an eye on the party while Stan goes to check the portal. Everything is going well until the earth starts to shake. It’s not time for this yet, she thinks and checks her watch. Everyone runs off and she makes her way over to stand by Mabel, when Dipper comes running around the corner a hoard of zombies behind him. She orders everyone inside and keeps the zombies away from the kids the best she can without a weapon. They end up trapped in the gift shop and one grabs Dipper. Before she can do anything Stan shows up to save the day. When they are almost safe in the attic Dipper says there’s no way you and his Grunkle Stan can deny the thing that goes on in Gravity Falls anymore.

“Kid, I’ve always known.” Stan confesses. Dipper looks at you and you nod.

“We thought the best way to keep you two safe from it was to deny its existence. We see that was wrong now.” She frowns.

After the whole karaoke ordeal is over Stan has the twins promise not to go looking for problems, Stan lies and promises he has no more hidden secrets. ---------- She stands by Stan as he pours the fuel into the machines.

“Everyday it’s getting stronger.” He comments as his pen, mug, and notebook fly through the portal. She grabs his arm and steps back. Her eyes were wide.

“Haha, yes!” Stan shouts and raises his hand up. A stray metal bar flies up and hits him in the hand.

“This is so dangerous.” She sighs while bandaging his hand.

“I don’t care if it’s dangerous. I don’t care how long it takes. We’re gonna pull this off, and no ones going to get in our way.” He says determined.

She nods, just as determined. ---------- Stan and her work countless late nights. Finally Stan poured the last of the fuel into the machine. “That should be just enough to do the trick.” Just as he says that the timer begins.

The two of them put the final touches on the machine and Stan hits the button. The portal lights up and begins to whir into life.

“Yes! This is it!” His hat began to rise off his head.

She grabs on the nearest desk to keep herself on the ground. In a few seconds gravity returns and she lands back on her feet. “Just eighteen more hours?”

“Eighteen more hours and this will all have been worth it. Stan straps on his watch with a synced up timer. “Finally, everything changes today.”

They share a smile together. ---------- Stan says he’s going to spend the day with the kids, but she refuses to leave the basement. The kids ask where she is and he just says she’s not feeling well so she’s laying down in bed.

She's standing near the portal but at a safe distance. “Just ten more minutes.” She fidgets with her ring. While staring at the portal she doesn’t notice Soos and the kids. They don’t notice her right away either.

She checks her watch. “Two more minutes. Where the hell is Stan?” Looking around she looks back in the control room to see the kids and Soos. “What the hell?”

They walk into the portal room and gasp. “Kids, Soos, you can’t be here. You need to leave now.”

“There! Dipper yells and runs to the override keys.” Before she can run over and stop them, they turn them.

She moves to stand in front of the emergency off switch. “Stop! You don’t understand!” Soos grabs her and holds her to the side. She tries to wiggle away but can’t get out of his grasp. “Stop! Please!” She cries as Dipper almost hits the button.

Stan burts into the room and stops him before he does think. Dipper begins to argue with Stan when gravity fails.

They’re all lifted into the air. She's holding onto the timer as Mabel makes her way to the kill switch. She is frozen in fear, but Stan launches himself forward and convinces Mabel to trust him. There’s a blinding light and a figure steps out of the portal.

“The author of the journals. My brother!”

#waiting for you part four #ford pines x reader #standford pines x reader #gravity falls #reader insert

[occasionaloneshots]

Club Mom- Losers Club

 Sequel to Gang Mom (technically I’m writing them together so I don’t lose interest in my own writing.)

 summary/blurb

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    Everything felt wrong that year, seeing her on her own like that. The pink jacket that once covered her arms now abandoned, no one had seen it since before the, bowers incident. The old leather replaced by a green sweater that made those who took pity on the girl frown in her presence. Those who didn’t take pity on her however, let the rumors spread like wild fire. Some said she asked Henry to kill the others, a last result out of the friend group. Others thought it had been a trap for her that she barely escaped. There was even some of rumors that she planned to run off with Victor Criss and Henry killed him to stop it. And there was nothing she could do to stop them, because how do you tell the whole town that an evil clown possessed your first grade best friend to kill the other two? That would get her locked away with him for sure.

    It was even more confusing when they saw who she was around now. The losers club tided to her hip and in ways, the group seemed to fit her more. The gentleness that once seemed to out of place beside Henry and Patrick made perfect since between Mike Hanlon and Stanley Uris. She still would carry snacks and band-aids in her bag but they changed, picking up new things and being careful of allergies she never had to worry about before. Now a spare inhaler would fall from her bag from time to time, obviously not hers and people just, knew. And then there was little things that made new rumors fly, just like back when she was with bowers. People seemed to believe she moved on to younger guys. It was in the way she would ruffle Eddie’s hair, the gentleness of her helping Mike by picking him up to carry his deliveries. That blue trans am she bought off Ms. Higgins being his god sent when he needed to run deliveries in the rain. It was in the way that Bill looked to her to relax when his stutter seemed to worsen and the way that she seemed to be the only one that could make Richie quiet. The times you’d find her in the library with Ben or the park with Stan. She was always there with one of them, many wondered if it was guilt, making up for what Henry did. But those rumors that she would be with one of them never truly faded no matter what group the girl found. 

     Everyone in town remembers the day she graduated, six boys all pretending they weren’t going to cry in the crowd next to her parents. And the day she left, no one out side of the losers club ever saw her cry that hard, and they hadn’t seen it since ‘89. Then it was University of Maine and moving to Atlanta. And for the first time, in her middle school classroom, Hailey felt at peace. Becoming friends with the aunt of one of star students who introduced her to accountant husband (who was truly a big help during tax season). And something about the two of them felt so safe and nostalgic, the friendship just seeming to click. But then there was the phone call, and Hailey Black realized she may never truly have the peace she craves. And she could never have a happy ending with childhood friends. 

Hailey “Hales” Black

“I bleached my hair in college and I just remember thinking ‘He’d say you were copying him’ and to this day I’ve been trying to figure who it was. But, Victor, it was Victor.” 

nostalgic (luvsick) - renforshort

“ Always thought that we weren't like the rest/But I guess the world knew we were bluffin'/Lookin' back, we were all that we had/How did that just go and turn into nothin'?/Now every time that I drink Jack/I get those flashbacks/And go down a rabbit hole.”

Richard "Richie" "Trashmouth" Tozier

“You see, that sign never stopped me as a kid, can’t stop me now. Dance with me, ladies!” 

The story- Conan Gray

“ And when I was younger/I knew a boy and a boy/Best friends with each other/But always wished they were more/'Cause they loved one another/But never discovered/'Cause they were too afraid of what they’d say/Moved to different states”

Stanley “Stan” Uris 

“You will be at dinner next week right? Patty will be disappointed if you aren’t. So will I, of course.” 

27 - MGK

“What is a beautiful life without a beautiful death?/What is a beautiful mind, how is our beauty defined?/Is it for you to decide, is it my duty to die?/No matter how I’m remembered, just let me be remembered”

Beverly “Bev” Marsh 

“They really did grown into a handsome group of old men, didn’t they?” 

Love song- YUNGBLUD

“ All I learned growing up/Was that love chewed me up/Spit me out on the pavement” “ Sweetheart, you are/Changing my mind/Nobody taught me how to love myself/So how can I love somebody else?/There ain’t no excuses/I swear that I’m doing my best”

Michael "Mike" Hanlon

“You know, I always knew you’d end up working with kids, you were always so, maternal.”

Long Story Short- Taylor Swift

 “ Actually/I always felt I must look better in the rear view/Missing me/At the golden gates they once held the keys to/When I dropped my sword/I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door/And we live in peace/But if someone comes at us/This time, I’m ready”

William “Bill” Denbrough

“You know what Mister? She was fast enough to beat the devil.” 

Almost is Never Enough- Ariana Grande

“ If I could change the world overnight/There’d be no such thing as goodbye/You’d be standing right where you were/And we’d get the chance we deserve, oh”

Edward "Eddie" Kaspbrak

“That’s going to take forever to burn”

favorite crime- Olivia Rodrigo

“ It’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we’d do/'Cause I was goin’ down, but I was doin’ it with you/Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made/But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face/Oh, look what we became”

Benjamin "Ben" Hanscom

"I mean, it's weird right? Now that we're all here everything just comes back faster."

Best Friend - Rex Orange County 

“ I should've stayed at home/'Cause right now I see all these people that love me/But I still feel alone/Can't help but check my phone/I could've made you mine/But no, it wasn't meant to be and see, I wasn't made for you/And you weren't made for me/Though it seemed so easy”

#it movie #it #it chapter two #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #Reddie #stanley uris

[barney-james]

Speechless || Sebastian Stan x Reader FLUFF IMAGINE

.returBased loosely on Speechless by Dan & Shay

The soft music drift through your apartment as you got ready for the night. Your best friend since childhood, Sebastian, has invited you to his most recent movie premiere for Endings, Beginnings. This is the first premiere he’s invited you to, so it came as a surprise. Ever since you were teenagers, you have had a crush on Sebastian, but you’ve always hidden your feelings, not wanting to ruin your friendship. You’d become pretty good at it. You’d only let your true emotions show when you were alone. And knowing that this movie is one that he portrays a character with a very intimate relationship with the lead, you can’t help but dread the premiere just a little. Every time you see him with someone else, your heart tears into tiny pieces, and you lose an equally tiny piece of your composure in hiding your feelings. You could never tell him, fear of rejection, losing one of the only people you have. So you did your best to distract that part of your mind, but none of the guys you ever got with lasted, no feelings ever developed, much less to the stage of love you hold for your best friend.

You hear a harsh knock at your front door, a knock you know to belong to Sebastian. You take a deep breath, look yourself in the eyes through the mirror, and give yourself a quick pep-talk. “You’re okay,” you mutter to yourself. “You can do this. It’s just a premiere. Don’t get jealous, he’s not yours. You don’t want to lose him so don’t act out.” Just the usual pep-talk you give yourself every time you’re about to see him. You run your hand through your loose curls one more time before grabbing your phone and texting him to come in, telling him you’ll be out in five. You do one more once over, slip on your stilettos and spray a pump of your favorite perfume. You turn the music off and open the door, revealing to you your best friend in a slick black suit and a grey trench coat.

As soon as you had walked out of your room, and his eyes landed on you, Sebastian was dumb-struck. He had known he’d be a mess the moment he saw you. In his eyes, you had always been the most beautiful woman, whether in sweat pants and a bare face, or dressed up. You always left him speechless, but you never seemed to notice his reaction, even though it was certainly nothing new. The way your black dress hugs your figure and accentuates your waist line, and the deep cut v-neck exposes just enough cleavage, his mouth is almost watering. He licks his lips as he steps inside your apartment. Evidently, you had been stress cleaning before you got ready, as your main living area is practically sparkling.

{Not great at describing dresses, this is it^^}

Sebastian stuffs his clammy hands into his jacket pockets, trying to calm his own nerves. He had lost count of the years he’s loved you. Unbeknownst to the both of you, you had hidden your feelings from each other for the same reasons. Sebastian was slowly building up his nerve to tell you since he was continuously struggling to get you off his mind and not tell you how he feels. He could tell tonight was going to be exceptionally hard. 

He watched as you bent down to the coffee table and picked up your purse, depositing your phone and wallet into it. Once everything was secure within it, you turned back to Seb as you threw the strap over your shoulder. 

You give him your biggest smile, loving to see him so dressed up and presenting his work. “You ready?” you ask him. 

He returns the smile and holds out his arm for you to grab, which you do so laughing. 

He clears his throat, speaking his first voice of the evening. “Did you want to grab dinner before we head over to the theater? My treat,” he looks down at you with a sweet smile. 

“Sounds good to me,” you return. “But you know I’m paying for myself.”

Sebastian gives a hearty chuckles and puts his free hand over yours on his arm, squeezing your hand slightly. “Not gonna happen, doll,” he sasses. It takes him a moment to realize what he had just said, what he had just called you. He didn’t usually call you pet names, but instead the nickname he has dedicated to you. He brushes it off eternally, seemingly unresponsive. You had notice the tag as soon as it had passed his lips, causing your breath to involuntarily hitch in your throat, but you play it off as a cough. 

Sebastian helps you into his car. The ride to the restaurant is mostly quiet. The radio is on low volume as he drives, and your fingers tap at your phone screen. You were both uncharacteristically nonverbal, not going unnoticed by either of you, and setting off the tone of the evening. Dinner was practically the same, with a bit more conversation and laughing like your used to. The mood lightens as things return to normal. You playfully banter over the bill, but he gives the waiter his card and sends him away before you could even get yours out. 

The car ride to the premiere was the same as the one before, awkwardly stiff. Your toes tap against the floor of the passenger seat, trying to think straight. It was surely nothing. He was just nervous for his premiere, tired maybe. He was trying to calm his psyche in the same way. You were surely only off because you’d never been to a movie premiere before. He remembers how nerve wracking it can be.

Once arriving at the venue, Sebastian rushes around to open the passenger door and offers a hand to help you out of the car. You walk with your arms intertwined as you had when he escorted you from your apartment to his car. The roaring noise of the fans and paparazzi hurt your ears as you stepped onto the carpet with him. You slowly made your way down the walk with him, stopping every few strides for more pictures. He would wrap his arm around your waist and smile to the camera. Just a pose of course. But you could swear you caught him out of the corner of your eye looking down at you and biting his lip. You brushed it off. You didn’t see it directly, your mind was probably just playing tricks on you to throw you off. 

About halfway down the walk, Sebastian met up with his costars, and posed for several pictures with them, laughing and having a good time. He seemed looser than he had all night, but he was only trying to act unfazed in front of his friends and the press. You noticed as he was taking pictures with Jamie and Shailene that his hand rested low on her waist and lingered for a moment after. When he came back to you, you showed no sign of having noticed or cared, playing it as smoothly as you could and always do.

He looked you in your beautiful eyes, and his pale blue orbs knocked the air out of your lungs. For a moment, the look in your eyes matches his feelings towards you. Knowing he’s most likely just imagining it, he still can’t help but feel like you can read his mind, and wonder if that’s why you’d seemed off the whole evening. 

As he reverts his eyes from your gaze and walks down the carpet, you can’t stop yourself, and your hand grabs his wrist, stopping his from going any further. 

Your brain had shut off, and your heart was now controlling your mouth and actions. “Seb,” you say softly. “What’s going on? You’ve been acting weird all night. I know I haven’t been acting much better I just --” you cut yourself off, looking back into his eyes, trying to find some kind of reaction. He stares at you with a blank expression for a moment, before he lets his own heart take over. 

His hands come up and gently cradle your face. He unmasks his eyes, letting his adoration for you show through. “I love you, Y/n,” he says simply before leaning down slightly and pulling your lips to his. 

Shocked, you take a moment to kiss him back, but eventually your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and you pull him impossibly closer. You’re both aware of the gasps, hollers, and flashing cameras behind you, but neither of you care enough to stop.

When the kiss parts, he leans his forehead against yours.

“Seb,” you whisper. 

“Y/n,” he begins. “I’ve always loved you, and I always will. I’m stupid for not acting on it before now. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known in every way possible, and just staring at you standing there in that dress, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I’m done being a coward. I love you, Y/n.”

“Me too,” you say barely audibly. “I love you, too, Seb.”

His smile breaks into a ridiculous grin like a child who just got a puppy on Christmas morning. He reconnects your lips, putting all the love in his heart into the kiss. He thinks to himself, maybe this was the perfect time to tell you. It worked out well, and not there’ll be plenty of pictures so he can reminisce on the happiest moment of his life thus far as many times as he want.  

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I couldn’t stop listening to the song and absolutely had to write something based on it with Seba. Also yay! Posting two nights in a row.

Not proof read.

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[charlienick]

hi and i love u. "i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth" for the prompts....

Richie has decided that his dream-self can get fucked. And not in the fun way.

When he’s 24, at least once per night, Richie has what he would describe as an erotic nightmare. He never actually has sex in these dreams, nor does he die or even get seriously maimed. But they’re still definitely erotic, and they’re definitely nightmares. 

The first went something like this:

He is tied to a chair. He can’t get up. The rope is chafing his skin. He struggles against the darkness, but he does not move. He can’t. Squinting out into the inky black, he wonders if he’s wearing his glasses. It’s only once he has that thought that he sees a spotlight lighting up his childhood kitchen. His refrigerator has magnets from Acadia National Park, a photo of him and Bill flipping off the camera and laughing, a copy of his sonogram. The sight of it makes him ache in a way he can’t describe, nor does he have time to, because stepping out of the hallway and into the light is his childhood best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Eddie is wearing a cream-colored sweater that he wore a lot in his late-teens and the bright red shorts he was so fond of in middle school. It’s a jarring combination, because Richie never saw him wear those two articles of clothing at the same time, let alone in the same era. He’s picking at a thread spinning loose from the sweater, looking down at it. He bites his bottom lip, and Richie starts to feel nervous, uncomfortable, because whenever he finds himself wishing Eddie were a woman so that it would feel normal for him to want to take his lip between his own, he looks away. Makes a joke. Averts attention from the ache in his heart, in his head, in his jeans.

He can’t do that now. He tries, but he doesn’t succeed. There’s something invisible keeping his head pointed forward. Eddie snaps his eyes up, smirks with the lip still caught in his teeth, and says… something. Richie can’t hear him from so far away, his hearing fuzzy the way his vision always is. The smirk isn’t cruel, isn’t mean or even teasing. Eddie looks proud of himself. He shucks off his sweater in one fluid movement and drops it to the linoleum beneath him. His skin shines golden, and Richie can hardly breathe. He feels like he’s being asphyxiated, and he bucks his hips, turned on and terrified.

And then he wakes up.

Dreams like this have happened almost nightly for months now. Once, it’s Eddie giving him a lap dance while he’s tied to the couch in their apartment. Another time, Bev catches Eddie stripping for him in his bedroom, and her laughter echoes all the way into the waking world. Regardless of the content of his dreams, Richie always remembers them in painstaking detail, and it’s really causing a rift between he and Eddie.

This sucks major donkey dick for three reasons: the first is that Richie is, like, deeply uncomfortable in his own home at all times. He can’t look at Eddie with his feet propped up on the ottoman without remembering how his legs looked wrapped around Richie’s waist, can’t hear his voice without remembering how he sounded moaning Richie’s name. The second reason, of course, is that Eddie is his best friend, and it’s shitty that Richie can’t find comfort in that the way he used to.

The third reason is that Eddie is starting to fucking notice.

He cornered Richie in the kitchen while he was making himself breakfast two mornings ago, and demanded he tell him what he did wrong because he couldn’t stand another weird, uncomfortable second of this weird standstill he and Richie had found themselves in. “What weird, uncomfortable standstill?” Richie had basically responded with, chuckling manically like that wouldn’t be a total tip-off that things were in fact weird and uncomfortable.

He has stopped walking around in his boxers, terrified that he’s going to get a hard-on when Eddie, like, waters the fucking spider plant and his shirt rides up and Richie short-circuits and has a total meltdown.

So he figures he’s attracted to his best friend. So what, he says to himself alone in his bedroom after jacking off the moment he woke up for the fifth day in a row. So I’m attracted to Eddie. Eddie is a pretty boy. This means nothing. I’m still straight.

He considers bringing this up to Stan, because next to Eddie, Stan is his best friend, but Stan would definitely laugh at him and say something like you’re an idiot. Go kiss your roommate and leave me be, which, okay, true, but not necessary. He knows, Brain-Stan! He’s aware the situation is reaching its boiling point! But he can’t exactly fucking tell Eddie, hey, I wanna suck your dick, but no homo, O best friend of mine! Eddie wouldn’t understand that the situation is precariously balanced between Richie’s suppression and the knowledge that Eddie has definitely sucked dick before.

Because Eddie was able to come out after he and the Losers moved from Maine to San Francisco, he has caught some dick regularly for the past six years. He’s pretty, as Richie’s head, heart, and apparently now dick all agree upon, and the four or so men he has in rotation all seem to think so, too. When Eddie would bring home a suitor prior to Richie’s epic sexual breakdown, he would just scamper over to Bev and Ben’s, or go bother Stan, Mike, and Bill at theirs. Now however, because on top of being attracted to his best friend, he’s also a goddamn masochist, and he’s staying holed up in his room listening to Eddie get fucked (or fuck? He isn’t certain on the makeup of his screwings, though not for lack of trying), one hand stripping his dick, feeling like a total and complete asshole. 

Richie knows that one’s sexuality is not always privy to one’s knowledge of whether or not the person would be interested in bedding him or not, and his wild imagination is not totally hinged upon reality. Bev and Ben would definitely not tie him up and have their way with him, but that’s still a familiar fantasy in his spank bank; he knows it will never happen, but it’s called a fantasy for a reason. However, jacking off to the sound of actual-Eddie’s moans and sighs is definitely crossing a line, and he knows it.

So since that one fated, sordid evening, he has decided that he isn’t going to jack off at all until either the dreams stop or he’s able to talk this out with Eddie in a normal way without totally having a mental breakdown.

This was a stupid decision, he decides ten days in, because it seems like the dreams aren’t going to stop and he’s going to have to face this for real or his subconscious might actually eat him alive. He’s not going to give into his libido because his heart is stronger than that. His weak willpower will not be his downfall.

So he decides to talk to Ben, because he’s the least likely to make fun of him about this, and because he might be able to knock some sense into him.

“Wait, you and Eddie aren’t making love already?” Ben’s face screws up in confusion. “Oh.”

“What do you mean, oh? We haven’t ever knocked boots because I’m straight as an arrow.”

“Sorry to inform you, Rich, but having… ‘erotic nightmares’ about your male best friend isn’t exactly heterosexual behavior.” Richie goes to cut in, but Ben holds a hand up. “And what would be so wrong with liking boys? Or liking Eddie?” Richie snaps his mouth shut. “Eddie is the best. You love Eddie as a friend, right?”

“Totally, yeah, I mean, yeah!” Richie rambles, nodding violently.

Ben smiles patiently, “So what would be so bad about loving him all the way?”

“I… I didn’t know… I mean, I’ve had sex with girls. It just doesn’t light a fire under my dick the same way this seems to. He’s so pretty, and I don’t quite know how to go back to seeing him the way I used to now that I see him so clearly. It’s like I’ve been looking at him without my glasses on my whole life, and now everything is so much less fuzzy. Like I understand it better now.” His eyes widen as the silence stretches on, Ben smiling softly the whole time. “I mean, uh, you know, he could hop on my dick and I wouldn’t say no. Then I’d have fucked the whole Kaspbrak clan.”

Ben’s nose wrinkles in distaste, so he doesn’t respond to that. Instead, he says, “Tell him, Richie. I promise it won’t go badly.”

“But what if he doesn’t want to fuck me back?”

“You really think all this is is sex, Richie?” Ben asks quietly. He offers him another smile, an encouraging one this time, “And I already promised—it won’t go badly.”

So Richie decides, fuck it. He’ll tell Eddie tomorrow.

But then he wakes up in a cold sweat from tonight’s newest erotic nightmare, this time leaning more heavily on the nightmarish aspect than the erotic, and he decides tomorrow can’t wait. Tonight. He’s doing this right now, because he can’t stand another moment not being close to Eddie.

He puts on his glasses, pads out of his room and knocks softly on Eddie’s door. “Eds? You up?” Silence. He knocks a bit harder. “Eddie?” He hears Eddie sniff harshly from inside his room, and something knocks loudly. “Eds? You okay?”

“Mmph,” comes Eddie’s muffled reply. “Come in, you dick.”

Richie smiles and does as he’s told. He can see Eddie relatively clearly through the slats in the blinds open to the moon high above them. He’s rubbing the side of his head, his hair a total mess, his shirt rumpled, his frown intense, and Richie realizes, fuck, I love this angry little goblin. Jesus Christ, I love him.

“Hitting your head on the headboard is way less fun when you’re by yourself,” he grumbles. He wraps an arm around his knees and tilts his head. “What’s up at… 3:50 AM?”

“I…” Richie breathes out unsteadily. He decides to go with the truth: “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh. Shit,” Eddie frowns, pulling back the blankets. “You wanna cuddle?”

Richie nods dramatically and pitches himself into Eddie’s bed, immediately wrapping himself around Eddie. Eddie snorts, laughs quietly, and turns in Richie’s hold, slotting their thighs together so they’re facing one another. “Dick. You know I don’t like to be the little spoon, ‘specially with you and your newborn-deer limbs.”

“Can’t you make an exception just this once, Spaghetti?” Richie smiles, but he’s really only teasing; he’s just fine with this.

“So long as you tell me what the dream was about.” Richie tenses in Eddie’s hold, thinking, shit, I really should’ve assumed he’d ask. “I mean, if you want. But until you tell me, I demand to be the big spoon.”

Richie sighs, turning in Eddie’s hold only because it’ll be easier to say it if he isn’t looking right at him. “So I’ve been having these… we’ll call them erotic nightmares.”

“That sounds like a term you thought of weeks ago and are very proud to finally get the chance to utter.”

“Die.” Eddie snorts. “Actually, don’t-don’t do that,” Richie whispers, “please don’t die.”

“I won’t,” Eddie says, sounding like he’s about to laugh but trying not to. “Was that what the dream was about tonight? Is that why you’ve been acting so weird lately?”

“Sort of, yeah. You were, uh, you were on top of me, and you… I didn’t even see it coming. Your heart, it was… I don’t even think it could ever happen in real life.”

Eddie slips a hand beneath Richie’s shirt, cupping his hip bone and rhythmically running his thumb in the hollow between it and his stomach. “It didn’t happen, Rich. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Richie breathes out, less shaky this time, and nods. “Okay.”

A long pause, and then, “You said these nightmares, they’re erotic.” Richie’s blood runs cold. Fuck, he didn’t want this to be how he said it. “Is that why I was on top of you?”

“Sort of,” Richie whispers. “Yeah.”

“Like… Like this?” Eddie dislodges his thigh out from between Richie’s and hooks it over his hips, forcing him to lay flat on the bed. Eddie hovers over him, eyes dark and electric in the moonlight. He looks ethereal, holy, and nothing like he did in the dream. “What happens next? When I’m above you like this?”

“It’s different every time,” Richie says all in one breath. Eddie’s boxer shorts are hanging and brushing against the tops of Richie’s thighs. He feels a light breeze away from spontaneously combusting. “Sometimes you dance for me.”

Eddie wrinkles his nose, laughing quietly, “I can’t dance.”

“I know that, but my dreams don’t.” Eddie smile drops in an instant.

“What else?”

“Sometimes you hold me down⁠—”

Richie cuts himself off with a gasp when Eddie nudges Richie’s hands out from where they’re balled in Eddie’s sheets and presses them down to the bed beside his head. “Like this?” Richie chokes, nodding. He can’t say anything. He can hardly breathe. “What’s next, Richie?”

“You-you grind on me ‘til you—oh, holy shit.” Eddie swivels his hips in a tight circle against Richie’s dick, both of them already hard.

“Yeah? You been dreamin’ of me like this, Rich? How long?”

“What?”

“How long,” he grinds down low, and Richie moans, “have you,” he does it again, and Richie gasps, keening loudly, “been dreaming of me? Because I’ve been dreaming of you for years, Rich.”

“Motherfucking tap-dancing Jesus, you have?” Richie demands.

“Of course I have. Sometimes, when I bring a boy home, I pretend he’s you.”

“Oh my God.”

“Sometimes I accidentally say your name.”

Richie bucks his hips, feeling wild, caged. “Eddie, please, I need—”

“What do you want, Rich? I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Kiss me.” And he does. It’s everything and nothing like Richie dreamed it would be. It’s hot, searing, Eddie’s mouth a brand against his own, but the way Eddie is licking into his mouth feels nothing like he dreamed it would. It feels like he just wants to take care of Richie; he really wants to give Richie everything he asks for, and Richie feels drunk with the power-rush that brings. Beautiful, perfect, wonderful Eddie Kaspbrak wants to give him what he asks.

“Eddie,” he pants, and Eddie immediately pulls away, eyes liquid as they rake over Richie’s chest, still covered in his shirt. The light weight of it is suddenly stifling. “Please take off my shirt.”

“Of course, baby,” Eddie murmurs, unlocking their fingers and helping Richie sit up so he can do as he’s asked. “That better, angel?”

“Oh my God,” Richie whines, nodding. “This is so hot.”

Eddie smiles, “I agree. You’re definitely as beautiful as I dreamed you’d be.”

“You dreamed about me, too?” Richie sighs, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the thought of Eddie stripping his dick to the girls Richie’s brought home.

“Of course, Richie,” Eddie responds, hushed as he maps out Richie’s torso with the palms of his hands. One of his thumbs catches on Richie’s nipple, and he hisses, then gasps when he does it again. “Sometimes it’s sex dreams, like yours, but sometimes I dream you take me out to eat, or to the movies. Once, I dreamed you asked me to marry you and I woke up crying.”

“Eddie,” Richie says, all broken into pieces, jagged edges that sound serrated. “I would. You know I would, right?”

Eddie smiles softly, leaning over Richie and lacing their fingers back together, but the weight of Eddie on top of him doesn’t feel so suppressive anymore. It’s a comfort. It’s everything he could never admit to wanting. “I do now.”

He captures Richie’s mouth again, kisses that fall over him like stars, like meteorites, planets exploding behind his eyelids and pop rocks fizzing in his blood. He’s a shaking mess by the time Eddie pulls back again, kissing his neck and then sucking a mark into his collarbone, to his pulse point. He feels ready to burst, nearing absolute explosion.

“I want to fuck you, Richie,” Eddie says against his skin, and Richie moans to the ceiling, eyes rolling back in his head. “I want to fuck you, but I need to know this isn’t a one time thing. I won’t be my best friend’s sexual experiment, and I won’t be your fuck buddy. I can’t.”

“Eddie, I… look at me, please look at me,” Richie begs, unlacing their fingers and cupping Eddie’s cheeks. He looks terrified, ready to work himself into a panic attack, so Richie says, “I want to fuck you too, but more than that, I want to fuck your heart.”

Eddie snorts and goes boneless, his forehead knocking into Richie’s chin. “I hate you so much. I can’t believe you just said you want to fuck my heart, that’s so gross, what does that even mean?”

“It means exactly what it sounds like,” Richie says, proud that he managed to distract Eddie from the burgeoning panic. “I want to fuck your heart.”

“No, I want to fuck your heart,” Eddie shoots back, frowning intensely. Richie’s responding smile is blinding.

“We’re heart-switches.”

“This is the worst day of my life.”

“Sure, Eds.”

“Don’t call me Eds in bed! I’m outlawing all nicknames when we’re hard, it’s uncouth!”

“What about…” Richie runs the tip of his nose over the thin skin of Eddie’s neck, “baby?”

“Oh,” Eddie sighs, elbows buckling where he’s holding himself over top of Richie, “baby’s good.”

“Yeah?” Richie smiles, hooking his hands up under Eddie’s shirt and bunching it under his arms. “What about angel, my love, is that one okay?”

“This isn’t fair,” Eddie whines, falling down to his elbows and crushing Richie as he laughs, “you can’t use my weak heart against me.”

“Weak?” Richie smiles against Eddie’s skin, feeling more at home than he ever has in his life. “Nah. I think you’re the strongest person I know.”

“Richie…” Eddie smiles, embarrassed, and leans up to kiss him again, which is fine with Richie, because he’s embarrassed, too. Thank god for erotic nightmares, Richie thinks as he cups Eddie’s hip and licks into his mouth, finally free, finally alive.

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[soulwillower]

separate seas • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x plus size!reader)   

requested: Hi! Can I request another fic? I was thinking a Bill Denbrough x plus size reader were the reader was Bill’s next door neighbour who survived a Pennywise attack. When the Losers reunite Mike suggests to meet up with the reader because she wants to kill Pennywise the most. She now stutters (much like Bill did) and is very reclusive. It's not a full idea but I think you could write something great! Thanks!

warnings: swearing, fluff, poorly written, unedited

i was going to make it angsty but i just couldn't write it for some reason, im sorry  <3 i dont know how i feel about this, i’ve been trying to write for a while and have been discouraged /feeling bleh abt my writing but i truly hope u guys enjoy this!

[takes place during the events of chapter 2]

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bill was floored at the emotions that coursed through him at mike’s words. of course, he was already floored by the sheer amount of information and memories that had taken to his mind like a brick wall to the face - poorly - so why did this brick wall hit so much harder than the other? mike’s words ring in bill’s ears like a church bell.

y/n, we have to go see y/n.

the air of the jade orient becomes increasingly stale and bill has to wipe his face with his forearm. he remembers suddenly a book he’d written nearing ten years prior to this moment, titled the plague of dawn.  it makes him frown in confusion. why did he think of that?

the book wasn’t anything special, in fact it was one of his lowest-grossing novels, despite it being one of his own personal favorites. there was a protagonist who was investigating the death of a young boy, and a mysterious love interest - a woman who was bright but with a troubled past and, from what bill remembers writing, a curvy figure and stunning eyes.

odd to remember that in such a time, but he supposes everything has been odd tonight. but bottom line, it was nothing special. in fact, the novel had been very cheesy, but it had stuck with him in this moment for some unknown reason.

y/n.... bill remembers cloudy memories of a girl with bright eyes and laughter. he sees his house, next to it, a blue one; georgie, with a bright smile, running up to a girl who came out of the garage of the blue house to the left. she hugs him and his arms squeeze around her middle, his face half buried in her soft stomach. he remembers thinking she is beautiful. 

looking around, he sees that the others are slowly remembering her too, but he thinks briefly that they certainly have different memories.

“not that i don’t miss her, but… why y/n?” bev asks. the pieces were falling into place, it seemed, all at the same time in their own heads. “wait. didn’t she go to the hospital for-“ eddie starts rushed, but richie snaps a few times as he speaks up.

“oh, fuck. wait- It. It got her, right? and she survived?” richie says, fingers pressing on his head as he squints. he looks just as pained as bill feels when  memories of her - and of It - fill his senses.

your eyes. your laugh. your hair. your skin. your silhouette. the bedsheets bill would sometimes catch a glimpse of when he looked out his own window. much like the ones he wrote for the plague of dawn’s  - oh.

bill can’t help but drop his head into his palms in realization - had he written a character based off of a repressed memory of a childhood crush? christ.

“…she was bill’s neighbor.” ben adds, looking puzzled. everyone turns to look at bill, and he swallows. “y-uh, y-yeah. i r-remember.” and he does. "sh-she was attacked right at the beginning of the s-summer." it's silent. "she wants It dead more than anyone. we need her help." mike says, standing up.

and then twenty minutes later, bill finds himself on an unfamiliar porch step with five of his childhood friends, staring at an unopened door. why is he so fucking anxious to see her? will she remember him? will she care?

mike has to knock three times before the door opens, revealing a woman that makes bill's breath falter.

“h-holy shit.” the woman mutters, eyes flickering between everyone on her porch step. those eyes. bill would recognize them anywhere. she looks different than he remembers, but more than likely she’s matured just as much as him in the last twenty some years. she looks really good.

"y/n." mike says, giving her a tight-lipped smile. bill watches her, her face even and unrevealing. she doesn't try to hug anybody. there’s a long, staggering scar that pokes through the collar of her shirt, and yes, now bill knows for sure that this is his old neighbor, y/n. 

she seems to have the same eyes, the same face. he wonders briefly if she remembers him the way he remembers her.

“what’s g-going on?” she says, looking suspicious of the group in front of her, eyes flitting over everybody with little to no emotion. it feels like a cool breeze blows down the spine of everyone present. 

bill takes in her figure and swallows, shocked to be seeing her so suddenly. she catches his eyes and recognition flickers in the depths of her face, a small quirk of her lips betraying her menacing stare.

“caroling group.” richie deadpans, bringing everyone back down to the present as his hands are in his pockets and he’s rocking on his heels. bill barely spares a glance behind him to richie as he stares at y/n. does she have a stutter too? she didn’t always have it. the look on her face is mysterious and pained.

"we need your help." mike says, giving her a look. as bill watches her reaction, he can’t help but feel like the seven of them were all swimming in separate seas at the same time, being masked by a false sense of belonging. was this going to work? could they really do it? 

y/n seems to understand grimly, like she feels whatever this is too, as she takes in the faces of people she hadn't seen in years. but then she turns away, walking back into her house. bill blinks.

at first he thinks she's abandoning them, but then she waves her hand expectantly. she does actually invite them in, leaving bill to watch in curiosity as she leads them to a back room in her house, seemingly unwillingly. she seems determined, but not very excited. he doesn't blame her.

they all sit awkwardly as mike and y/n talk about the summer of '89.

"our wh-whole town was full of nightm-mares. not just It." y/n shrugs, the cloud of mystery and self-isolation wrapping her up and pulling her farther and farther out of bill's reach.

"b-bowers." bill says, noticing how y/n's eyes dart to ben's quickly. she and ben went through very similar situations with bowers and the memory of their fucked up childhood makes bill's head spin.

"th-that doesn't matter r-right now." y/n says dismissively, waving her hand. bill stares at the table as he remembers the the character he wrote in the plague of dawn - the love interest had been tormented relentlessly, particularly for her weight.

god, how awful is that? bill didn't even mean to, but he had essentially broadcasted y/n's life into a novel.

“y-you punched him, once.” bill blurts, a laugh escaping his lips. y/n looks at him and for the first time, she looks like her old self, smiling and happy. 

“y-yeah, i suppose i d-did, bill. he d-d-deserved it.” she says, smug look quickly retreating back to the wall of blank emotion. something stirs him on, “you got that r-right. it was inc-credible, that was th-the best thing i’d e-ever seen. i was o-obsessed with y-you.” 

its silent and bill realizes what he just said.  “well this is awkward.” richie says with a grin, nudging both ben and eddie’s sides. they just give him a look. y/n’s smirking at the table and bev is grinning at bill with a knowing look. 

"-we're going to kill It." mike says, voice wavering only slightly, breaking the tension. and just like that, the moment is over. bill shivers but he nods, looking over richie, to eddie, to bev, then ben, mike, and finally y/n.

"yeah, well. f-fighting I-It wasn't too easy, i'm sure you kn-know." y/n says shortly, her fingers ghosting over the scar on her chest. bill's stomach flutters with something between fear and admiration. he remembers - she doesn't have to say it. they're all remembering.

she had been outside in the ravine down the street by herself when pennywise had found her. bill remembers sirens, he remembers the blood as she stumbled across the street towards their houses. he remembers watching her get carried to the hospital and then riding silver down to the clubhouse to tell the others. he doesn't remember much else from that summer, just a whole lot of pain and fear. but he remembers not hearing her voice much, or seeing her nearly at all those days. he had missed her, but he'd never said anything.

the bubbly girl was not quite there anymore.

she speaks up and immediately pull bill's attention from his thoughts. "but this time, we're a-all going to b-be together. It is g-going to die."

after the conversation and getting y/n to agree (which wasn't very hard, she was very determined), bill was left with a bitter taste in his mouth and a pit in his stomach. it was weird being back in derry, and catching y/n's eye, he could tell she thought it was weird for them to be back too.

bill was exhausted and thought he might be sick, head swirling around with images of the jade of the orient, of stan, of pennywise, and georgie. he feels empty, and so he can’t help himself from asking y/n to come back and grab a drink at the townhouse.

he needs a distraction, or something. something. 

she had shaken her head, but instead taken him by the elbow and told him she had a full bottle of scotch in her cabinet. he was shocked to receive an invitation to stay longer at the reclusive y/n’s house, considering how withdrawn she’d been (understandably) this whole time, but he eagerly told the others he would see them back at the townhouse. he ignores richie when he makes lewd gestures through the window as they all leave.  

when they’re in her house alone, she places what is indeed a full bottle of unopened, aged scotch on her table unceremoniously as her hair shines in the lamplight and her clothes cling to her shape.

he tries not to linger his eyes on her body but can’t help to admire her curves and how soft her skin looks as she places a glass in front of him, pouring out three fingers, no rocks.

he doesn’t flinch, completely intending on finishing this glass and then some if he’s going to do this whole fucking thing.

"it’s from the t-trauma." she says and he blinks at her, confused. she smirks lightly, as if mocking herself. "the stutter." she elaborates, and he nods slowly. he understands that.

"m-mine came back wh-when i did." he explains. it’s quiet again and he watches as she pours her own glass. he’s slightly thrown off as he watches her move the bottle over to set it on top of a stack of paperback novels. he skims the stack, his eyes catching bold lettering: THE PLAGUE OF DAWN.

he almost laughs, but his stomach  coils tightly with something akin to embarrassment.

his body carries him to pick the book up, plopping back down after it's clutched in his hands. “d-did you read this?” he asks, looking at her with a raised brow.

she grins, not looking a single bit ashamed. “y-yeah, i did.”

well, fuck. 

“the m-main character, it’s…” he starts, unsure how to say it. but she never left, she never forgot anything - did she notice? 

she nods slowly, face flushing. “i’ve talked with mike long en-enough to know you didn’t remember me wh-when you w-wrote it. i just… i can’t help but n-notice…”

“it’s you, y/n. i d-didn’t- i don’t think i really kn-knew it then. wh-when i wrote it, i kn-knew i was writing about my ch-childhood, i just- i didn’t realize…i’m s-sorry.”

“i know.” she says simply and there it is again, the mysterious shroud that prevents bill from knowing y/n y/l/n fully. its awkward for a moment, and then : “did you at least l-like it?”

she cracks a grin as she sips on her scotch. she’s beautiful and it makes bill blush almost like he’s 13 again and completely unsure how to flirt with this woman.

“well, i don’t know. y-you killed me off, b-bill. wh-who kills off the l-love interest before they get any c-closure?” she says, lifting a brow. bill can’t help the sheepish grin nor the blush from creeping onto his face. 

"its f-fucked!" she adds. he can't help but huff a laugh, feeling eerily similar to how he used to feel when he was young. and he was okay with that.

“n-no it isn’t- i just, i- people l-loved it, okay.” he defends half-heartedly, knowing it to be untrue. she laughs openly at this, watching him as he thumbs through the pages of his own words, looking embarrassed.

“it’s so c-cute that you think that, b-bill.” she says coyly. he looks up from the book then, a grin of his own on his face as his cheeks dust pink. she’s pulling his leg. 

"you- er, i just c-can't believe th-this all happened." he mutters, scratching his head. she lifts a brow and it flusters him again so he tries to add on. "and i wish th-that i hadn't forgotten it. y-you, particularly." his words come out awkwardly and he feels like a dumbass.

“p-poetic, denbrough.” she grins, hands grabbing his shoulders gently. he grins at her, raising his hands to her shoulder and another to her waist, squeezing the soft skin. he shrugs, "what can i s-say, i-"

and then before he can add anything more, she closes the gap, leaning to press her lips against his. it's soft at first, as if being gentle after the black hole of trauma they are soon to reopen. 

it’s bold and shocking and surprising. 

but bill moves his lips against hers and they both come to life, kissing fiercely as the world stops around them. there's pain in the kiss, there's devastation, there's fear. but there’s also light, there's love. he feels it all as she kisses him.

when they pull apart, bill looks at her with wide eyes. "that was- unexpected." he says as she stares up at him. he can't tear his eyes away from her and she shrugs, staring back in shock,"i-i’m sorry." she says quickly, hands still holding her face. she stares up at him, "d-did i fuck it up, th-though?"

she looks like she already knows the answer but wants to hear him say it for himself.

he shakes his head, "d-don’t think so, y-y/n." he pulls her in for another kiss and she sighs into his mouth, holding him tightly.

 there’s still a looming sense of dread over their heads, staring down at them with its ugly impending danger. but he has her in his arms and he can’t believe it. 

and maybe, it'll be okay. maybe these separate seas aren’t too different. 

#bill denbrough x reader #losers x reader

[muschiettistrashmouth]

Richie was right - Bill Denbrough

Requested: Yes

Request:  thebeckyjolene said: Hello, there! I was wondering if I may request an It Chapter 2 imagine with Adult! Bill Denbrough where he sees the reader for the first time in 27 years and is completely fallen for her and the couple gets engaged after the 2nd battle with Pennywise ? * My name is Becky, by the way! I really love your blog! Please feel free to make any changes you see fit! *

Note: Hello, Becky! Thank you! so much for the love! I rewrote this because I wasn’t happy with what I was doing. I hope you like it ❤

Warnings: swear-words. I guess you can call me Richie haha

Y/N was nervous. Actually, she was so nervous she was sweating. It would take some time to get to Derry and the memories were coming at an alarming speed. She never felt that way, she never thought she could forget her friends. The Losers Club were her family and this was so unreal. 

"Miss?" The old lady sitting by her side on the bus asked seeing her so tense. "Is everything okay?"

Y/N took some time to answer her, a face appearing on her mind. It was a boy, he had light hair and blue eyes, the most beautiful smile she had ever seen in her whole life. 

"Yeah, I'm just nervous." She looked at the old lady smiling. "I'm going to see the love of my life."

"Oh, I remember when I saw my husband after being 7 years apart. He was dating a girl and I was his childhood friend." She remembered with a large smile on her face, it was actually calming the girl. "What happened is that he was in love with me and I was in love with him, so he ran away with me so we could get married." 

"Are you still together?" 

"Yes, yes! He's still the light of my life." They shared a smile. "How long do you know you love this person?"

"Since we were kids." Every memory she had about Bill was coming like a missile.

"And how long are you apart?" The sweet lady asked again.

"27 years." 

"Oh my goodness!" She put her hand in front of her mouth in shock. "But there's always time for love. It's the most powerful thing in the world. It could beat the devil." 

The devil... She remembered something evil like the devil from her childhood. It wasn't the devil himself, it was much worse, at least from a childish point of view. She remembered a clown looking at her. 

Suddenly, she saw herself on the ground, crawling away from the clown. His smile was huge and he was mocking her fear. 

"Is little Y/N scared?" A laugh. "Oh yeah she is, she thinks she will die."

Her breathing was getting uneven, her eyes were wide open and her back just hit the wall. 

"And you know what?" Another laugh, this time it was worse. Frightening. "She's right."

'Fuck, that's it. I'm going to die like this.' She thought. 'Because of a fucking clown."

The clown got closer and closer and when he was getting to her, Bill appeared, hitting him with some random iron and he fell right in front of her.

"Pennywise." The girl mumbled to herself.

"What?" The old lady was confused.

"Uh... His dogs name. Is Pennywise." She forced a smile on her lips before the other woman thinks she's crazy. But at this point she would think she was crazy too.

"Oh. It's a very unique name."

"Yes, it really is." Looking at the window, she saw the 'Welcome to Derry' sign. 

'Finally' she thought.

-

When she finally arrived at the Jade Of The Orient, she saw two people hugging right in front of it, they looked familiar.

"Excuse me." She just wanted to get into the restaurant to end all of this and go home. 

Even if she had good memories of her friends and wanted to see them so bad, she still was frightened to death. All she wanted to do was sleep until all of this would end.

"Y/N?" The woman said looking at her with a surprised face. 

"Bev?" 

'Of course it is Bev!'

"Yes! Oh my God!" They hugged each other. "You didn't change at all!"

"Hello, little one." The man said and you remembered Ben almost immediately.

"New Kid! Hi!" She was really happy to see her friends again.

"Wow. You three look amazing. What the hell happened to me?" Another voice came from behind her and she saw Richie looking at her.

"Rich!" She almost knocked him down when she hugged him.

"Hey shortie." He used the old nickname. "Uh, that just came back to me."

After awhile, the group entered the restaurant, it was kind of easy to get to the rest of the losers.

They exchanged hugs and talked a little. Stan was just like he used to be, same thing with mike.

As soon as Bill saw Y/N, his feelings all came back to him. He remembered how much he loved her and all the fear he used to hide from her because of it.

During the dinner, she looked at him for quite some time and Richie was getting mad at them. I mean, how could they like each other for so long and not do anything about it?

"Hey, shortie, can we talk a little bit?" Richie asked and got up. She didn't have a choice, so she followed him.

"What's up, Rich?" 

"You and Bill are getting on my nerves." He sighed.

"What do you mean?" 

"You two like each other since we were kids and you just stare at each other all the time, like, what the fuck are you doing?" 

"...What?" She frowned. "This isn't funny. I thought you knew how to make a joke."

"Darling, I can see that." Richie put his hand on her shoulder. " And I see a girl that loves her friend and needs to do something about it. I'm not gonna rest till you do something."

"It's not that easy."

"Why? He's right there. How is it difficult?" 

"He's married!" 

"Actually, he divorced some time ago." Richie said, not bothering to pretend he didn't googled his friend during the dinner.

"Oh"

"Yeah." The man laughed and hugged the girl. "You go, girl!"

"Beep beep, Richie."

- 

Pennywise was finally dead. All eight of you got out of the Neibolt house running like your lives depend on it. And it actually did depend on it.

Bill grabbed your hand while you were running so you could run faster and just when you got to the street, the house fall down and disappeared. It was as if it was never there.

"Fuck, that was close." Y/N looked at the now empty space where the house should be.

"Fuck" Bill said gasping.

The losers club decided to go to the barrens to clean up. Bev jumped first, then Y/N and then the boys joined them on the water.

They were all playing with the water like they did when they were kids. Eddie and Richie shared a passionate kiss, the one they wanted to share since Eddie saved Richie from Pennywise and confessed his love inside the cave. 

Bev and Ben kissed too, she finally saw that Ben was the one that wrote the poem for her and she was getting a divorce from that piece of crap that was her husband.

Bill swam to Y/N, he wanted to talk to her because they didn't exactly had the time to do so.

"So..." He started. Her smile got bigger.

"So"

"I have something to tell you and I really hope Eddie is right because if not I'm gonna get pissed with him and I'll be so embarrassed that I won't be able to look at you and..."

"Hey" She stopped the man, he was talking too fast. "Calm down, man. Everything's okay now."

"Okay, heh." He closed his eyes so he would'n see her disgusted face when he confessed. "I like you, Y/N. Since we were kids. And the thing is, I couldn't tell you this before because I was too afraid you were hate me, but Eds said you liked me too and I'm fucking scared right now, but if this second fight with Pennywise taught me something was that life is so fragile and I was so scared I was gonna lose you forever when he threw you on the wall that I..."

He just couldn't stop because Y/N kissed him. It turns out that Richie was right after all.

"I like you too, you idiot." She laughed at his shocked face.

"Fucking finally!" Richie shouted at them and they all laughed.

- 

It turns out that Beverly and Ben married and Bill asked Y/N to marry him on the wedding. She said yes, of course, and now they are living together.

Stan and Patty traveled to Argentina as soon as he got home.

Eddie got a divorce and he is currently living with Richie. Oh, and Richie started to write his own jokes now, many of them are about Eddie and the man says he hates it, but Richie can see him smiling when he tells his boyfriend the jokes.

Mike moved to Florida and started college, he finally had the life he wanted after all these years.

It's never late to start your life. Just go for it.

Love, be proud and have courage. We believe in you. We all do.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #it #it 2017

[seancekitsch]

Richie Tozier x Reader: 27 Years Later... Revamped!

You heard it here folks! I’ve updated my big Richie x Reader post to be more inclusive! The reader is now gender neutral instead of female, and I’ve mixed elements from the book and the new movie IT chapter 2! warning, i am a book purist so there are some plot elements from the book that do not occur in the movie! Enjoy!

-Growing up, you had always been Stan’s. You’d be each other’s go-to people, sometimes even closer than Richie and Eddie. He had been your perfect Boy Scout crush growing up, and after the first encounter with IT, he decided he couldn’t dance around his feelings any longer and asked you out.

-You always felt like the loser on the “outside”, you were at all group hang outs and meetings but you didn’t really hang out with anyone but Stan besides the occasional sleepover with Bev, but after Stan’s bar mitzvah that changed. Richie was the only loser to attend (besides you) and that meant a great deal to you. Despite how Stan used to get annoyed at Richie’s jokes, you always made sure to go out of your way to include him and befriend him after that day.

-Even though the losers drifted during high school, you remained Stan’s partner and Richie’s best friend besides Eddie. You had a lot more in common with Richie than you had originally thought because both of you essentially had to raise yourselves. Stan found a new found respect for the fellow loser over this connection you had.

-Stan was your first everything, from kisses to heartbreak. Yes, heartbreak. You broke up the summer before college. You were going out to California for school on an honours program and he was going to a university in Georgia with his twin sister. It was practical but it didn’t mean it didn’t sting either of you. You had promised to remain on good terms, however.

-Despite him moving on in Georgia, you never really did. He after college quickly married a woman named Patricia and settled in Atlanta. You met back up with Richie after graduation, and moved into a townhouse with him in Beverly Hills. Despite dating around, you never had much luck, probably thanks to your loud tall housemate.

-You and Richie actually flew out to Stan’s wedding, and while your first love was gone, there were no ill feelings from either of you. You shared a dance with him at the reception and told him how much you approved of his new wife. It meant a lot to him.

-After the wedding, you start to drift from Stan. Soon you don’t hear from each other at all. Richie was the only loser left for you.

-As much as he hated to say it, Richie saw this as his opportunity. You see, he had cared about you since the bar mitzvah. He knew there was someone he loved, but he couldn’t remember who. He guessed because he remembered you so vividly and nothing else, it had to be you. He was respectful of Stan and you, so he had never said anything and kept his distance. With Stan married, and Richie as your roommate (and secretly ruining most of your dates, whether he meant to or not) you were free, and he could hope you’d somehow feel the same.

-You and Richie live it up in Beverly Hills, networking and working side by side; going to celebrity parties and drinking with the big wigs.

-You’ve been tipsy and kissed at these parties, always to fend off unwanted company. It became the perfect cover and a casual display of affection for your closest friend. Despite it being a defence, you once kissed in a taxi after leaving one of these parties. It was a deep and long kiss, and there was no audience for it to be necessary, but it was never spoke of again.

-You became a writer on a semi popular TV series and Richie became a stand up comedian. While you hadn’t gone to school for writing, Richie had encouraged you to go for the job. You had always been good at writing, even minoring in it during college. He helped you prepare and edit scripts. He would even act out scenes in his famous impressions.

-Things were going so well, until one day Mike Hanlon calls. At first, you don’t even remember him until he calls you your old childhood nickname. You have to go back to Derry. IT is back.

-The plane ride is long, and both you and Richie decide to knock a few back in the airport bar and sleep it off on the flight. When you wake up at landing, your head is in the hollow of where his neck and shoulder meet and his arm is around you. Your hands are interlaced. Sure, the two of you had shared beds on road trips and when you’d travel for job auditions, but you had never really snuggled like this. You’re both blushing messes when you get to baggage claim.

-When you finally get back in town, you head straight to the Chinese restaurant in town in the car Richie rents. You recognise everyone immediately, embracing each of them with warmth and love... except for Stan who is nowhere to be seen. Mike assures you that he had contacted him.

-Despite his absence, you all enjoy dinner. You notice Bev and Bill still carry torches for one another after all these years. Ben looks amazing and seems very successful. Mike is even wiser than he was when you were all young. Eddie is still just as hyper and fun to talk to.

-After the meal, you all head off from the restaurant to talk strategy. On the walk out of the building, Bev pulls you back to walk and talk with her. It’s as if nothing has changed and you’re having a sleepover again. She specifically asks if you and Richie are a couple. When you deny this, she laughs and says that’s insane because of how you seem so in love with one another.

-You’d never say it, but you had imagined a life with Richie before. You can’t really be roommates with someone you have such a bond with without thinking of these things. But late at night when you can’t sleep you think about how nice it would be to have his arms around you, pressed into his lean and warm chest. There have been times when he’s brought people back, and he has a type in the people he brings home. A lot of them either share your name, or Eddie’s. You realize this isn’t a coincidence that you’d hear him calling out these names. Tozier sounded like a nice title to gain. It would be fun to see his last name, even hyphenated, on yours in any of your writing credits. But you’re snapped out of your thoughts the second Bev gets through on the line she’s trying to reach Stan at.

-Patricia was on the line; she said Stan had slit his wrists in the bathtub just an hour earlier. IT had been written on the wall in his blood. This makes your blood run cold. You can’t even react for a good five minutes even though everyone is watching you very carefully.

-The day you had all made that blood pact, Stan had made an off handed joke about slitting your wrists instead of just your hands. It had made you uncomfortable then, but scares the shit out of you now.

-When you finally do react, it’s like your whole world crumbles. You think you might be screaming, you know you’re definitely crying. You don’t even realize you’ve fled past all of the other losers cars until Richie’s arms are around you and he’s pressing you close to him on the curb.

-He let’s you scream it out, let’s you dig your nails into his skin until he bleeds, let’s you soak his nice dress shirt with tears and spit. Anything to comfort you and be close to you. This is the most thankful you’ve ever been for Richard Tozier.

-When you’ve stopped crying, there’s a newfound hate in your heart. You’re going to kill IT and it’s never going to hurt anyone ever again. You vow to avenge Stanley Uris. The group can’t disagree, even though half of them want to run. You all vow that before tomorrow is over, the clown will die.

-Richie and Eddie tell you how much they want to leave, and they try to get you to leave as well. But between your need for vengeance and Bill and Mike’s ranting about a strategy to kill IT, they don’t end up leaving town. That night, you can’t sleep. You aren’t sure how, maybe it’s a trick of IT’s illusions, but somehow you end up in Richie’s bed. It’s restless and you’re both terrified, but you cling together in solidarity and something stronger than lifelong friendship. But by the time he wakes you’re gone already, looking for your token to burn.

-You find it in the clubhouse, hidden behind one of the wooden boards nailed to the floor. It’s the little paper program from Stan’s bar mitzvah. An important day that quite literally changed your whole life.

-Upon returning to the townhouse, you find It nearly empty, with Eddie patching up a hole in his face. He’s mumbling something about the library while he’s finishing sanitizing his wound, so that’s where the two of you head when he’s done.

-Richie is shaken after killing Bowers, and now it’s your turn to comfort him. He shakes as you slip your arm around his, guiding him as he walks. Your other hand squeezes his bicep every few minutes to remind him to breathe. You’re here, and you’ve got him. It helps.

-Returning to Neibolt fills you with all of the memories you’d struggled to remember the day before. All of the fear and isolation of your childhood filled you so completely that you thought you could be sick. But you enter anyway, nausea and all.

-seeing IT take the form of Stan’s body is what does it for you though. You’re doubled over vomiting and crying, your hands sting against the broken glass and splinters on the floor. You’re only half aware of the chaos going around you until Richie kicks what you can only describe as a spider with Stan’s head and razor sharp teeth away from you. And then everything is so horrifyingly clear. This is only the beginning; it will get worse. When the head spider attacks Richie, you try to pull it off of him, but you aren’t strong enough. It’s up to Eddie, but Eddie is frozen.

-Down in the sewers is even worse. The fight takes a larger toll on all of you than expected. Eddie finally abandons all of the fear he cling to his entire life and charged head first into the fight, only to be stabbed through the torso and not get back up. You’re bloodied by one of IT’s claws, your wrist probably broken and one of your legs is in agony, so much so that you have to fight to stand while dodging the giant spider monster in it’s true form. All of you are injured in some way but team work weakens the creature.

-ripping out IT’s heart and destroying it should have been the end of all of the horror, and at first you think it is. You’re all relieved, until you notice Eddie hasn’t gotten up. Eddie and Richie had always had a special bond. You knew this better than anyone. He was the first one to Eddie’s side and held him as he tried to get him to respond.

-Eddie Kaspbrak is dead, and you can feel Richie’s heart breaking beside you. You hold his hand as he goes, and the rest of the losers hold each other. Richie presses a long kiss to his face, finally allowing tears to fall for the first time in the lifetime you’ve known him. It hurts even more knowing you can’t carry his body out of this place.

-As you leave the sewers, something changes. It’s as if the curse on you all has finally been lifted. You know you all have to go back to real life and finally live without fear, but fear is all any of you have ever known. The water of the quarry is healing to all of you, in the physical case of soothing aching muscles, and spiritually. It’s a rebirth.

-Richie cries again in the water, and you all come together to hold him. Under the water you feel a hand grasp yours, and you don’t even have to open your eyes to know that it’s Richies hand.

-Much to yours, and i think everyone’s surprise, Bev leaves with Ben. You could have sworn you heard her going at it with Bill the other night. Bill stays in town another week to recover before leaving and starting to work on his next novel. Mike resumes his life without the burden of watching Derry for ITs return, even more wise than he ever had been. You and Richie were another story.

-The second he saw you bleed in the sewer, he had gone berserk. Nothing else had mattered in that moment but destroying the thing that hurt you and Eddie. He knew after that he couldn’t ignore his feelings any longer. If his past love was gone, he had to pursue his future.

-He is uncharacteristically quiet on the way to the airport, and without speaking you know why. You’re all each other has now.

-He parks, gets out, walks around and opens the car door for you. Before you can reach for your suitcase, he reaches for you. The kiss is sobering yet intoxicating all at the same time. His hands rake through your hair and your arms rise up and wrap around his neck. The only reason to stop is the lack of oxygen that leaves you both dizzy. For once in your life, neither of you need to talk to be heard.

-The flight home feels weightless. You’re joking and lighthearted and giddy. If you weren’t as clear minded you could have sworn there was music in the air.

-When you arrive home, you decide to convert one of your bedrooms into a guest room. Stan’s letter to you both is framed in the living room. For once, you fall asleep peacefully. You fall asleep next to your best friend, your soulmate.

——————

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[willelbyers]

Osculate

(read it on ao3 here)

If Richie looks on the bright side, eighty-six percent of his original friend group is intact. Six out of seven.

If Richie thinks about that too hard, fourteen percent starts to sound like a whole lot, especially considering it could increase any second.

He flops onto the bed instead, tracing the seams until he finds a loose thread. Maybe, if he pulls it hard enough, the whole blanket will unravel, and then he’ll have to spend the whole night fixing it, and then he can focus on each individual pattern sewn into the cloth, and he won’t have to think about—

A knock on his door startles him out of his thoughts, and he sits up. “Yeah?” he calls, hating how his voice shakes, because god forbid this is another trick from the stupid clown.

“Richie?” the voice answers, and Richie blows out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He crosses the room in three long strides and yanks the door open. Eddie is standing there, hand still raised, fingers curled into a fist, and Richie can’t help but grin. Just a little. “Hey, Eddie. Couldn’t sleep?”

He moves aside and Eddie takes a few slow steps into his room. “Yeah,” he says as Richie closes the door behind them. “You, too?”

Richie shakes his head, stalking back across the room and plopping down on the edge of the bed. “Nah.” There isn’t even a joke he could crack that would make Eddie smile right now, and that thought hits him like he’s been punched. He stares up at Eddie, who’s still standing, shifting from foot to foot as if he’s uncomfortable being here. He can’t help but snort a little.

Eddie hears him, of course, and instantly fixes him with a hard stare. “What?”

For a minute, the Eddie of twenty-seven years ago flashes before him—same sharp words, soft eyes, tight jaw. “Sit down, Eds,” he says, patting the bed next to him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say Eddie has a flush to his cheeks. Nevertheless, Eddie shuffles forward and sits, leaving several inches of space between them.

This morning, Richie had no way of remembering, but now he can recall autumn nights spent climbing the side of Eddie’s house and into his window, spring days at the quarry. Sometimes Eddie would call him gross and scoot away from him, probably because of all the dirt and grime he dragged himself through. Usually, though, the concept of “personal space” had been left long forgotten.

He supposes twenty-seven years is enough time to rebuild those boundaries, but maybe—just maybe—one night can bring back over a decade of friendship.

“Come on, Eds, I don’t have the plague.” He pats the gap on the blanket that sits between them again. “How am I supposed to talk to you if you’re all the away over there?”

“I’m a foot away from you, Rich,” Eddie huffs, but he slides over anyway. “And I’m not still twelve, you know, you don’t have to keep calling me that.”

“Yeah. I know.”

After a beat, Eddie must realize that the silence pouring off of Richie in waves isn’t exactly normal. “I, uh.” He stumbles over himself, and Richie is about to say something to save him from embarrassment, but Eddie just sighs, tilting his head to peer at him. “Richie,” he says, and coming from him it sounds less like a name and more like a prayer. He scoots even closer, leaning his head onto Richie’s shoulder. “I missed you.”

Richie’s mouth goes dry, because earlier in the evening he’d had very low expectations for this trip. Die, like Stan, probably. Not this—not Eddie, his skin warm and pulse steady. “I missed you, too.”

Richie can feel Eddie’s eyelashes against his collarbone as he buries his face into his neck. “What do you think is gonna happen?”

“I don’t know.” It’s a lie—Richie knows, somehow, that something terrible will happen. It isn’t that he’s just worried, or scared. He knows. But he won’t tell Eddie that.

Eddie doesn’t reply for what feels like hours, and Richie thinks he may just have fallen asleep. As soon as that idea crosses his mind, however, Eddie lifts his head and reaches out. His hands come up to the junction of Richie’s neck and jaw, his head tilting forward until their foreheads are pressed together, and Richie’s breath stutters, glasses slipping down his nose.

“I don’t want to lose you again,” Eddie says, his breath coming in puffs against Richie’s face, and now more than ever there’s an ache in Richie’s chest that longs for the past, for better days, for childhood, for Stan, for Eddie—even though Richie knows that their childhood wasn’t all that great, and that he had been so eager to grow up. Despite that… anything is better than this. Anything. It has to be.

You won’t, Richie wants to say, but that’s a lie too because really, who knows?

XXX

(“Rich,” Eddie chokes out, and Richie feels the telltale burn of tears behind his eyes as he hunches over Eddie’s sprawled out body. “Richie.”

“Yeah, Eds,” Richie replies, trying to keep his voice steady, because fuck there’s so much blood but Eddie’s looking up at him and—

Eddie sucks in a rattling breath, reminding Richie so much of his fake asthma attacks when they were kids. When they were kids. “Richie,” he says again. “Don-n’t want to lose you.”

Richie’s throat is closing up, like he’s having an allergic reaction, pure fear filling every nerve. Pennywise’s tricks have never made him feel like this. Not even close. Maybe this is how Eddie always feels—felt, when they were younger. “I know,” he says. “I don’t—I can’t…”

Eddie’s fingers are bloody when he lifts them, and his hand is shaking so badly he accidentally gets red fingerprints on Richie’s glasses before he finally fits his palm against Richie’s cheek. “Richie.” It’s barely a whisper.

There’s a surge of desperation and anger that reaches all the way through Richie’s body. “Eddie, dammit,” he growls, and as gently as he can to avoid jarring Eddie, hoists him up. He’s mostly unsuccessful—Richie isn’t particularly strong, and Eddie is quite a bit taller than when they’d last seen each other—and he and Eddie essentially wind up in the sloppiest, bloodiest hug in all existence. “Dammit, you’re not dying.”

He feels Eddie’s ribcage expand rapidly and then compress. He’s laughing.

Richie lets Eddie sit back slightly, so he can see his face. His white teeth stand out against his grimy face, and Richie feels a hand still on the side of his neck. He’s still laughing, the motherfucker. “Eds, what—?”

“Don’t c-call me Eds,” Eddie rasps, and his fingers seem to relax against Richie’s skin.

“No, no, Eds, Eddie…” Richie frantically covers Eddie’s fingers on his face with his own, letting his other hand press to Eddie’s jaw. “Eddie.”

Eddie isn’t giggling like a dumbass anymore, but there’s a soft smile on his face. The same smile he always used to wear when Richie said something stupid, or did something stupid, or was stupid. “You know,” he says, and Richie can feel his breath coming in short bursts against his face. “I…”

His head tips forward, coming to rest against Richie’s own forehead, his dark hair matted down enough so that Richie can feel its itch on his face. His skin is is clammy but he’s still warm, come on Eddie come on.

Eddie’s eyes are open, staring at him, his lips apart, and Richie tries to count how many shallow breaths he’s still taking. Even as Eddie’s fingers slowly slacken against Richie’s face, Richie’s fingers scrabble for purchase against Eddie’s, trying to bring him closer, closer.

By the time Bill’s hand lands on his shoulder, Richie realizes that he’s kept mumbling numbers long after there was anything to count.)

XXX

“You couldn’t have known,” Beverly says, quietly, as though raising her voice at all might break him.

He’s not sure that’s entirely wrong.

“But I could have—I should’ve—”

“Richie.” Bev is kind, and warm, and soft, and she isn’t Eddie. “Richie, please.”

He’s shaking, harder than he ever thought was possible. It’s like he’ll never be warm again; it doesn’t matter that Bev is rubbing his arms up and down, bringing heat to his skin through friction. “He died, Bev, and I did nothing. I killed him.”

“No,” she says, almost desperately now, and she lurches forward to cup his face. “No, Richie, you didn’t. You didn’t.”

“I told him—I told him,” Richie gasps, and he feels like he’s drowning, “that he was braver than he thought. And he listened, the dumbass, and got himself killed for me. He died for me. And we just left him there.”

Beverly opens her mouth, then closes it, rubbing a hand across her jaw. There is regret in her eyes.

“I love him,” Richie says, and it’s less like ripping off a band-aid and more like tearing out his own heart. “Loved him.” It’s been two years, and he still can’t bear to change tenses. Can’t do it without making himself.

Bev falls silent for a moment, and the sound of Ben soothing baby Eli downstairs drifts up to the room. She sighs, falling forward just enough until her forehead touches his, her hair falling into his eyes. “I know.”

The red curtain hides his face from the outside world, but now she’s behind it with him. He knows she can see the tears in his eyes, only magnified by his glasses. “I’m sorry, Bev,” he says.

“No,” she says firmly. “I am. You have no reason to be.”

He pulls back so he can take his glasses off; rubs his eyes. “It’s been enough time. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t cry whenever I come over here, unless it’s to be happy about Elizabeth.”

There’s a fond, sad look on her face. Richie didn’t think it was possible to see those at the same time. “It’s okay to be sad, you know. Broken, even. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. You can be happy about some things while still being devastated.” And Richie knows it isn’t fair to be mad at her. But she has Ben, and she has a child, and she has a life that Eddie never did. It’s easy for her to be happy in spite of her misery. It isn’t for him—he hasn’t felt happy in ages.

Richie feels a tear escape, sliding down his cheek. “I don’t want to be sad anymore,” he admits. “I wish we’d just forgotten, like the first time.”

“But then you wouldn’t know him at all,” Beverly says, and Richie thinks: I wish I didn’t.

#it #reddie #it 2019 #not st #fanfic

[wejnersoldier]

richie never thought he’d be the first to leave

AO3

paring: reddie

prompt: the losers have started leaving and now it's richie's turn

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richie never thought he'd be the first one to leave.

the first one to leave out of him and eddie, anyways.

beverly was the first one to leave, for obvious reasons. richie really was happy for her, she deserved to get out of this shit hole of a town, and away from her father. she'd left quickly after the It ordeal, hugging them all, promising to call whenever she could. she couldn't live without her losers, she claimed.

she never called.

it had been a month.

richie didn't know what he had expected.

the second to leave was bill. he wasn't exactly surprised, the boy's parents were heartbroken over the death of their youngest son, and decided that they needed a fresh start. richie felt sick when he realized that they never once thought of their eldest son getting a fresh start, but didn't feel like mentioning it to bill, who was already upset over the whole thing. for once, richie kept his mouth shut.

bill promised to call.

he never called.

now, it was richie's turn to leave, spending the entire day packing all of his things into boxes, promising his mom to throw some stuff away, but not doing so. packing was distracting him from the fact that he was leaving his friends, stopping him from wondering if he was going to be just like beverly and bill, and never talk to them again.

richie didn't think he could ever survive without talking to eddie.

eddie kaspbrak, the one person richie didn't want to think about the most while packing away his childhood, getting ready to throw it into a truck and move away forever. eddie was a little shit, but so was he, never knowing when to keep his mouth shut always ticked off the smaller boy, but it was cute, and there was never any real anger behind it.

richie stopped packing, sitting down on his bed. he needed to see eddie before he left. he knew he'd see him with the others, they'd all agreed to come and wave him goodbye as he drove away, vaguely remembering himself say he wanted to make a dramatic exit. "i expect crying, eds." he'd said, before eddie hit him for calling him that.

he knew he'd see eddie. but this was different, he didn't want the others to be there, he just needed to see him alone. eddie was his closest friend. he deserved his own goodbye, and richie refused any other thought that meant he was going to see eddie for another reason.

the bike ride wasn't long, getting out of his house was harder, his mom yelling at him to go back to his room and pack, but he didn't listen. richie didn't even bother to knock on the door, knowing mrs kaspbrak wouldn't let him in, she never did, instinctively going around to the side of the house, dropping his bike on the floor.

he looked around, before picking up a small stone, one that hopefully wouldn't break eddie's window, before throwing it and waiting.

eddie had locked himself in his room every time he'd come home since after the gazebo's thing. one, out of embarrassment, how could he forget the word placebo? two, he didn't want to see his mother. three, he was sulking.

he dismissed the third one of ever being true, he had nothing to sulk about. he was upset beverly never called him, but they weren't that close, he understood. he was upset bill never called him, they were a lot closer, eddie would say that he was his best friend.

his best friend, after richie, of course.

richie tozier, the one person eddie didn't want to think about while laying on his bed, looking up the ceiling, hoping that if he waited long enough, everything would just be okay again. richie tozier, his best friend, leaving derry tomorrow.

eddie hadn't thought about it properly until now. he hadn't really thought about any of them leaving, he knew beverly would leave before she even said it, that one was inevitable, and he figured the same went for bill on some level.

but richie? eddie didn't know if he could last not talking to richie for longer than a day.

sure, richie annoyed the hell out of him, never letting up with calling him 'eds' or 'eddie spaghetti', always managing to get a rise out of him with jokes about his mom. he secretly loved them, though.

the nicknames. the jokes about his mom were pushing it.

before he could start thinking about life without richie, how he would cope with his mom without the other boy there, who he would talk to about stuff only richie knew about, there was a tap at his window.

richie climbed up the train pipe with ease, he'd done this enough times, he knew what he was doing by now, slipping himself through eddie's window, opened a few seconds after he threw the stone, eddie's cute face poking out and smiling at him.

he tried not to think too much about thinking he was cute.

one he was through the window, he adjusted his classes, grinning widely at eddie, who had sat back down on his bed, giving him an almost identical smile.

"hey there, eds. whatcha up to?" richie asked, dropping down on eddie's bed next to him, bouncing slightly when he did, knocking against eddie a few times.

"don't call me eds." eddie mumbled, looking away from richie, his grin being replaced by a frown. richie frowned too when he saw, the nickname never effected eddie that much, he wondered if he actually did something wrong this time.

eddie didn't know when the next time he'd hear richie call him eds. probably tomorrow, but after that, he didn't know. he hated that thought.

eddie looked at richie after a few seconds, who was frowning now, and his stomach dropped, realizing that the boy must've thought it was something he said.

"i'm gonna miss you, rich." eddie said softly, before looking away, not wanting to see the look on richie's face after he'd said it. it was true though, eddie would miss him, so much more than he'd ever miss anyone or ever had. richie was a constant in his life, his anchor, his best friend.

eddie loved him.

richie wasn't the most emotional person. eddie was, he knew that, he didn't know why he'd expected the boy not to react to him leaving. he just figured he wouldn't be missed, that all of his teasing wasn't seen as friendly, just annoying, finally it being over and eddie would be happier without him. richie adjusted his glasses, something he'd been doing around eddie a lot, before putting an arm over his shoulder.

"don't ya worry now, eds." richie said, waiting for a second, waiting for eddie to hit him or frown even more at the use of the nickname, but instead, all richie saw was a small smile. "i'll call you everyday. don't know what i'd do without hearing your voice everyday."

"don't call me eds." eddie said, turning his head towards richie, mentally begging himself not to think about how close they were, his small smile growing, and richie knew that he secretly loved the nickname.

richie left after a few hours. they didn't do much, just talked. talked about their friends, talked about their plans, talked about what school richie would go to, talked about eddie's mom. they talked about everything.

almost everything.

richie's mom gave him one hell of a lecture when he got home, he never thought he'd hear the end of it. eventually she let him go, ordering him to finish packing, and he did.

the next morning, the remaining losers turned up to say goodbye to him, and they let richie make a big goodbye speech, not one complaint, not even from stanley. he made them promise to all hug and cry as he drove away, and that if he didn't seeing them do at least one of those in the mirror, he would jump out and run back, and make them do it.

part of eddie wanted to go against him just so he'd come back. he was already starting to cry though, his eyes watering as richie gave each of the boys a hug, leaving him for last.

richie hugged stanley a little longer than the others, whispering a thank you to him for always being there for him, stanley doing the same thing. to anyone watching, it would seem as if stan hated richie, but, he didn't. next to eddie, stanley was richie's best friend

no one could beat eddie, though.

eddie was the last person richie said goodbye to. it was hard, he hadn't worked himself up to it quite enough, but he hugged him tighter and longer than he did with anyone else. stan gave him a sympathetic smile when he pulled away.

richie promised eddie he'd call him, whispering it into his shoulder, feeling eddie nod slightly before he pulled away, wanting nothing more than to wipe away the tears that had starting running down the boys cheeks.

eddie had ran straight home after the car richie was in disappeared, locking himself away. for some reason, he couldn't cry now, despite having already started not so long ago. richie was gone, he was never coming back, and eddie felt sick.

it had been three months since richie left. it was eddie's turn now, helping his mom pack away the kitchen, taking down the picture hanging up on the wall next to the phone.

eddie had spent three months staring at the phone.

richie never called.

#it #it (2017) #it chapter two #it chapter two spoilers #it chap 2 spoilers #reddie #reddie fic #reddie spoilers #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stanley uris #stenbrough #benverly #it spoilers #it 2 spoilers #angst #angst with no happy ending #im so sorry #no happy ending #this is kinda sad #idk what else to tag #reddie angst

[rozemieke]

Here you have a new story I wrote! Steddie this time because I love them and it's a cute ship. Its the longest fanfic I've ever posted on here and tumblr almost didn't let me.

Have some soft, traumatised kids being gay and comforting each other.

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Stanley was tired. It was 4am, they were having a sleepover at Beverlys house, and they had decided to watch Greace again. Not that he had anything against that movie, he just wanted to go to sleep.

The reason he wasn't though was because he didn't want to be left out of the soft conversations the others were having and how they all looked so at ease.

And he didn't want to lay in a room alone. In the dark.

Since IT happened Stanley felt anxious, way more anxious then before, he couldn't sleep, he always felt like something was watching him, and he felt like he was never going to feel like he was safe ever again.

He didn't want to spend his time in the dark ever again. That's why he was waiting for the others to come with him.

He didn't wanted to feel alone.

The sewers, the cold, the dirt, the dirty water, the clown-

It was all too much.

Even now, even when it was three years ago, even when they killed IT, even when the problem about kids disappearing stopped.

He still couldn't forget it. He would never be able to forget. His nightmares would always be about the face of the clown pressed over his, the sharp feeling of his teeth, the dead lights, no friends around, the feeling of being lost and alone in the sewers, no one to safe him. That feeling would always haunt him forever.

And Stanley knew that. He knew that he could never be carefree again.

He also knew that if he'd go to sleep right now he'd wake up with a terrible nightmare.

The losers never talked about what happened. Not anymore. They did three years ago, when it just happened and they were all scared and tired and traumatised. They talked about what happened so much, and it helped. Back then it helped. But now they didn't really talk about it anymore and Stanley didn't wanted to be the one bringing back everyones traumas.

He knew that Bill still had nightmares about Georgie because Bill told him that a while ago. He also knew that Eddie was still scared of his mother, no matter what he did to try and prove he wasn't.

Stanley also knew that Richie was scared of himself more then anything else. He knew that because they used to talk about it.

He knew that Beverlys only real fear would always be her dad, no matter what she did. No matter how much she tried to get over the thoughts.

Stanley knew that Ben would always be uncomfortable in his own body and would always feel like he was rejected and not good enough. He saw the sad look in Bens eyes, even when he tried to hide it with a smile.

He knew that Mike would always hate himself for being who he was. Stanley knew that Mike would always feel like a disappointment to his family. And so many others.

And he hated it. Stanley hated how the clown had ruined his friends. How IT had ruined them.

They weren't fine. No matter what they said. They weren't doing okay, not even after all this time. They weren't the good kids. They weren't the heroes. They didn't win.

They were broken faces behind smiles. Broken hearts behind jokes. Scared kids behind fake laughter.

The things Stanley would give to turn back time and not go into the sewers. The things he'd do to just have a normal summer. Back then, when everything was still okay.

Back then, when they gave their childhood away to a creature that took even more then it was given.

Stan yawned, he tried to focus on the movie and not on the thoughts in his head. He was pressed on a couch with Bill and Mike, Bill had fallen asleep with his head on Mikes shoulder, cuddled up next to him, and Mike was enjoying the contact with a soft smile on his lips, so now and then glancing at Bill to see if he was still asleep.

"I think I'm gonna go to sleep." Eddie said, getting up from his comfy chair. Stan smiled, happy that he could finally go to sleep without needing to be alone in a dark room.

"I'm comming with you, I'm tired." He said as he got op from the couch.

"I'm also going to sleep." Ben said, yawned and stretched as he got up.

Beverly and Richie decided to finish the movie first, and Mike couldn't really move caus he didn't want to wake up Bill.

The three boys made it upstairs to Beverlys room, where they had putted their sleeping bags. "I'm gonna brush my teeth real quick." Eddie said, taking his toothbrush out of his backback. Ben didn't answer, the moment he lay down he was asleep, snoring softly. Stanley couldn't help but smile at the sight of Ben all curled up in his sleeping bag.

He made his way to the bathroom together with Eddie to get ready for bed.

They were getting ready in silence, not talking to each other, to tired to really do that, until Eddie suddenly sat down on the floor.

"Stanley?" He asked. Stan looked at Eddie. "Yeah?"

Eddie sighed. He was looking at his feet, avoiding the curious look Stanley gave him.

"What's wrong Eddie?" Stanley asked. He had known the boy for long enough to know when something was wrong.

"I don't know. I don't know what's wrong with me I just feel like I'm missing something and I can't remember what it is and I always feel like there's something judging or watching me."

Eddie was talking even faster then he usually did. But Stanley had spent his whole life with Eddie. He had somehow learned how to understand every word the boy said, even when he was talking super fast. Stanley always understood.

He sighed and sat down next to him.

"Me too Eddie. You're not alone. I think all of us feel like that."

Eddie looked at Stanley, a broken expression on his face.

"It's because everything that happened. Back then. I just can't forget it. It's always in the back of my mind, ready to pop up at random moments to scare me all over again."

Eddie looked so scared. So small, so scared, so broken.

Stanley gulped. "I know. I feel like that too, it's scary. I'm scared. We're all scared. I'm scared all the time." He scooted closer to Eddie and wrapped his arms around him, letting the smaller boy melt under his touch.

"I didn't want to bring in up again. I didn't wanted to do that. I-" Eddie didn't finish his sentence, he just pressed his face against Stanleys chest and tried to hold back his tears. His hands on Stanleys back, gripping the fabric of Stanleys shirt because he needed something to hold on to.

"It's okay Eddie. I'm here. You can cry, there's nothing wrong with crying if you have to. I'm here."

Stan softly said, rubbing small circles on Eddies back with his hand to calm him down.

"I'll ruin your shirt with my tears if I cry." Eddie said with a little smile. Stanley chuckled. "Do you really think I care more about my shirt then I care about you?"

Eddie shrugged. "Do you think I'll ever be not scared anymore?" Eddie whispered, tears rolling over his cheeks.

Stanley didn't know how to answer. He didn't know if he would ever know the answer.

So he didn't. He didn't answer. He just held Eddie close to him, one hand on his back and the other in the smaller boys hair, playing with his curls.

"We should go to bed." Eddie said, his voice sounded tired and hoarse.

Stanley didn't know how long they had been sitting on the floor, he didn't know how long Eddie had cried, he didn't know how much time had passed.

"Yeah. We should." Stanley said. But they both didn't move. They didn't wanted to. If they moved this moment would be over. And they both knew that they didn't wanted it to be.

"Stanley?" Eddie asked, moving a little so he could look Stanley in the eyes, but didn't have to let go of him yet.

"Yeah?" Stanley said, looking into Eddies brown, teary eyes.

"Thank you."

Stanley smiled. "It's okay, you don't have to thank me." He almost whispered.

Eddie broke the eye contact by looking at the floor, a small blush on his cheeks.

"I don't want to be so scared all the time Stan. I'm tired of feeling that way." Eddie said, burying his face in the place between Stanleys neck and shouldes.

Stanley let out a small breath he didn't know he had been holding in.

They were so close. So comfortable. Eddie felt so small in his arms. He could hear Eddies heartbeat and feel the warmth of his body that was so close.

The smaller boy in his lap, chests pressed so close to each other, hands on each others backs, both not wanting to move, and at that moment Stan felt like he maybe could handle it all. Maybe he could be brave for the boy he loved so much. Maybe he could hold him forever.

Not that Eddie knew how much he meant to Stanley. Not that Stanley would ever have the gutts to tell him. He would give anything for Eddie to be happy, even when it was breaking his own heart.

"We don't have to be scared forever. We have each other. I'll be here. You'll be here. We'll manage. The others are there to. They'll manage. We'll do this together. For ever losers together, right?" Stanley asked. Eddie nodded. "Yeah. Losers forever. But sometimes I'm tired of being a loser. "

"Yeah, me too. Sometimes I think it would be nice to not be a loser for once."

Eddie sighed. Eddies breath on Stanleys neck made goosebumps appear on his body. So close. So close. So close.

Suddenly there was a soft knock on the bathroom door.

"Eddie? Stanley? Are you in here? We're going to sleep too, Mike and Bill fell asleep on the couch so they'll stay there."

"Yeah we're in here. Just a minute Bev." Stan answered.

Eddie looked at him. Big brown eyes, looking at Stanley like he was the only thing that mattered right now.

And to Eddie he was. He was the most beautiful, caring, soft boy he knew. Always there. Always so strong. So brave, trying to carry on.

If only he could tell him. If only Eddies heart and mouth would agree on say the words he wanted to say the most.

Another knock on the door.

"I need to pee. Get the fuck out. And Bev wants to brush her teeth."

Richie this time. Impatient as always.

"We're coming, just a second." Eddie said.

He really didn't wanted to let go of Stanley.

"Let's get up Eddie. Let's go to sleep."

Eddie sighed and let go of Stanley, immediately missing his warmth and his body so close to his.

They got out of the bathroom, greated by a tired looking Richie and Beverly.

"That took ages, were you fucking in there or what?" Richie whispered.

Eddie was to tired to respond. He just wanted to sleep.

Stanley rolled his eyes. "I'm to tired for this, goodnight guys."

"Goodnight." Bev said. Richie had already squeezed passed them into the bathroom to finally go pee.

The two boys walked towards Beverlys bedroom, they had placed their sleeping bags and mattresses on the ground, next to each other, because they always did that.

"Are you okay Eddie?"

Stanley whispered, rolling around so he could face Eddie.

"I don't know. A little." Eddie whispered back, also rolling around so he could face Stanley.

"Do you want to sleep next to me?" Stanley asked. He was blushing. He knew that he was blushing, thankfully for him the room was dark so Eddie couldn't see his face.

"Is that okay?"

"Otherwise I wouldn't ask, right?"

Eddie got out of his sleeping back, scooted closer to Stanley who was holding up one side of his blanket so Eddie could easily get under it, and smiled ad he felt Stanleys arm wrap around him.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked. Eddie nodded. Warm, sleepy and comfortable.

Eddie had always loved being the little spoon, and now, with Stanleys arms around him and their legs tangled, Eddie felt like maybe tonight he wouldn't be afraid.

"Goodnight Stanley."

"Goodnight Eddie."

Stanley woke up from the warmth of the sun falling trough the small gap between the curtains on his face.

He was still tired, but in a good way, warm, cozy, and cuddled up against Eddie.

If only he could wake up like this every morning.

He didn't wanted to move. He wanted to hold Eddie forever, capture this feeling and never ever forget it.

But he couldn't. He couldn't do that. Maybe Eddie didn't wanted to talk about tonight ever again.

He didn't know how early or how late it was, and he didn't really care.

When he heared someone moving on their mattress and getting up Stanley closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He really didn't wanted someone to comment on him and Eddie cuddling like this.

He just wanted to stay like this forever.

Not that he could caus a moment after he though that someone entered the room.

"Stanley? Eddie? We're gonna have breakfast. Are you guys awake?" It was Mike. Mike wouldn't tease them.

"I am." Stanley answered softly. "I don't know if Eddie is though."

Mike smiled at Stan as he went to open the curtains.

"I told Bill I liked him yesterday." Mike suddenly said.

Stans eyes widened with excitement. "Oh my god Mike what did he say? Are you two boyfriends now?" Stanley wanted to jump up to hug his friend but with the smaller boy still asleep in his arms he couldn't to anything else besides smiling widely at him.

Mike laughed. "Yeah, yeah I think we are."

"That's amazing! I'm so happy for you Mike!"

"Who are we happy for this early?" Eddie asked, his eyes still closed and his voice sleepy.

Stan smiled. He was way too cute.

"Me. Bill finally took the hint and we're sort of dating." Mike said while putting on a pair of socks. Eddie opened his eyes. "Fucking finally Mike! How long did he take to finally get it? Two fucking years?"

Mike laughed as Eddie got out of the bed (Stan letting him go with a soft sigh, hoping the others wouldn't have noticed) and tackled him in a giant hug.

"I'm so happy for you Mikey. Stupid Bill who took the hint way to late he's so dumb! "

Mike laughed again and locked his eyes with Stanleys while Eddie rambled something.

The look that Mike gave Stanley was almost like he knew, like he was thinking about what a dumbass Eddie was for not getting it.

Stanley blushed and looked at the ground.

Mike knew. He knew. Was he that obvious? Did all of his other friends knew? Did Eddie knew? How did Mike knew?

Shit.

Mike knew. He knew about Stanley liking Eddie. He wasn't blind. He knew exactly how Stanley felt. He also knew about Eddie. About Eddie liking Stanley. And they were both to dumb to realise. They were both to blind to see how head over heels they were for each other.

"Let's go eat some breakfast."

Stanley couldn't concentrate. They were watching another movie and eating cereal in front of the TV. Stanley was sitting in the middle on the couch. Eddie on his left side, Mike on his right, and next to Mike was Bill.

Way to close to each other.

How did Mike knew about him liking Eddie?

He had to ask Mike. Right now.

"Does anyone wants more cereal?" Stan asked, already getting up to go to the kitchen.

"Yeah, just bring all boxes and the milk caus then we don't have to get up all the time."

Richie said.

"That's t-t-the smartest thing that ever came out of your mouth." Bill said with a grin.

Richie stuck his tongue out.

"Very mature." Stanley said, grabbing two empty bowls from the coffee table.

"Mike can you help me?" Stan asked, butitdidbt came out as a question. Mike got up fastly. "Yeah of course."

"Am I that obvious?" Stanley said as soon as the kitchen door closed behind them.

Mike laughed. "No. You're not. I just noticed caus I know how you feel."

Stan sighed. A little relieved. "Do you think Eddie noticed?" Stan asked, looking helpless and scared.

Mike sighed. "No, he didn't. You're both to dumb. Just tell him Stanley. That's what I did too, and look at me now. It worked, didn't it? You have nothing to be afraid of. You can do it."

"But Mike what if he doesn't like me back? What if he thinks I'm a freak?"

Mike rolled his eyes as he took two boxes of cereal out of a cupboard.

"He won't. Believe me. I know that. Have you seen the way he looks at you?"

Stanley shrugged. "Not really." He mumbled.

"Yeah I know, just, next time you two are alone just tell him. I know it sounds scary, and it is, but I believe in you Stanley. You can do it."

"What is taking you guys so long?" Beverly yelled from the living room.

Stanley rolled his eyes.

"Thanks I guess. I'm just nervous. I don't want to fuck it all up."

Mike smiled. "I totally understand, but you're brave and I know you can do this."

And with those words the boys left the kitchen, sitting down on the couch again.

Stanley was all anxious and he didn't enjoy the movie. At all. The only thing he could about was Eddie being so close and the warmth of his body.

It was totally different then tonight. Now every time they touched it made his skin burn, and every time Eddie glanced at him he tried not to blush.

Stanley had fallen way deeper them he thought he'd ever would.

When it was finally time to go home Eddie was tired. He had slept maybe three hours last night and he wanted to lay down and take a nap.

But he also wanted to stay awake and tell Stanley everything that was going on in his head right now.

He needed to tell him. He wanted to. He needed to get it out. It had been a secret for so long and it was slowly destroying him.

He needed to tell Stanley sooner or later. And he didn't wanted to ruin everything he had with Stanley, but he also couldn't keep this gigantic thing that made him feel like he was about to explode whenever Stanley touched his skin inside of him forever.

Eddie needed to get it out.

Even if it would ruin everything. He needed to. He couldn't count how many times he had cried himself to sleep thinking about it, but he didn't wanted to feel trapped inside his own body anymore.

His mom made it hard enough for him to get to terms with himself. And he hated himself for it, his mother had always told him that it was a sickness. And then the clown happened.

But now he couldn't hide from himself anymore.

He was sick and tired of being someone he was not. He wanted to be able to breath without the suffocating feeling.

Richie, Eddie, Stanley and Ben were all walking home in the same direction. Their houses in the middle of the town, only a few streets apart.

"I had fun, I'll see you guys tomorrow at the arcade." Ben said, he was the first one to turn into another street then the other three boys.

"Okay, bye Ben, see you tomorrow!" Eddie said, waving goodbye.

Richie left too when they crossed the street.

"Goodbye, I'll see you tomorrow, I'm gonna jack off and sleep."

"Beep beep Richie, I don't need to know that." Eddie said. Richie grinned. "Well your mom loves to hear about such things."

Stan couldn't hide the smile on his face. "Just go home Richie, we'll see you tomorrow, enjoy yourself." Stanley said with a grin.

"Oh see? Stan the man knows what's up, and I will." Richie gave them an obvious, big wink before he turned around and started to walk to his house.

The other two boys were left there. Standing in an awkward silence. Both trying not to look at each other. Until Eddie sighed, turned towards Stan and looked him in the eye.

"Do you want to come to my house?" Eddie asked, a little more aggressively then he intended to, making Stan laugh.

"Of course."

They walked to Eddies house while chatting, the awkward silence from before broken by laughter and chatter.

"Mom! I'm home!" Eddie yelled as soon as they entered the house.

No answer. Eddie sighed. "Or she got an emergency call from work that they needed her or she has fallen asleep."

"Yeah I know."

When Eddie found a note on the fridge he just mumbled something and trew it in the bin.

"Let's go upstairs."

When Eddie found a note on the fridge he just mumbled something and trew it in the bin.

"Let's go upstairs."

Stanley dropped his bag in the hallway and followed Eddie upstairs, a little nervous for a lot of different reasons.

Stanley closed the door begin him and looked at Eddie.

He had fallen on his bed with a sigh. "Sleepovers are fun and all but I'm always so fucking tired after it. I'm gonna be so dead on monday."

"Yeah me too."

Stanley was standing in the middle of the room, a little awkward, like he didn't know what to do.

"Come lay down with me dumbass." Eddie said with a grin. Stanley nodded. "I-okay."

Why was this so awkward?

They didn't even talked about anything, they didn't even did anything else then cuddling, and they had done that before, but something had changes between them.

And Stanley couldn't really get what it was.

He laid down on the bed next to Eddie. His hands tangled on his stomach, looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey Stanley?" Eddie asked, turning so he could look at him.

"Mm?" Stanley had closed his eyes and he had felt the lack of sleep take over, making him yawn.

"Uhm last night, when we talked in the bathroom, and you held me, I- uhm, thank you. For being there. I guess. So yeah uh-"

Eddie wasn't talking fast for once. He was stumbling over his words. Stanley opened his eyes, turned around and smiled.

"It's okay, you don't have to thank me. I get how you feel."

Eddie looked at the wall behind Stan, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah but still, I don't know its probably stupid that I,..."

He got interrupted by Stan.

"It's not stupid. At all. It's totally normal to feel like this after everything that happened, you don't have to proof yourself to anyone, it's okay to be scared, Eddie I'm scared every day, and does it make me feel like shit? Totally. But it's not stupid or wrong to feel scared and anxious, there's nothing wrong with that. And I'm always here for you if you want to talk. Even at night, just call me. I love you Eddie, and I'm here for you. Don't forget that."

Stanley knew he was ranting and he knew that he just said I love you with ough meaning too. Fuck. This wasn't meant to happen. Why did he just said that without thinking about it at all? Why didn't he just kept his fucking mouth shut?

"Do you,... Uhm,... Do,.. Are you serious?"

Eddie menaged to ask. His mind was stuck on the "I love you" part. Was Stan being friendly or was he being serious? Did he mean it in the way Eddie wanted too? Or not? Was he trying to say something more? Or did he just mean platonicly love? What was going on? Why did he care so much? Eddie didn't wanted his heart to beat so fast as it did right now.

And why was he blushing. Why on earth was he always blushing!?

"Uhm, yeah,... I am. And I'm sorry. Its probably totally the wrong time and I didn't mean to tell you like this it just slipped out and I mean since I already said it, I can't really ake it back, so please don't hate me for this Eddie, but yeah, I do. I love you, and I'm sorry if that freaks you out. I get that you don't feel the same, you don't have to like me back I just couldn't really deny it anymore and I,... "

"Hey Stanley?",Eddie interrupted, his mind fuzzy. He felt really happy, his heart was beating fast and his hands were sweaty, "Can I try something?"

Stanley looked a little confused but then nodded. "Ye,.."

He got cut off by Eddie pressing his lips to his. It was a soft, small kiss, a little peck, but it was so adorable, so Eddie like, careful but sudden, that Stanley couldn't help but smile really widely as soon as they broke apart.

"I like you to dummy. We've just been idiots this whole time." Eddie said with a grin.

Stan laughed and pulled Eddie closer. "You are adorable."

Eddie blushed. He couldn't believe that a dumb sleepover would end up like this. He couldn't believe that this finally happened.

"Can you spend the night here?" Eddie asked, his head on Stanleys chest, cuddled up against him, listening to Stanleys heartbeat.

Stanley smiled as he let his fingers comb to Eddies hair. "If you want to."

"I want to, otherwise I wouldn't ask."

"You're right." Stanley said.

The two boys laid in silence on Eddies bed until Eddie fell asleep. And Stanley couldn't believe this finally happened. He couldn't believe that he was finally able to hold this pretty boy in his arms and protect him.

Maybe they didn't needed to be scared anymore.

Maybe they could do this, because they had each other now.

And when Stanley finally fell asleep too, he knew that he wouldn't have any nightmares that night.

Not that night, and not all the following ones.

****

Here you go kiddos.

#stan uris #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #it movie #Eddie Kaspbrak #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #richie tozier #And also some Mike and Bill #stanley uris #it 2017 #it chapter one #it 2019 #they are like 17 #Maybe 18 #aged up characters #Soft #Also trauma #Stanley Uris x Eddie Kaspbrak #And also Bill and Mike #Some soft Steddie #Steddie

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Richie adjusts his bow tie one last time in the side mirror of the limo. He can hear the seemingly deafening roar of the crowd, of the reporters and nominees and everyone else outside. His manager sits across from him, spouting off reminders. Richie barely hears him.

”-and if you lose, look happy anyway. No one likes a sore loser, and if you want another season, you’ll-“

”I got it,” Richie says, cutting him off. He can’t take it anymore. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” His agent and former manager, David, sighs.

“Fine.” He checks his watch and looks around nervously. “Are you sure you don’t want someone to walk the carpet with? It’s not too late, I hear Zachary Quinto’s still available-“

”I don’t need a date,” Richie says, rolling his eyes. “I’m still married. Even if he’s not here.”

”Of course.” Before David can say anything else, Richie opens the door and steps out into the Los Angeles evening, his brand-new converse sneakers sinking into the plush red carpet. The sneakers are his signature, and it’s written into his contract that he gets to wear them everywhere. Even, as is specifically stated in the writing, to the Emmys. They do not go with his tuxedo, and he has been reminded of this every single minute of every day since his nomination was announced. Well, nominations.

”Richie! Richie, over here!” Some reporter shouts. He vaguely recognizes her from a popular morning talk show that he always gets up too late to watch, but hears about constantly from his early-bird husband. He puts on an easy smile as he approaches, hoping it doesn’t look too fake. It’s not fake, not the excitement, but he can’t help but think that he should not be alone right now.

”I’m here with Richie Tozier, writer and star of the hit new horror-sitcom, ‘The Losers Club’, streaming now on HBO. Now, Richie, you’re famously very good friends with author William Denbrough.” It takes all of Richie’s self control not to laugh. Hearing people call Bill ‘William’ is like hearing himself called ‘Richard’, which only ever happens when Eddie gets mad. “Lots of people have drawn comparisons between ‘The Losers Club’ and Denbrough’s books. Was there any inspiration that came to you from reading your friend’s writing?” Richie laughs good-naturedly.

”Wow, starting off with the tough questions. Aren’t you going to ask me who I’m wearing?” The reporter chuckles politely. “No, but seriously, both Bill and I take our inspiration from our childhoods. We grew up together, and the kids we write about are definitely inspired by ourselves. So in a way, yes, I do take some of my inspiration from Bill, but it’s more from the person himself than his books.” She nods, clearly surprised by the eloquence of his answer. “And, uh, this suit is Gucci. Just so you know.”

He fights his way through the crowd (metaphorically, of course. He still stops for photos and interviews, and to talk to the odd acquaintance) and finally gets inside. He finds his seat between two of his co-stars, a young woman who resembles Bev in almost every way except that her hair is black, not red, and a man who resembles Eddie so heavily that Richie has, much to his husband’s annoyance, mistaken for him at least five times. The lights dim, the show begins, the host launches into her monologue, and Richie hardly even notices. It is a blur of standing, sitting, applauding, laughing, of lights and sparkles and the swish of gowns and tuxedo pants. Jameela Jamil leans back for a selfie. Tony Shalhoub accidentally knocks his glasses off on his way up to collect his award. John Mulaney cracks a joke so funny it takes all of Richie’s effort not to laugh through the ‘In Memoriam’ video. And then it is his award, Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series. The announcer, a young woman Richie vaguely recognizes from this summer’s biggest action movie, flashes a brilliant white smile and lists off the nominees, ending with “...Richie Tozier as Bradley Thompson in ‘The Losers Club.’” She opens the gold envelope with delicate hands and Richie can feel his breath catch in his throat. He hardly expected to be nominated. He would not win. And yet, he has never been more anxious in his life, except on the day he asked Eddie to marry him.

“And the Emmy for Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series goes to... Richie Tozier for ‘The Losers Club!’”

Richie doesn't register the shock at first. He thinks perhaps it is a dream, and when he stands on the stage to collect his award, he will be in his underwear. Or maybe it's Eddie, who had mocked him with this since his nomination was announced (lovingly, of course). But no, it's real, and he realizes it when his female co-star throws her arms around him, squealing excitedly. He rises to his feet, smiling unsteadily, and scoots out to the aisle. He was not supposed to win, he thinks. That's why they put him in the middle of the row instead of the end, where he could get out more easily. The probable winners are always in the aisle seats because it gives them an easy path to the stage. It's an odd moment of clarity, and it passes quickly, and then he is rising the stairs, and he's being handed the golden statue, and his face is warm under the lights. He blinks, expecting the glare of light on glass, but it never comes. He wears contacts now, he remembers, and laughs at his own short-mindedness. He has to bend down a little to reach the microphone, and as he pats his jacket pocket, realizes he has forgotten his speech at home. Fuck. He's going to be "that guy", the guys who forgets his notecards and has to make the whole thing up on the fly. Still, it's probably better than standing in awkward silence, which is what he's doing right now.

"Um... as a kid, I told a lot of jokes. And mostly, they weren't funny. But if you told that kid that one day, he'd be standing on this stage, he probably would have said 'yeah, right' and then made a crude joke about your mom." There is a smattering of polite laughter. He is building speed now, snowballing. "But that kid from Maine couldn't have gotten here without a lot of help, so there are some people I need to thank. My parents, Maggie and Wentworth, for always laughing, even when I was being a complete idiot. My agent, David Lukas, who convinced me to make the move from stand-up to TV. I'd like to thank my co-stars, who are the funniest, sweetest, best people I could have asked to work with, and for never being dicks about being more attractive than me, even though you clearly are. You're the best minions I've ever had. But seriously, I sometimes feel like the show was written for you guys, even though I literally had no idea who any of you were before the first day." Richie scans the room. He sees a hundred people he knows and a thousand he doesn't. He sees friends and idols and people he doesn't even recognize. And in all of them, he sees the one person he wishes were here most, the one person who isn't here.

"And last, but absolutely not least, there's one more person I need to thank. My husband, Eddie, the light of my life. Without him, this show wouldn't exist. When we got together three years ago, I was still using a ghostwriter. It was writing jokes about Eddie that got me to write my own material, and then my agent approached me about writing a pilot for this show, and now here we are, and it all came from him. This show is inspired by our childhood, growing up together, then reconnecting as adults. He's my constant inspiration. I do everything I do for him. He's at home with our son right now, because he said he wasn't going to come all the way from New York to LA just to watch me lose- that's a direct quote. And as he knows damn well, there's nothing I love more than proving him wrong."

He looks directly into the camera now, smiling wider than before. "I won, baby, I did it. And I did it for you. I love you, Eds." He blows a kiss to the camera and flushes, maybe from the heat of the lights, maybe from the out-of-character gesture. He embraces the announcer, kissing her cheek gently as he exits, desperate for the first time in his 43 years of life to be out of the spotlight. He is almost back to his seat when he stops fast, nearly slamming into the figure that he hadn't seen before in the dark theater. His gaze travels up from the impeccably polished shoes to the neatly pressed tuxedo pants, to the burgundy velvet jacket he had custom-made as a birthday present last year. It is Eddie, he knows it is, before his eyes finally meet the tear-filled, puppy-dog brown ones of his husband.

"You came," he says, his eyes turning from gray to a watery black.

"You won," Eddie replies, and Richie's tearful face breaks out in a huge, toothy grin. He cups Eddie's cheek (the one with the scar on it) in his broad, hairy hand, and leans down, pulling Eddie into a long, feverish kiss. The cameras catch every second, but they don't notice, nor do they care. Richie leads Eddie by the hand into the row of seats, and they sit beside each other, their legs scrunched together in the limited leg room.

"I know you didn't come just because I won," Richie whispers. "You would've had to leave seven hours ago. At least."

"I realized, like, two hours after you left that I was basically being a massive piece of shit. So I hopped on the next Delta flight here- way less nice than the Cessna, by the way- changed in the airport bathroom, and came straight here. I had to call David and have him talk to security just so I could get in. Apparently, the photos of our wedding are not enough to prove we're married."

"I'm glad you're here." Richie intertwines his fingers with Eddie's, then gasps. "Fuck. What'd you do with the baby?"

"First of all, you gotta stop calling him 'the baby.' Stan's almost three."

"Yeah, but he's my baby."

"Good luck with that once he hits school age, my love. And in terms of what I quote-unquote 'did with him', I called that sitter, the one Blake and Ryan recommended at poker night. And before you asked, yes, I interviewed her; yes, she speaks three languages; yes, she can bake, play guitar, and has half the best doctors in Manhattan on her speed dial. She's perfect, and has been texting me updates every half-hour." Richie's head lolls onto Eddie's shoulder, and they nestle into each other like puzzle pieces. Richie's show wins again and again, the articles the next day will say it swept. Richie's hotel room is paid through for another day, but Eddie helps him pack. They load what little luggage they have into the back and take off (the first thing Richie did after returning from Derry was get his pilot's license). The palm trees and city lights below give way to dark, lightless desert, and then mountains, then cornfields and lakes and long stretches of empty plain. And then, just as the dark violet sky begins to fade into the faintest streaks of yellow and pink and blue, just as the star begin to disappear and the moon becomes almost translucent, the silhouette of the New York skyline appears against it.

"Home again," Eddie says, his eyes tired, but he has never looked happier, except maybe the first time he saw Stan.

"Finally." The plane touches down at an airfield in Queens, and they step out, stretching their tired limbs. Richie stares up at the sky, in which the sun is steadily rising. They go home to their Upper East Side condo, careful to shut the door behind them as quietly as possible. The windows are dark, but a thin stream of light flows out from under one of the bedroom doors, the one with a big green 'S' tacked to it. They open the door as softly as they can and look in on the young, curly-haired boy asleep, his Star Wars nightlight the source of the light. They leave him asleep, and the Emmy on the mantle. Eddie steps into the bathroom, and Richie can hear the shower start. He tosses his jacket on the chair in the corner and yanks his shirt and tie over his head. He goes to the terrace and looks out at the East River below. It's a chilly early morning, very early, and the breeze ruffles the thin layer of dark hair on his bare chest. He hears a honking horn, a couple arguing, glass shattering and water crashing. They are all sounds he heard before, in Derry, in Chicago, in Los Angeles. But they sound different here. Or maybe he is just seeing the world through new eyes, different eyes. The eyes of a man who has everything he wants. He feels cold tears on his face and brushes them away half-heartedly. He has not realized until now that his life is perfect. Legitimately, genuinely, certifiably perfect. Out of the closet? Check. Dream job? Check. A loving husband and son? Check. And now, one last validation that he is, in fact, on top of the world. It's sitting on his fireplace right now, but it's nothing compared to the boy with the Star Wars nightlight and the man in the shower. They are worth every award, every affirmation, every positive review, every selfie with a fan, everything.

Richie hears the shower shut off and the snap of the towel as Eddie pulls it off the hook. He sits on the bed and wiggles out of his tuxedo pants, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He does not turn around when he hears the door behind him open, nor does he move when the other side of the bed sinks under Eddie's weight. A hand comes to rest on his shoulder, folding around his upper arm. Feather-light kisses brush his other shoulder, tracing a line across his shoulder blades. He twists his upper body around to face Eddie, who smiles serenely up at him. Richie places a hand on his chest, his thumb gently circling one of Eddie's two black star tattoos.

"How's it feel to be back?" Eddie asks, leaning into Richie.

"I liked the ocean air, but I have to say... I missed the smog." Eddie chuckles and fidgets with his his inhaler (it's new, and he carries it with him everywhere. It's more of a security blanket than anything else.)

"I don't know, I mean... since we spent those few months out there shooting the show, I've given it some thought, and... what would you say to moving? Somewhere else? Anywhere else?" Richie looks up in shock.

"You serious?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not like I want to move back to Derry or anything, but think about it. If we went to Pasadena, or Santa Monica, or San Diego-"

"You really liked California, I take it?"

"I did, but if you think about it, it'd make perfect sense for us. And we wouldn't have to live in the middle of the city. I- I love New York, Richie, I do, that's why I moved here, but it's never where I imagined raising kids, if I imagined that at all. But we loved it there. And Stan loved it there. And if we went there, he could grow up on the beach instead of the sidewalks, and he might actually be able to see the stars at night, and-"

"Okay, Eds, calm down." Richie laughs and flops onto his back. Eddie falls beside him, and they turn to look at each other. "Let's do it?" Eddie cocks an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. You're right, as always. And besides, it's warmer there. It's too goddamn cold here." Eddie curls an arm over Richie and buries his face in Richie's chest.

"I love you, you know that? And I literally couldn't be prouder of you if I tried." Richie pulls Eddie in closer and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

"It's all for you, Eddie. All of it. That statue out there is yours, baby. And so am I."

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Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier (Reddie) | Chapter Two | 2.1k

Richie stalled for a moment, lowering his phone away from his face and looking up at Stan across the room. His best friend was tossing clothes into his drawers, re-packing up his childhood bedroom after getting home from university.

“Hey so,” Richie cleared his throat awkwardly, hands starting to shake. “I don’t know what the fuck is happening.”

[or: Richie makes a joke. Eddie responds outside the realm of expectation and now not one person has any fucking idea what’s going on at all.]

“Are you nervous?” Stan asked slowly, eyeing Richie cautiously. His best friend had gone through three separate outfits before settling on a surprisingly tame outfit of a stripped maroon and black shirt, tucked into black shorts. Richie had gone with wearing his thick rimmed glasses that day, even going as far as to highlight his water line with eye liner than Stan didn’t even know his best friend owned, and even Stan had to admit he looked good.

Richie had his fingers tugging on a couple of his tighter curls so they would match the way the rest fell more softly, and his eyes went wide. “What? Why would I be nervous? What are you talking about?”

Stan gave Richie a look that implied he was crazy, which was a look that Richie had received a great many times in his life. “Uh, because you asked Eddie out as joke and he said yes and this is the first time you’re going to see him since?”

Richie swallowed audibly, a scratched at his now flushed cheek. “I… Eddie must know that I was just joking. I’ve been jokingly flirting with him since we were kiddos, he’s never taken it seriously before.”

Stan raised his eyebrows. “Where you jokingly flirting with him- or were you flirting with him for real, and he never took it seriously so you just played it off as jokes?”

Richie tossed his little black pencil eyeliner towards Stan and it pegged him in the middle of the forehead. Stan let out an annoyed whine, and rubbed at the quickly reddening spot. “Because I’ve never seen you put so much effort into looking good before, so I’m going to lean towards assuming it’s because you’re at least kind of hoping Eddie was serious about saying yes and you want to look good when you see him.”

“I’ll have you know, Staniel,” Richie said in mock-haughty voice, all while grinning wildly. “That I’ve become the fashion icon I was always meant to be in California. The place has done wonders for me.”

Stan knew at least that much was true, he’d noticed it himself, and decided his best course of action was simply let Richie stew in his own denial. Turning away, Stan didn’t notice Richie’s phone pinging or the pale look of panic that crossed his face when he looked at it.

Eddie Kaspbrak has himself listened as in a relationship with you! Do you wish to confirm? Mark as Spam.

Richie swallowed roughly, twisting his head over his shoulder and glancing at Stan’s going through his own belongings to find something to wear that day. It was the first day of summer that all the Losers would be back in Derry, which meant it was going to be a lit party without fail. There wasn’t any true reason that they needed to look good, but they all liked to anyway.

Richie turned back around and confirmed Eddie’s relationship request.

**

Eddie looked good, but that wasn’t anything new or surprising to Richie. He’d grown his hair out since moving from Derry- no doubt an argument with his mother when she saw him- and there were now soft curls around his ears. It seemed Eddie had ditched his pastels and khakis when he’d gotten to New York, now rocking some ripped black jeans and a Nirvana T-shirt so oversized Richie had to wonder when Eddie had stolen it from him, matching with an acid washed denim jacket tossed over himself despite the discomfort it must have brought him in the summer heat. He even had a navy green coloured beanie pressed over his curls, one that Richie knew he had kept from his ex-boyfriend, Martin, when they’d broken up around Thanksgiving.

Martin had been some douchebag musician, that everybody had told Eddie wasn’t good enough for him and Eddie hadn’t listened through their entire relationship. He’d cheated on Eddie while he’d been away for school, claiming it to be great inspiration for a song. Eddie seemed to have taken it in great stride, and been more than happy to continued wearing all the clothes he’d brought with him to school that belonged to the scum bag.

“Hi,” Eddie said, beaming up at Richie and seeming a little bit breathless. The smile that came across Eddie’s face made Richie’s heart feel a little tense.

“Did anybody tell you that it’s summer?” Richie asked lightly, reaching out and rubbing at the winter hat on Eddie’s head. “You must be roasting.”

Eddie knocked Richie’s hand away from his hat, and after only a moment of hesitating, he pulled their hands together to their sides and tangled their fingers together. Richie’s gaze dropped down to their hands in surprise, smiling at how small Eddie’s hand looked in his. It was a sight Richie could definitely get used to.

“HEY! Idiots!” Beverly’s voice came out to them, seemingly endlessly amused. Richie startled, moving to pull his hand away from Eddie’s but Eddie’s grip on him tightened and he couldn’t. Eddie tugged on Richie’s hand and they turned to follow the others, walking hand-in-hand. Neither of them saw Mike pulled out his phone and snap a photo of them from behind, but they supposed they couldn’t be surprised.

When Richie connected to the Denbroughs house WiFi, his phone was immediately blowing up. Heart racing, Richie yanked at his phone only to catch Eddie doing the same. Some how it hadn’t occurred to Richie that confirming Eddie’s relationship request would have created a post on their Facebook timelines- and thus, an utter uproar. In just the short hour since Richie had confirmed it, it had racked up a whopping 178 reactions and 26 comments.

Elizabeth Ripsom: AYYYYY IT’S ABOUT DAMN TIME!!

Edward Corcoran: im still trying to decide if this is a best friends thing or a gay thing

Martin Campbell: ??????????????????????????????

Richie couldn’t help smiling slightly at the distress comment from Eddie’s shitty ex, penned out a quick just because it’s a best friends thing, why should that ever mean it isn’t gay? in response to Eddie Corcoran and just as he was about to lock his phone it pinged with another notification.

Mike Hanlon tagged you in a photo!

Frowning, Richie clicked it open and found himself staring down at a picture of himself from not even twenty minutes earlier, hand-in-hand with Eddie. Richie had his head turned to the side, grinning widely while Eddie seemed to be mid-sentence. Richie could practically see the heart eyes emoji pasted over his face, and it made him cringe. Mike’s caption was a very simple “we stan” with a heart eyes emoji companying it, and Richie couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he noticed the image had already gotten more than 30 likes in the past minute.

“This is hot gossip for everybody, huh?” Richie forced out a chuckle. He looked around at his friends, who all seemed to be giving him different levels of confused looks while Mike grinned deeply at him.

Eddie let out an excited noise, looking at his own phone. “Oh, Mike! That’s so fucking cute, I love it!”

Richie startled, remembering how much Eddie had protested ever taking photos with Martin. They’d had a few selfies together on Eddie’s phone- that he’d purged over Skype with Richie after the break up- but he’d never allowed them online. He posted pictures of Martin- all also purged- onto his Instagram pretty often, but it was never pictures of them together.

“I’ll give you ten bucks to make that your profile picture, Eddie,” Beverly said, already tossing her backpack onto the Denbrough’s couch.

Eddie laughed, turning his phone screen around to show her the Facebook app. “Jokes on you, I was doing it anyway- but I’ll still take the ten bucks.”

Beverly shrugged, pulling her wallet out. “I’m not even mad.” She said, handing a cheek-looking Eddie the bill. Richie shook his head, confused, and sat onto the arm of the armchair Eddie was sitting in. He leaned over slightly just enough to watch Eddie’s profile load the new profile picture… the picture of them, holding hands.

Eddie tilted his head back and smiled up at Richie. Richie, suddenly feeling unable to control his body, snatched the toque off Eddie’s head and quickly placed it onto his own. Eddie chuckled slightly, rolling his eyes.

“That clashes with your outfit horribly,” Eddie pointed out, stretching out and letting his arm come to rest on Richie’s knee. His fingers rubbed at the bare skin almost absentmindedly, staring up at Richie as though he were some sort of interesting find under a microscope. It made Richie’s skin sting a little bit where Eddie touched him.

“When have I ever cared about my outfit matching?” Richie laughed, dropping his hand on top of Eddie’s. Simply for the purpose to get Eddie to stop moving his damn fingers.

Eddie raised his brow, smiling slightly. He tilted his head to the side, head nearly resting on Richie’s arm and Richie’s breath caught in his throat. “Your outfit seems to match pretty nicely today.”

“That’s alllll for you, darling,” Richie said with a waggle of his brow. Flirting with Eddie was something he could definitely do. Something he was more than good at, something he’d been doing his whole life. He leaned in towards Eddie the way he always would, but froze when Eddie seemed to lean back towards him.

“Are we getting high or not?” Stan cut through him, maybe in a classic Stan fashion, but also maybe because he saw the panic that rushed across Richie’s face. The room still erupted in excited responses, but Richie got caught up in Eddie’s acceptance.

“Really?” He asked, leaning forward to Eddie. His arms moved comfortably around Eddie’s mid-section, letting him slip in behind Eddie and holding Eddie close. “You know you don’t ever have to.”

“I know,” Eddie said, twisting his head to look at Richie. “I got really curious about it at school, but I wanted the first time I tried it to be with you guys.”

Richie couldn’t think of a good response to that, so he settled with squeezing Eddie like a child would hug their stuffed animal for comfort. Eddie tilted his head back in an almost unnatural angle to kiss Richie’s cheek lightly.

Bill made a loud gagging noise, throwing some sort of flannel shirt that was resting at the couch at them. “You two muh-make me sick.”

“Don’t hate us just because you’re not us,” Richie called over, pressing a too loud and too wet kiss to Eddie’s forehead for show. It was the type of thing Richie had always done, but instead of Eddie squawking and pushing Richie away, he let out a small laugh and actually leaned in closer to Richie’s body. Richie wondered if Eddie could feel how his heart was pounding.

**

Richie wasn’t quite sure what possessed him to turn down the bong when it came around to him, but he was beyond thankful for it as he rubbed at Eddie’s back while the poor boy was throwing up into Bill’s bedside garbage. Eddie had brought the whole basket up to rest in his lap, and every Losers had disappeared to sit on the front porch once Eddie had started puking.

Richie had known that last bong was a mistake for Eddie- he shouldn’t have tried to keep up Bev and Stan in terms of smoking, anymore than somebody should try to keep up with Ben in terms of drinking- and Richie had said as much to Eddie. This didn’t feel particularly like a good I told you so moment, so Richie held his tongue and made a point to say it to Eddie later.

He was still rubbing Eddie’s back when the door creaked open and Ben came in. He gave a soft smile and shook his head. “How are we doing?”

Eddie groaned something unintelligently, and Richie patted his back once before standing and walking over towards Ben. Richie let out a tired sight that was beyond his control and Ben held his arms out. Richie fell forward into them, and smiled at how strongly Ben always hugged. Richie supposed that Ben’s hugs were the peak of platonic comfort.

“You’re a good boyfriend, Rich,” Ben said quietly, quietly enough that Richie knew Eddie wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I’m not going to tell anybody, I’ll tell everybody out there just you’re just sitting on your phone looking at memes.”

Richie chuckled, but had to wonder if he could be a good boyfriend, if he wasn’t sure he was a boyfriend at all.

#reddie #reddie fic #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #my writing #status pending #THEY'RE SO STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #eddie is grungey and richie is preppy and you can FUcking fight me #when youre dating your best friend but you dont know if youre ACTUALLY dating him #but youre in love with him #maybe

[slaymamahouseboots]

Platonic stozier for the soul

Honestly I’m so starved of stozier content I decided to just feed my self so let’s go shall we pallies? Also IT never happened coz I’m a slut for au’s

Stan and Richie are BEST FRIENDS

Fite me m8

You literally can not take that away from me

Richie joined stans kindergarten class half way through the year because he was kicked out of his last one (totally not for calling the teacher a whore because he heard his dad say it)

Stan was totally a loner

People made fun of my small boy for liking birds and always having his pencils in neat little line

The first week of Richie’s new school he accidentally bumped stans table, and made him draw a thin i black line on the bird drawing he was doing, while he was excitedly jumping around

Stan got mad and punched Richie in the face with his tiny fists of rage

They both had to stay in at recess to ‘think about what they’ve done’

After 10 minutes of lil Richie shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to stan he apologised for knocking his stuff and told stan he liked the bird drawing he had been doing

Baby stan can’t keep a grudge like big boy stan so he forgave him and they’ve been inseparable ever since

In first grade the bigger kids picked on Stan for his (at this point undiagnosed) OCD and Richie would sit with him and make dumb inappropriate jokes till he felt better (“staniel?” “What” “why did the boy drop his ice cream?” “Why Richie?” “Coz he got hit by a bus!” *SnOrT*)

In fifth grade a kid with a stutter was having trouble presenting to the class and peeps were starting to laugh so our lovely boys decide to fake a fight to get the pestering crowds eyes away from 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂(*whispering* “stanthony punch me in the face” “what?” “I said punch me in the face did you not hear me?” “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you talk but usually it’s subtext”)

The next day bill thanked them and introduced them to his besty the one and only Eddie and suddenly our duo was a- four...o...? I’ll stop

Entering middle school Richie realised he may slightly possible have the teeniest tiniest crush on a certain asthmatic germaphobe and obviously went straight to Stan to freak out because ?????????? A crush on a boy ?????????? This was Unheard-of to the poor 11 and his dad would KILL him if he found out

But as y’all probably already guessed Stan completely shut him out and never spoke to him again the end.

But seriously stans closeted ass gave rich a huge hug and let him hush over Eddie spaghetti for hours then on end with zero judgment and just a few eye rolls at the really sappy shit (“omfg Stan you don’t understand his eyes are just so pretty I could literally stare into those fuckers for the rest of my life and never get tired of them” *massive fucking eye roll*)

Seventh grade stan realised he was gay and immediately went to Richie to tell him even if he was scared he would be rejected because ‘Richie still likes girls’ ‘what if he thinks I’m a freak for only liking boys???????’

His nerves were settled by a sleepover at stans and more talk of crushes (coz maybe possibly perhaps Stanley has a dummy thicc crush on our boy Billiam) and cute celebrities

After Mike, Ben and Bev joined the losers club was complete and Richie n Stan felt comfortable enought to come out the rest of the group as bi and gay

Of course Richie came out with an inappropriate joke (“I know my heart belongs to Mrs. K but I have to say, Bill, you’re dads been lookin like a snack recently”)

The whole squad™️ were cool with it and Eddie looked excited when Richie came out???????? (Obviously our boys had another sleepover and just fucking died of squeal syndrome)

Sophomore year Eddie and Richie finally got together and Stan was just so fucking happy for them coz ?????? Richie is literally his best friend in the world????? And if Richie’s happy he’s happy???????

Obviously the very next week bill finally grew a pair and asked out his long standing crush and obviously that crush was stan and obviously Stan said yes and cried and obviously called Richie and obviously they squealed and o-

When Richie’s dad found out he was a big ol bisexual tho,,,, let’s just say things were less than ideal (“I didn’t raise a f*ggot!” “d-dad please!” *slap*)

Instead of going to Eddie (who he’d been dating for let’s say 6 months now) Richie went to his home away from home and let stan be his shoulder to cry on and ear to rant to and warm body to hug

When stans parents found out about Richie’s dad they let him temporarily move in until his parents got a divorce and he could stay with his mom in an apartment across town (because I refuse to let Richie be all alone and omg soft Maggie is everything)

The day before graduation the pair go to the quarry and just chill and talk and reminisce about their almost identically childhood and laugh about how different they each remember events (“hey rich remember that time in like ninth grade when you got so drunk you fell off a table and impaled yourself in the arm with a fork???” “AcTuAlLy StAn ThE mAn, I believe it was you who was stabbed.” “ThEn WhY dO yOu HaVe FoUr HoLeS iN yOuR aRm?¿?¿?¿” “...... oh yeah” *sNoRt p2*)

When the boys had to eventually split up to go to collage they cried so much Richie literally got a migraine and Stan was all light headed

They said their heart felt goodbyes to all the other losers except their respective boyfriends (coz no way are stenbrough and reddie breaking up now) and hugged till stan and bill had to got on the plain to fly them to wherever it is they’re going to collage I guess

Over the years tho, the bromance never dwindled and when it came time for them to both get married (obviously to Eddie and bill) they were each other’s best man and oh my god the embarrassing speeches (“The day I met you Richie was the best day of my life because before you even said your name I got to punch you in the face” *que laughter* “Stanthony Denbro-Urine, I’ll never forget the time you dropped out of a tree and into a lake while bird watching and subsequently broke your wrist because oH MY GOD was it fucking hilarious.” *more laughter*)

Even when they had kids they couldn’t help but be the worlds sappiest best bros with Daniel Stanley Tozier-Kaspbrak and Stephen Richard Denbrough-Uris being the best of buds for as long as they can remember

So basically Richie and Stan are inseparable and literally need each other to survive and omg I love them so much and stozier gives me life do yeah

Yeah idk how to end things so jckxnskdndknsnksk done. Also this is like literally the first time I ever written one of these so please give me fuckin validation????? And reblog????? And also fuckiiiinnnnnn??????? Let this get notes?????? And send in prompts for me to do if you don’t hate this?????? Coz I love y’all?????? And omg??????? Yeah

#stozier #platonic stozier #boys bein boys #im soft okay #stozier au #IT doesnt exist and my bous are happy and chapter 2 means nothing to me okay????? #richie #richie tozier #stan #stan uris #bill #bill denbrough #eddie #eddie kaspbrak #stenbrough #reddie #bev #mike #ben #losers club #headcanons #stozier hc

[connieswriting]

Mike Hanlon // House of Memories

I met Mike Hanlon when I was 4 and he was 5. I went to the butchery with my mother that day and saw Mike making a delivery. From that day on we became inseperable. We would ride our bikes together around town, sleep at each others house, I would help him around the farm, he would help me with my homework, we would laugh together, he woud take me to school every time he could, I would help him with the deliveries, I would try to protect him from Henry Bowers, and he would try to protect me from anything really.

When the whole IT incident started, we met the Loser's and they accepted us both from day one, as if had always been freinds our whole lives. That is, until we started to drift apart. Bev was the first, moved in with her aunt, then it was Stan, Eddie, Richie, Bill and before I knew it, we weren't the Loser's anymore. Mike and I still talked, but eventually we stopped as well. My parents got frightened after a ton of kids gone missing and got killed so we moved away. Strangely enough, I started forgetting about my past, my whole childhood in Derry, as if had never happen. I could still remember IT, Pennywise, I could still remember the Losers, going down to the Barrens, to the Sewers, but I couldn't remember what we did to IT, I couldn't remember my friends’ surnames, I couldn't remember what made each and everyone of them unique.

I looked outside the car window, the signs passing by me, not really taking them in. My grandmother got sick a few days ago so we were going to live with her for a while until she got better. She never left Derry.

We arrived at our old house, where my gradma was staying; nothing had changed. The living room was still the same, my old treehouse was still in the big oak tree in our backyard, my bike was still in the little garage next to the house. I took a deep breath, going inside the house, climbing up the stairs to go to my room. It had stayed the same as well.

"I didn't want to change it" My grandmother spoke from behind me. "I always thought you would come back one day, I wanted to make you feel welcome once you did, wanted to make you feel at home."

"This was never my home. It was just a house." I sighed heavily, sitting on top of my bed. "Too many things happened here for me to ever call this place a home."

"Honey..." My grandmother started but soon stop as she looked at me. We didn't tell anyone what had happened that day at the Sewers and it's not like I can tell her about it now, I can't remember a thing. "I'm going to bake some cookies, want to help?"

"I need to unpack first, I'll help you when I'm done." I forced a smile at her as she only nodded in response. Why did we have to come back?

-------------

I tossed and rolled in bed, not being able to keep my eyes closed, something that hadn't happen ever since we left Derry. I decided it was useless and went outside to take a walk.  I threw on some clothes and left my house, doing my best not to wake anyone up.

The night was chilly, maybe too chilly for a midnight walk, but honestly I couldn’t just stay in that house. Being back to Derry made me feel sick, nostalgic and sick. This town never felt normal, there were too many things that weren't right. No one seemed to care about Derry's history, about what was happening in other people's life, and the adults... The adults had always been the worst. It had always seem to me as they didn't care what was happening with the kids, parents let their kids do whatever they wanted, even if it meant they were going to hurt themselves. I walked aimlessly for a while passing by all the places I used to love going to as a kid. They all seemed dark now, hateful, uninviting. The Barrens, a place I would spend hours at, as a little girl, now seemed to have a sort of air around it, a sort of air that made me wish I had never stepped a foot outside the house. A cold breeze of air made me hug myself tightly, trying to provide as much warmth as possible. The shadows around me seemed to be getting closer. I shook my head. That was all gone, all away. Derry was now just another small town-

(at least for now)

-just another typical American town in a sea of many others.

(but it isn't typical)

The thought seemed to come from out of me, as if someone was whispering that in my ear. Why would I even think that? Of course Derry is normal! I'm just imagining, picturing things that aren't here, things that have never been here!

(but they are, they have been, you saw them)

People in Derry do care about the past, we even studied it-

(so briefly, you shouln't even consider it studying)

-at school. Parents do care about their children and if they are or aren't doing something dangerous!

(like bill's parents cared about georgie)

With that I decided to go home, it had been a bad idea to even go outside so late at night. I always had a very imaginative mind, at least that's what my teachers and my parents used to say to me-

(and mike, or have you forgotten about mike)

As if my feet weren't even listening to my thoughts of going back home, I started walking the opposite way from my house, towards the farm. Mike's farm.

It didn't take me long before I was in his front porch. Funny how I can't remember which way the supermarket is from my house but I still remember clearly the way to Mike's house.

(he was your best friend)

I was about to knock on the door before I recalled the time. It was three thirty in the fucking morning, of course everyone would be asleep by now. I exhaled deeply, ready to head back home, when I heard a noise coming from the barn. Once again, my feet worked against my racional mind as I started to move foward before even thinking if it was safe or not. It sounded like a mixture of sobs and cries.

I stopped at the entrance thinking whether or no I should actually go in. The light coming in from the barn lighted dimly the outside, making it able for me to see my feet but nothing else. With the newly found light I could see the hairs in my arms and legs were up. Was it that cold?

(was i that scared?)

I touched the wood of the barn. I still recognize this place perfectly, the memories of every single play date I had with Mike came flooding vividly back to me. This was unquestionably my house of memories. At least mine with Mike's it was.

This made me think of what had become of Mike, something I should have done before I even came to this place. Had he made a new best friend-

(someone better than me)

Had he forgotten about me-

(like i have forgotten about our childhood)

Had I just become another someone to him?

The though stroked me harder than I thought it would, making me involuntarily take a step back, which caused a stick under my feet to crack, acknowledging my presence to whoever was inside the barn.

"Who's there?" His voice was deeper, stronger, manlier, stranger in a way, but nonetheless, it was still Mike's voice.

"Mike? Is that you?" I took a step inside the barn, looking around the many haystacks for my long lost best friend.

"(Y/N)? Please tell me that's you..." A head emerged from one of the haystacks, the same black curls I used to ruffle back in the golden days.

"Yeah it's me, Mike.” I runned towards him, tears already forming in my eyes. Just now seeing him here, in front of me, made the whole nostalgia feeling reminisce.

"You're back! You're actually back!" He pulled me in to a hug, softly crying in my shoulder. "You were gone, but now you're back." He chuckled softly, brushing my hair.

"And I'm not leaving you again..."

#mike hanlon #it 2017 #it movie #finn wolfhard #richie tozier #pennywise #cute imagine #imagines #imagine #x reader #reader #reading #writers #writing #writeblr #beverly marsh #ben hascom #wyatt oleff #stanley uris #stan uris #fluffy #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[thegreatwhiteferret]

Welcome To New York

I Wanna Be Yours Series: Part III (Part I, Part II)

“Here we are in our New York apartment with a view…seems only right that we break it in. Don’t you think, Bill?” Richie suggested smoothly, and Bill nodded. 

“I t-think the p-perfect way w-would to make our girl c-cum so many t-times that she can’t e-even remember her own n-name or ours. W-would you like t-that, Baby Girl?” Bill asked and Bev groaned in anticipation, she knew that they would make good on their promise. 

“Fuck yes, let’s make this place really ours.” Her words were met with two wicked smiles from her boys. 

Pairing: Billverie (BillxBevxRichie)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: HERE IT IS EVERYONE! Billverie is back! @billbenbev and I decided that we just loved these three too much, and that we needed to expand the “I Wanna Be Yours” universe! As of right now, we have eight other connected one-shots planned for this series, and hope to get one out every week!!! (I say hope because y’all know that I’m a mess, and this one alone took me a week and a half to finish…) Who knows where we will go from there! Thank you to everyone who has supported Billverie and sent questions and words of love in for the OT3, we can’t wait to see it grow! Make sure you check out Lua’s blog to see Mood Boards and other Billverie content, like the awesome header she made for this fic! ❤️❤️❤️

NSFW Under the Cut…

“What time did Stan say that we were leaving again?” Richie asked as he attempted to drag four duffel bags full of his things behind him.

“He s-said to be at h-his house at f-four thirty.” Bill answered, groaning as he looked at the pile of Richie’s things that he was somehow supposed to fit and secure in the back of his truck. It wasn’t much, just a beat up silver pickup truck that Richie had affectionately named ‘Silver Two’, but Bill, Bev, and Richie had all pooled their savings from working over the summer in order to afford it. It was the first piece of their new life together.

“Is that seriously all you are bringing, William?” Richie gawked, staring at Bill’s lone foot trunk and duffel from the army surplus store two towns over. Bill rolled his eyes in response. “Fine, fine. All you need are your flannels, jorts, and baseball tees. Got it.”

“W-would you shut the f-fuck up about the j-jorts? I threw t-them all a-away after y-you made it known h-how much you h-hated them.” Bill tossed over his shoulder as he attempted to heft his trunk onto the bed of the truck by himself.

“Jesus, Bill, let me help. You’re not actually Captain America.” Richie muttered, grabbing one end of the trunk, they lifted it easily and Bill hopped up to move it into the right position. When he had, Richie began handing him the other bags, they still had to drive over to Bev’s Aunt Clara’s apartment to pick her up and all of her things, then they were heading over to the Uris house where the parents were throwing a small send off party. Well, some of the parents.

It was really Maggie Tozier and Andrea Uris who had put the whole thing together. Mike’s grandparents and Ben’s mom would be joining as well. Bev’s aunt had to work, so she would be saying goodbye at the apartment. Bill’s parents wouldn’t be attending of course, Bill hadn’t spoken to them in months, not since he had moved in with the Toziers in February. Then there was Sonia Kaspbrak. She had downright refused, threatening Eddie once again that if he left to be with his sinning siren of a boyfriend, that he would never be welcomed home again. Eddie had simply packed his bags and left, knowing that he had more of a family with the Losers than he had ever had with her. When Andrea had heard of this, she set up the guest room for Eddie and told him that he had a new home in Derry.

Bill secured the bungee cords over their luggage and hopped down from the truck, lifting the tailgate and slamming it closed, before rounding the truck and joining Richie in the cab. They took one last look at Richie’s childhood home, Bill’s adopted home too, and waved, before backing out of the driveway and heading down the street in the direction of Bev’s apartment. Richie hummed along to the song that was playing through the speakers. He turned his head to the side and watched Bill carefully.

“Hey, I love you, Denbrough. You know that right?” Richie asked sweetly, scooting closer to Bill across the bench seat. Bill raised his eyebrows a little in surprise before he let out a small chuckle and smiled.

“Y-yeah, I know. I l-love you too, Tozier.” He returned, and threw his right arm over Richie’s shoulders as he drove, leaning in slightly when Richie pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.

They made it to Bev’s in near record time, Richie snuggling himself into Bill’s side and singing along to the radio softly the whole time. Bil pulled ‘Silver Two’ up to the curb outside of the brick building and shut the engine off. Bev pulled the door open to the apartment before they could even knock.

“Well hot damn, two fine as hell gentleman callers standing at my chamber door. What ever is a lady to do?” She drawled in a fake southern accent, red lips curling into a sultry pout.

“Well my dear, I do declare, that you could invite said gentleman callers in.” Richie returned, matching her accent easily. He leaned forward and brushed a fallen curl out of her face.

“Seems most appropriate, Kind Sir.” She smirked, curtseying as Richie bowed and then walked into the apartment past her. She turned her attention to Bill who was rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he looked down at her through the messy locks of hair that always fell in front of his face. “Hey, Bill.” Bev said sweetly, dropping the accent.

“Hi, Bevvy.” He said with a small smile, taking her outstretched hand and following her into the apartment. Bev and Clara’s apartment was eccentric to say the least. It was really more of a studio than a full on living space, but that fit both of them better anyway. There was only one bedroom, and then a loft where Bev’s bed and things were all set up, the rest of the space was just one common room. Bev had all of her things ready and sitting by the couch.

“Ah, Bill and Bev, there you are.” Clara said with a wave of her hand, the bracelets on her wrist clinking together. “I was starting to think that you two had run off into the sunset together and left me here with Richie.” She said with a smile, and Richie scoffed faux insulted.

“Pssssssh. As if. They both love me too much.” Richie replied easily, there was still the smallest amount of doubt about that statement that lived inside of him and most likely always would, but today was a good day and he didn’t want to spoil it by bringing that up.

“Mhmm, you must be fantastic in bed because your personality is meh.” Clara responded, flicking his ear as she walked past him.

“CLARA!” Bev shrieked, and her aunt let out a wicked laugh. Clara had been the first person outside of the Losers Club that they had told about their relationship. It wasn’t at all intentional.

Clara was supposed to be working a double shift, and the three of them were eager to be able to spend some quality time alone. It had been about two weeks since they had returned from the road trip and they hadn’t been able to be intimate since then. Clara’s second shift had been filled by someone else and she came home to see Richie laying on his back completely naked while he gave Bill a blow job and Bev blew him.

Clara had handled it in stride, leaving them to finish before coming back and sitting them all down for a conversation. She was incredibly supportive, and had even gone as far to buy them a wholesale box of condoms and a giant bottle of lube. The three of them had been beyond horrified, but her overall acceptance led to them having the courage to tell Maggie and Wentworth about their relationship. They were skeptical at first, having just warmed up to the idea of Richie and Bill dating each other, but they tried their hardest to be open minded and they truly loved Bev already.

“Sorry, sorry. I have to get the jokes out while you are still here, Marshmallow. I’m covering my sadness with humour.” Clara said pouting slightly, and Bev’s face dropped to match hers. They pulled each other into a tight hug, rocking back and forth slightly. “I’m so proud of you, Munchkin. So proud of you for getting out of this town and following your dreams. You’re going to do great, kid.”

“Thanks, Clara.” Bev said between small sobs, tears running freely down her face. She didn’t have to look to know that Clara wasn’t doing much better. “Fuck, we promised that we wouldn’t do this! You’re coming to visit in a few weeks, we shouldn’t be crying. This should be happy.”

“You’re right.” Clara said pulling back, wiping the tears off of Bev’s face before tending to her own. “You are going to be so amazing, and I’ll see you soon. And you will call every week, if you need anything I will drive the five hours to you.” Clara told her and Bev nodded, pulling her in for another hug.

“I love you, Clara. Thank you for everything.” Bev said genuinely. She meant it too, with all her heart. She didn’t know what she would have done if Clara hadn’t come back to Derry to raise her.

“I love you too, Beverly.” She said before turning on her heel and staring down her niece’s boyfriends. They may have been at least a foot taller than her, but that didn’t make her any less intimidating. “Now you two knuckleheads. You take care of my girl, in that big city. Or I’ll kill you.” She warned and both boys gulped and nodded. “And take care of yourselves and each other too. I am so glad that you three found each other in this way.” She pulled the two boys into a hug and then motioned for Bev to join. They held on for a few minutes before they pulled back. Richie and Bill grabbed Bev’s things and made their way down the stairs and to the truck, leaving Bev alone to have a few more precious moments of farewells with her aunt.

“Bev p-packed lighter t-than you and she’s a g-girl, Richie!” Bill said exasperated, as he shifted Richie’s things around again to make room for Bev’s trunk and suitcases. It was proving to be far more difficult than he had planned.

“It takes a lot of work to look this good, William! Do you want me to age quickly and with a lack of grace? I think not.” Richie punctuated this sentiment by sticking his tongue out at Bill.

“I s-swear to God, if a-all that is in h-here is c-comic books and v-video games, I’m g-going to hurt y-you.” Bill groaned and hopped down from the truck. Richie pouted his lips, unable to argue further, and Bill rolled his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to Richie’s lips.

“Damn, look at those two hot guys kissing. What does a girl have to do to be lucky enough to be in a relationship with both of them? Oh, wait. I already am.” Bev laughed to herself and the boys both rolled their eyes affectionately at her antics.

“Come on, Marshmallow. Get in the truck. Stan probably already has his panties in a wad, and we don’t want to be late for that show.” Richie said as he open the door and motioned for her to climb in. She smacked a sloppy kiss onto his cheek as she climbed in and Richie slid in after her. “Hi ho Silver Two, away!!!” He screamed, tapping his hand on the door. Bill looked over at him with a scowl, but started the truck nonetheless and pulled off down the road.

-*-

“Could you be any less punctual? I’d expect this from the two of them but you, William, really?” Stan asked when they pulled into his driveway, there was a smirk threatening to peak through his stormy expression, and Richie jumped out of the truck and pulled him into a smothering hug.

“Staniel, my love, so glad to see you.” Richie said cheerfully as Bev and Bill moved to join them. “Is everyone else inside? You managed to get Mike’s car all packed up?”

“Yes, they are inside. Where you should have been…” He paused to glance down at his watch to get an accurate number. “Sixteen minutes ago.” He finished, prying Richie’s octopus like limbs off of him.

“I’m s-sorry, Stan. I had to r-re-re-arrange everything in the t-truck like twelve times.” Bill explained as they walked towards Stan’s front door. “Someone p-packed far too m-much.”

“I wonder who that was…” Stan snarked half heartedly as they reached everyone else. Eddie wore a similar expression to the one his boyfriend had been when they had pulled up.

“Do any of you own a watch?” He asked, blinking his eyes incredulously. Richie went to scoop him up in his arms, but Eddie stepped back with a warning glance. “I think that it is time that we discuss some boundaries since we will be living together.”

“O-or we c-could enjoy this l-lovely get together, and n-not start with the d-dramatics?” Bill suggested, and Eddie let out a huff of frustration. He wouldn’t dare challenge Bill’s words. Richie and Bev left them alone to go mingle and find Maggie and Wentworth. “T-thanks, Eds. We can t-talk about s-specifics when w-we get there.”

“Promise?” Eddie asked, holding up his pinky finger towards Bill and Bill let out a small laugh, before raising his pinky to hook with Eddie’s.

“Promise.” Bill replied with a smile. He slung his arm over Eddie’s shoulder and pulled him along with him as he went to find something sweet to eat. Maggie and Andrea had made quite a spread, everything displayed in plastic containers that they could snap the lid on and send off with the kids to take with them.

Bill couldn’t help but wonder if his parents even cared that he was heading so far away. If life had been more simple, less plagued with the Denbrough trauma, maybe they would be here.

“Hey, Baby.” Bev said, sliding up next to him and pulling his hand into her own. “What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours?” She asked sweetly, and Bill felt his walls breaking down.

“C-can we go s-somewhere else?” He asked softly, and Bev nodded, pulling him along with her until they were in the Uris’ sitting room. Bill sat down and Bev made herself comfortable in his lap, she looked up at him with her caring blue eyes, and Bill felt the tears he had been trying so hard to will away fill his eyes.

“Oh, Billy.” She cooed, and wrapped her arms around him in a comforting hug. Bill buried his face in her hair, it smelled like coconut and it calmed him. She had been using the same brand of shampoo since they were in middle school, and it made him feel at home and grounded. Bev and Richie, and the other Losers, were his home now. He knew that he should accept that but he still hurt.

“W-why don’t they l-love me, Bev?” He choked out. Finally voicing what was swirling around in his brain. Bev pulled back slightly, bracing his face with her delicate hands.

“I don’t know, Bill. I wish I did, I wish I had the words to explain why people do terrible things. I’ve tried to understand for so long.” Bev trailed off slightly, trying to wipe some of her own tears away. “But, what I know is that those people don’t matter. You can choose your family, choose your own path.”

“I k-know.” He sighed, that was an easy concept to accept in theory, but when your own flesh and blood doesn’t want you…it burns. Bev frowned slightly and Bill felt like he needed to rush to clarify. “I j-just…I wish t-things were different. It’s not t-that you a-and Richie d-don’t show me e-enough love.”

“Of course not, Bill. I know what you mean.” She said pulling him into another hug and rocking him back and forth in a soothing motion. “It’s normal for you to crave their attention and love, that doesn’t mean that you’re broken and can’t accept our love. I understand.”

“T-thanks, Ginger Babe.” He sniffled, and Bev smiled at him brightly with the mention of his nickname for her. She brushed some of Bill’s hair out of his face in another soothing manner.

“One last thing before we join the party again…you’re our glue, Denbrough. I need you to know that. With the Losers Club. With our trio, we wouldn’t work without you. Without your kind heart and courageous soul. You make us all better.” She told him sincerely, and Bill could feel the warmth spreading through his chest.

He pressed his lips against Bev’s and she returned the kiss quickly, pouring her love and trust for him into the kiss. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads together.

“Well damn, now I know why you were missing from the party. Getting all warm and cozy in the Uris house and you didn’t bother to invite me!” Richie joked as he entered the room and sat down next to Bill. He picked up on Bill’s red rimmed eyes quickly and shot Bev a look to make sure that they were okay, she nodded at him subtly. “So, Stan wants us to leave in about fifteen. The moms are stocking our vehicles with food right now and then we are going to do our last hugs and goodbyes. Mom and Dad want to talk to you, Bill.” Richie told him and Bill seemed to straighten up a bit, nodding.

“Okay. W-we should go t-then and not keep t-them waiting.” Bill said, lifting Bev off of his lap easily and setting her back on her feet. Richie tilted Bill’s head back towards him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “W-what was that for?” Bill asked, quirking his eyebrow in confusion.

“Because I love you more than words, William.” Richie told him in a gentle voice that made butterflies erupt in Bill’s stomach. He then followed that sweet gesture up by slapping Bill’s ass and running out of the room before Bill could get back at him.

Bill found Maggie and Wentworth easily when he returned to the main room. He could tell that they had been waiting for him, and it made his nerves act up even more. They had done so much for him, and it worried him now that they wanted to talk to him alone like this. They waved him over, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked over to them.

“M-mr. and Mrs. Tozier.” He greeted them politely when he reached them, head still ducked a little.

“Bill, how many times do we have to tell you that it’s Maggie and Wentworth. You’re part of the family.” Maggie told him sincerely, resting her hand on his shoulder and Bill flushed a little. He nodded in understanding and she hummed in response.

“We want to make sure that you have everything you need for New York.” Wentworth cut in, and Bill lifted his eyes to meet his, asking for clarification. “You didn’t come to us with a whole lot, and you know as well as we do that Richie is taking way too much with him…”

“HEY! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS BEING TOO PREPARED DADDY-O!” Richie called from where he was apparently eavesdropping a few feet away. All three of them whipped their heads towards him in slight disbelief that he would interrupt a private moment like that.

“Richard, you are not too old…Just butt out, Kid.” That seemed to be enough to deter Richie from listening in on their conversation or interrupting again. Wentworth took a deep breath to calm his nerves and to focus back on his conversation with Bill. “Like I was saying, Bill, Maggie and I want to send you off to school with a little something that will help you with your writing.” Maggie pulled a wrapped box off of a table behind her and held it out for Bill.

“W-what? No, you d-didn’t have to get m-me anything. You t-took me in…” He trailed off as Maggie gave him another warm smile and pressed the box into his hands. It was a bit heavy and he frowned at that. He set it down and worked on tearing the paper off. He felt tears well up in his eyes when he saw what it was. The words Apple PowerBook 540C were shocking to him. “Oh my God.” He breathed out.

“It’s a portable computer. You can type all of your stories out on it and then save them on disks. The gentleman at the store assured me that this would be perfect for you.” Maggie explained, and Bill set the box down carefully, pulling her into a hug as a few tears slipped down his face.

“T-thank you.” He breathed out and she held his shaking form tighter until he pulled back to give Wentworth a hug as well. “You g-guys are s-so amazing. I d-don’t know what I d-did to deserve y-you.” He told them, still in disbelief.

“You’re our son now, William. You don’t have to do anything to deserve what you need.” Wentworth told him, and Maggie nodded in agreement. Bill ducked his head again and scuffed the toe of his shoe across the carpet, his thoughts of his birth parents from earlier flooding his mind, and he realized how right Bev had been. Biology wasn’t what was important, it is actions that matter more. He took a deep breath.

“Uhm, I’ve w-wanted to ask y-you this f-for a l-little bit…” He started, and Maggie looked at him a little concerned, so he just steeled his nerves and continued. “W-would it be o-okay if I c-called you Mom a-and Dad?” He asked, his stutter increasing with his nerves in this stressful admission.  

“Oh Bill, of course!” Maggie clapped her hands over her mouth, tears of happiness making their way into her eyes. “I would love that, I really would.” She told him before pulling him into another hug. Wentworth patted him on the back, a look of pride in his own eyes.

“Well, Son, it looks like everyone else is packing up and saying their goodbyes, so let’s get you and this computer out into the truck.” He told him and Bill nodded, lifting the box and holding it to his chest. Richie was waiting for them by the front door.

“Damn, Billy. What do you have there?” Richie asked, eyes widening as he read the words on the box. “You bought him a computer? You wouldn’t even buy me a new walkman!” Richie squawked, and Bill rolled his eyes. He knew that Richie didn’t actually begrudge him, they both loved each other too much for that.

“Uh huh, and what exactly happened to your last walkman, Richard?” Wentworth asked and Richie’s snappy reply died in his throat.

“Alright, Father. I can not fight you on that point.” Richie conceded. “I’ll just have to borrow Bill’s.” He said.

“So t-that mine c-could meet a s-similar fate?” Bill asked with a raise of his eyebrows and Richie stuck his tongue out at him. Bill secured his new computer in the cab of his truck, helping Bev to climb up into the truck as well since she was holding a container of dozens of cookies, before he turned back to the Toziers.

“I guess it is time to say goodbye…” Richie started, and Bill could see that his cocky exterior was starting to melt away. He was going to miss his parents more than he could say. They hadn’t always understood him, but they had supported him. “Mom.” He croaked before pulling her into a hug. She held him close, and stroked up and down his back like she had when he was a child, though he was much taller now.

“T-thanks for e-ev-verything, Dad.” Bill said before holding his hand out for a shake like the men in his family had always done, but this was met with a slight eye roll as Wentworth pulled him into another hug. When they pulled back Richie shot him a look of question that also held pride and love, before they swapped parents for hugs. “I l-love you, Mom. T-thank you.” Bill told Maggie as she hugged him, with just the same warmth as she had hugged Richie with.

“I love you too, Bill. I love both of you boys so much.” She said pulling them both into a group hug. Wentworth let out a slight chuckle at the sight and quickly snapped a picture with his camera.

“Okay, okay. Time for you two to go.” He told them and they all nodded, pulling away from Maggie. “Now this isn’t forever, we will be coming down to the city in three weeks to see Bill’s first game, and you will be back here for Thanksgiving.” He told them, and they all knew that it was true, but that this was still a major step.

“You’re right.” Richie said with a smile, and they all headed over to the truck. Richie and Bill slid into their seats and buckled up.

“Bye, Bev. I wish you all of the luck, Sweetheart. You take care of our boys, they need a strong woman to guide them, and you my dear fit the bill.” Maggie said through the open window, and Bev smiled back at her in thanks. “You have a safe drive, and one of you call me when you get settled in tomorrow night. Let me know that you are safe and alive.”

“Of c-course, Mom.” Bill told her, liking the way that it rolled off of his tongue and the feeling of having parents who cared about him again. He backed carefully out of the driveway, waving at everyone one last time before they were on their way.

Bill followed Mike’s car, careful not to lose sight of it, as they headed out of Derry and towards their future.

-*-

“LAND! SOLID LAND!” Richie cried as he flung himself out of the truck and onto the pavement of the sidewalk outside of their apartment building. It was late, just after midnight, but they still had to get all of their things up to their apartment before they could park the vehicles in the garage and actually get some rest.

“Bev, b-baby it’s time to w-wake up. We’re h-here.” Bill said gently, trying to coax her out of her sleep. She had curled up between the two of them and fallen asleep with her head against Bill’s shoulder sometime while they were driving through Connecticut. Her eyes started fluttering open and she groaned as she came back to the world of the living. “T-there’s my s-sweet Ginger Babe.” Bill said with a smile, looking down at her fondly.

“Mmmm, Billy, What time is it?” She groaned, blinking a few times, before letting out a small yawn. Bill tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

“Just after m-midnight.” Bill told her and she nodded. She diverted her attention to where Richie was talking to Stan and Eddie in front of the truck. Mike, Vic, and Ben were already working on unloading what they could from Mike’s SUV.

“We should get to it then, get all of our things upstairs before we all collapse from sleep exhaustion.” Bev suggested, shooting Bill a wink. He nodded and they both slid out of the truck.

As a team they decided that Richie would stay down on the street to police the area and make sure that no one took their things or vehicles while they were upstairs. It was Stan’s idea and honestly the rest of them agreed. Sleep deprived Richie was even raunchier and more aggressively inappropriate than regular Richie. So they all decided for their sanity and the swiftness of their mission that the rest of them would just ferry all of the luggage upstairs.

They were split into two apartments right across the hall from each other on the top floor of the apartment building. The couples had been assigned to the two bedroom apartment while Mike, Ben, and Vic got the three bedroom apartment, glad to each have their own room and space.

“Holy shit.” Bev gasped as she opened the door to their apartment. It was even better than they could have imagined, and it was theirs. It was all brick interiors, with a staircase that led up to a balcony with rooftop access. The bedrooms were on opposite sides of the apartment, and they both had their own bathrooms. There was a decent sized kitchen and eating area, that already had a table. It might be a tight fit with all eight of them, but Losers Club dinners were a must. There was also a big comfy couch and two chairs set up, they just needed to add a television. It had all the essentials, they just had to add the love, and there was no shortage of that with them.

“It’s perfect.” Eddie said from his spot beside her, and the two of them looked at each other and shared a smile.

“Alright, as happy as I love seeing you both, and you know that it truly thaws my cold heart, can we get everything inside the apartment so that we can sleep? Please?” Stan asked, cutting in as he set a few of his and Eddie’s bags on the floor.

“I a-agree with, Stan. B-bed sounds g-good.” Bill said with a yawn, and both Eddie and Bev melted a little at the sight of how cute it was. They nodded and quickly dropped off their loads before heading back down to the vehicles.

It was one thirty when all eight of them had finally managed to get all of their possessions into the building and Mike and Bill went to park their vehicles in their assigned spots under the building.

Bev and Richie made the bed while they waited for Bill, piling pillows and soft quilts and blankets on top of it just the way they liked. They had just finished when Bill walked into their bedroom and closed the door behind him.

“Come to bed, Baby.” Richie cooed, and Bill nearly flung himself into his arms. Richie held him close to his chest while Bev headed into the bathroom to change. She took her time brushing her teeth and washing her face. Enjoying the feeling of doing it in HER space for once. She slipped a nightie over her head and walked back into the bedroom.

“Aww.” She let out as she took in the sight in front of her. Bill and Richie were curled around each other, fast asleep in their bed. Bev wished that she had her camera readily available to capture the moment, but settled for the mental memory instead. She set the alarm clock for all three of them, they all had orientations in the morning that they had to be at no matter how late they had gotten to bed.

She pulled back the sheet to slide in, and pulled the blankets back over the boys and herself before snuggling right up to them. Richie threw his arm around her in his sleep and she smiled doing the same to him as Bill laid sandwiched in between them.

-*-

Bev took a look at the building in front of her. Parsons School of Design. She couldn’t believe it, fashion was her dream, it had been for so long and now she was so close. She walked towards the door, and was jared when a much larger body ran into hers.

“Ah fuck.” She let out as she landed against the pavement, the skin on the palms of her hands were scraped and she felt discombobulated.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” A voice was telling her, she looked up to see a man around her age, with slicked back brown hair and clothes that screamed that they were designer. He reached a hand down to help pull her to her feet, and Bev gratefully accepted.

“It’s totally fine, I should have been watching where I was going.” Bev nodded to him slightly, trying to smooth out her outfit and accessing the damage.

“Well, I should have been more focused on walking then staring at this pretty redhead that was in front of me.” The guy said with a smirk, and Bev quirked an eyebrow at him. Was this dude seriously hitting on her right now? “I’m Tom, Tom Rogan.” He said, holding his hand out for her to shake.

“Beverly Marsh.” She supplied, shaking his hand. She could see that more people were heading inside the school now. “Well I should get going, I have orientation. It was nice meeting you.”

“Oh, you go here too. Awesome. Maybe we can sit together.” Tom suggested, already moving towards the steps of the building. Bev nodded and followed him into the building. She figured that there was no harm in sitting next to him for a little bit.

-*-

“Billlllllllllllllllll.” Richie groaned as they walked quickly across the NYU campus towards the building that was housing the beginning program for the welcome weekend orientation. They had gotten a bit of a late start, well in terms of Stan’s predetermined schedule, and now the seven of them were rushing to get to their seats and packets before the auditorium got too packed.

“Richie, you a-are not d-dying.” Bill told him again, as he grabbed his hand and pulled him along. Richie groaned again, but didn’t say anything more, trying to conserve his energy to actually breathe. He really needed to lay off the cigarettes.

“Oof, we are here!” Mike announced, a signature smile spreading across his face. “And we got some exercise in. Doesn’t that feel great, boys?” He asked and received groans from Richie and Vic.

“Yeah, we are definitely getting you two on workout regimes. You could always come on runs with Eddie and I in the mornings.” Ben said, patting Vic on his back from where he was hunched over and gasping for breath. “You’re a dance major…isn’t physical endurance a big part of that?” He asked and Vic flipped him off before righting himself and looking far more composed than he had seconds before.

“Let’s go ahead and head in.” Eddie said, ending the conversation before it turned into an argument and ending his boyfriend’s fidgeting beside him. They all nodded and followed him into the lobby, separating only to find the tables that housed their packets by alphabetical order, then joining back up as they found seats together in the semi crowded auditorium. They had only been sitting a few minutes, before Bill noticed that Richie was worrying at his lip and bouncing his leg.

“Babe, a-are you okay?” He asked, and Richie snapped out of his own thoughts, turning towards his boyfriend with a pouty look on his face.

“I miss Bev.” He let out, and Bill cocked his head to the side a bit at that admission. “I know, I know, that sounds stupid because we just saw her this morning, but…she won’t be going through this whole experience with us. She’s going to have her own experience. What if she realizes that we aren’t worth her time while she’s meeting all of those fancy designers…?” Richie frowned further at that thought.

“It’s g-going to be okay, Rich. Even h-here at NYU w-we will have d-different experiences. W-we won’t a-all be together.” Bill explained and Richie’s lip began to quiver at the thought. “No no no, t-that’s not w-what I meant, Richie.” He tried to sooth. But got an elbow in the ribs from Stan telling him to hush so that he could pay attention. Richie didn’t look like his mood was improving, so Bill’ grabbed his hand and rubbed circles over it with his thumb.

They had made it about an hour through the three hour presentation when Richie began squirming in his seat again, and Bill looked over at him with furrowed eyebrows. They had turned the lights down so that the main focus would be on the speaker on the stage, but Bill could see the unfortunately familiar look of sadness written across Richie’s features. He gulped and turned to Stan.

“Richie and I h-have to step o-out for a m-minute.” He whispered, and Stan looked at him concerned, before Bill shook his head. “Everything is f-fine, just t-take notes for m-me?” He asked and Stan nodded in affirmation that he would, Bill grabbed Richie’s hand, pulling him up as they both crouched and tried to exit the auditorium without disrupting too many people.

They made it out into the lobby but there were still too many people, so he kept tugging him down a long hallway until he found a men’s restroom. He checked under the stalls to make sure they were alone before turning on his heel to find Richie slumped over, leaning against the sinks.

“Okay, t-talk to me, Baby.” Bill said, smoothing his hands over his jeans as he approached Richie. Richie didn’t answer him, just stayed in the same position. “Richie, I c-can’t fix it if I d-don’t know what’s g-going on.” He tried again, and Richie finally lifted his head to look at him.

“Everything is moving so fast. My head is spinning.” Richie muttered, and Bill had to grab him before he slid down onto the questionable tiled floor. “What if everything changes? What if you and Bev get tired of me? You end up together, or you meet people in your majors and decide that you like them more? I’m an anxious mess because Bev is fifteen minutes away starting her life, why would you want to be with someone like that?” He finished, his eyes glazing over with tears.

“Hey, I’m n-not going to p-pretend to know w-what the future will h-hold, but I can t-tell you that we w-will always be t-together. I will n-never stop l-loving you or Bev. I’m in t-this for the l-long haul. You c-can ask Bev but I’m s-sure that she w-will say the s-same.” Bill told him, and Richie nodded but Bill could tell that his words hadn’t fully hit him yet. “Richie, Baby, w-what can I do t-to make you f-feel better?” Bill asked, resting his hands on Richie’s hips. Richie glazed over eyes suddenly had a wicked glint in them.

“Mmmm, you really want to know?” Richie asked with surprising clarity in his voice, and Bill groaned slightly.

“Richie, are you f-fuh-fucking serious right now? A m-minute ago you w-were in a d-depressive episode and n-now you’re horny?” Bill scoffed, stepping back to cross his arms over his chest and look at Richie.

“I’m sorry? You know that I can’t help it. Plus you telling me that you’ll always love me, that’s super sexy.” Richie reasoned and Bill rolled his eyes again.

“Confession of l-love equals h-hookup in b-bathroom? You d-do realize that w-we are m-missing the orientation p-presentation right now, right?” Bill asked and Richie had the decency to at least look somewhat ashamed.

“You’re really hot when you’re tired of my bullshit.” Richie muttered, leaning forward until he was in Bill’s space. Bill pinched the bridge of his nose trying to regain his composure.

“B-big stall, let’s g-go.” He instructed and Richie nearly squealed with excitement. Bill locked the stall door behind him and pushed Richie up against the tiled wall. “You are g-going to be s-super quiet? Understand?” He asked, and Richie nodded, miming that he was zipping his lips.

Bill sighed once more before dropping to his knees in front of Richie. Richie gasped at the implication, and tilted his head back so that it was resting against the wall. Bill undid the button of Richie’s ripped jeans and slid them down his legs just to mid thigh, he pushed Richie’s undershirt up his stomach and motioned for Richie to keep it up. Richie did as he was instructed to do and moved his neon printed hawaiian shirt out of the was as well.

Richie’s groin was still clothed in his gray boxer briefs and Richie groaned out a little in frustration. Bill pressed his index finger over his lips, warning Richie to be quiet, before he began mouthing the tip of Richie’s cock through the thin material. He pulled back after a moment and hummed in satisfaction at the wet spot that had formed where the tip of Richie’s swollen cock was poking through the briefs. Richie moaned at the loss of sensation.

Bill hooked his fingers in the elastic of the waistband and pulled it down slowly, until it joined Richie’s jeans. Richie’s cock sprang free, in all of its rock hard glory. Richie sighed in relief, but it got tangled with a choked out moan when Bill grasped the based of his cock in his hand, squeezing as he stroked up and down a few times.

“Fuck, Bill. Do it, Baby. Please.” Richie cried out, and Bill dropped his hand from Richie’s dick, warning him to be more quiet. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet.” Richie whisper promised, and Bill grasped his cock again.

He let his breath ghost over the sensitive slit, and let let his tongue dip in, ever so slightly, collecting a pearly drop of precum on his tongue. He moaned quietly at the taste, and slid his lips down, only around the head and hollowed his cheeks out. Richie writhed at the sensation, biting his fist to keep him from making noise.

Bill let his tongue toy with the sensitive ridge under the head of Richie’s cock before sliding his mouth all the way down Richie’s shaft, until he could feel him pushing down his throat. He swallowed around Richie’s cock before pulling back and sliding down again. He repeated the motion over and over again, hollowing out his cheeks as he went, to make it tighter and more pleasurable for Richie. He reached his hand up to cup Richie’s balls, rolling them gently between his fingers.

He could feel how close Richie was getting now. Richie’s had one hand in a fist that he was biting, and his other hand was wound in Bill’s hair, urging him to take him deeper and faster. He let Richie slide further down his throat and stayed there, pressing his finger against Richie’s perineum, and then Richie was cumming in thick long ropes down Bill’s throat. Bill waited until he had swallowed all of Richie’s cum before he pulled off, and stood up. He felt slightly light headed and his neck felt stiff.

Richie pulled his boxers and jeans back up, as Bill moved his head back and forth, trying to pop his neck to get some relief. He stepped out of the stall and began washing his hands. Richie joined him as he cupped his hand and brought some of the water to his mouth, swishing it around before spitting it out. He repeated the action once more and checked his appearance in the mirror to make sure that he didn’t look obviously disheveled. When he deemed himself acceptable, he met Richie at the door and they headed back down the hallways through the lobby and into the auditorium.

“Are you fucking serious, Bill?” Stan asked in disgust when they had returned to their seats. He dug through his bag for something before offering a small metal container to Bill. “Oh my God, here take a mint. If you think that you’re getting my notes because you had to go get your boyfriend off you’ve got another thing coming. Absolutely ridiculous.”

When the presentation was over they were all split into tour groups based on the field of study that they would be entering. Richie was grateful that he got to spend the rest of the day in a group with Vic, happy to not be all by himself, but he couldn’t wait to be home with his loves again.

-*-

“BEV! You’re back! Thank God!” Richie screamed as she walked through the door of the apartment, he flung himself over the couch and ran to her grabbing her in his arms and swinging her through the air. She let out a little giggle, and smiled up at him when he put her back down.

“Glad to see me?” She asked him, and he nodded enthusiastically. She turned to Bill who shook his head and she knew there was more to this story. “Richie, you couldn’t have possibly missed me. We were apart for like six hours.” She told him as she moved towards their room so that she could kick off her heels and take off her bra. Bill and Richie followed her, closing their door behind them.

“Marshmallow, I missed you, give me snuggles.” Richie said with a pout as he flopped himself on their bed. Bev let out a snort as she turned to Bill again.

“Has he been like this all day long?” Bev asked, slipping her shirt over her head. She unclasped her bra and sighed in relief.

“Y-you have no i-idea, Babe.” Bill sighed, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face, and letting his hand grace her shoulder. “Richie m-missed you so much t-that he c-co-omplained the entire w-walk to campus, then f-freaked out during the p-presentation so that I would t-take him out of the a-au-uditorium, and then w-when I tried to get h-him to talk to me in the b-bathroom, he propositioned m-me and wouldn’t s-st-top pouting until I buh-blew him, all in the n-name of r-relieving his sadness.”

There was a silent pause for about ten seconds before Bev let out a howl of laughter and collapsed against Bill’s chest, laughing so hard that she couldn’t support herself. Bill helped Bev to the bed so that she could roll around on the mattress in hysterics. Bill couldn’t help laughing a bit at her reaction, it was a little ridiculous but charming in a way that only Bev could be. Richie sat on the bed pouting at his partners with his arms crossed as they laughed at him.

“Nice guys, I was really upset and you are laughing at me. Like it’s so absurd to be worried about our status now that our surroundings have changed!” He huffed and Bev stopped laughing at once.

“Richie, you have nothing to worry about. We are all still together, just because I’m going to a school a few miles down the road doesn’t change anything. Stop worrying so much.” Bev told him, running a hand through his unruly curls.

“But I can’t stop worrying because I loooooooooooove you. I love both of you and I want us to be together always.” Richie said, a tad petulant not unlike a child.

“Please, Rich. If anything you two will get tired of me.” Bev confessed, ducking her head slightly. Bill and Richie sucked in breathes at that admission, they thought that they had done a good job at making sure that Bev knew how they felt about her.

“Bev, w-we are never g-going to get tired of y-you.” Bill assured her, sitting down on the bed next to her. Richie nodded in agreement, but Bev still looked unsure. Richie and Bill looked at each other, they knew exactly how to make their girl feel loved.

“You don’t believe us when we tell you, Baby, so how about you let us show you? I mean, here we are in our New York apartment with a view…seems only right that we break it in. Don’t you think, Bill?“ Richie suggested smoothly, and Bill nodded.

“I t-think the p-perfect way w-would to make our girl c-cum so many t-times that she can’t e-even remember her own n-name or ours. W-would you like t-that, Baby Girl?” Bill asked and Bev groaned in anticipation, she knew that they would make good on their promise.

“Fuck yes, let’s make this place really ours.” Her words were met with two wicked smiles from her boys.

“Okay, Baby Girl, lay back.” Richie instructed.

Bev did as she was told, resting her head on their plush stack of pillows. Richie smiled down at her, pressing a heated kiss to her lips. Bill ran his fingertips lightly down the valley between her breasts, watching as goosebumps rose on her skin.

Bev did as she was told, resting her head on their plush stack of pillows. Richie smiled down at her, pressing a heated kiss to her lips. Bill ran his fingertips lightly down the valley between her breasts, watching as goosebumps rose on her skin.

“You k-know, Bev. There’s b-been something I’ve w-wanted to try…” Bill started and Bev groaned pulling away from her kiss with Richie to pay attention to what Bill was saying. “I heard t-that if you d-do it just r-right, you can m-make a girl cum j-just from playing w-with her nipples.” He said, mouth curling into a smirk.

“Fuuuuuuck, Billy. Please. I want to try.” Bev moaned, and Bill chuckled slightly. He pulled a small bottle of lavender massage oil out of the pocket of his duffle bag. Richie busied himself by starting to kiss and suck on Bev’s neck, just the way she liked it. Bev tried to focus as she watched “You really had that waiting in there? Is there lube and condoms in there too?” Bev teased with a quirk of her eyebrow. Bill rolled his eyes, of course he had those on hand as well, but that was beside the point.

“Do you w-want to sit here and b-be snarky or h-have me play with y-your nips until y-you are screaming o-out and creaming your p-panties?” Bill asked, and Bev’s eyes went wide, face begging him to please her. “That’s w-what I thought.” He said smugly, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Bill pulled back and drizzled some of the oil on the fingertips of his right hand rubbing them together to warm the oil slightly, before spreading some to his left hand as well. Bev moaned deeply as Richie began sucking just above her pulse point, driving her wild. Bill gently cupped Bev’s right breast and began massaging it lightly. Kneading the mound in his hand. He did the same with his left, both hands working her at the same time. He began lightly running the fingers of his right hand around her breast, tracing her areola and the curve underneath, but never her nipple, building the sensations and pleasure until her right nipple was hard and peaked. Bev arched her back off the bed. She was held mostly in place by Richie, who was still assaulting her neck.

“Ugh, fuck, Bill, please.” Bev moaned, and Bill knew that he had her in the perfect spot. He let his thumb run across her nipple ever so slightly and she nearly howled from the feeling. Bill smirked before dropping his head down and taking her erect nipple in his mouth and began sucking on it. He paid special attention to Bev’s breathing judging how wound up she was. He pulled back slightly and blew a cool breath over her wet nipple. “Ohhhh, ohhhh fuuuuuck.” Bev bit out. Bill began to squeeze her nipple as he moved to the other side, once again taking her sensitive bud in his mouth and suckling on it.

Bev had tears in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how close she was to toppling over the edge, she just needed a little more. She closed her eyes, letting the pleasure wash over her, and then Richie’s lips were gone from her neck and she felt wet mouths on both of her nipples, sucking and grazing their teeth over her sensitive peaks. She felt as if her core was vibrating, her pelvic muscles tensing, and then she was cumming. She let out a long moan, and Bill and Richie pressed soft kisses to her boobs before pulling away from the sensitive flesh.

Richie pulled Bill in for a hot kiss, hovering above Bev’s heaving chest. She watched as Richie’s tongue slipped into Bill’s mouth, and Bill tilted his head giving him more leverage. They pulled back after another few moments, breathing hard in each other’s faces, eyes clouded with lust. Richie turned his head to look at Bev.

“That was one, Baby Girl. Are you ready for another?” He asked, already moving down her body to work open the zipper on her skirt. Bill busied himself by pulling his own shirt over his head, wiping the remnants of the massage oil on it.

“Yes, please, Richie.” Bev moaned out before pulling Bill half on top of her so that she could ravage his lips with her own. Richie pulled Bev’s skirt off and let his fingers trace the lacey edge of her panties, before tugging those down her legs as well. He dropped them to the floor and Bev spread her legs wide for him.

Richie pressed light kisses down the insides of her thighs, tickling her sensitive skin with his fresh stubble. He made his way to her sweet center, pressing a kiss to her clit, and watched as her hips lifted off the bed, trying to follow his mouth. Richie wasted no more time and latched his mouth onto her clit, sucking the sensitive button of nerves in his mouth and flicking over it mercilessly with his tongue. Bev broke her kiss with Bill to let out another high pitched moan, hips bucking as he overworked her.

Richie didn’t let up, he kept up his brutal pace, balancing Bev just on the edge of painful and pleasurable. Her legs were shaking as they moved to close around his head. Bill pulled away from their kiss and moved down the bed, helping to hold her legs apart so Richie could continue. After another moment, Bev felt the spasms of orgasm take over her body for the second time, her pussy pulsing leaking more of her juices. Richie pulled off quickly, and then before she had even had time to breath, Bill was fucking into her pussy with his tongue.

Bev bucked her hips, as Bill lapped up all that her body would give him. He pulled back from her and blew a teasing breath over her clit, watching with fascination as it twitched in interest.

“That was two, Marshmallow, and Bill is about to pull out a third. How are you feeling, Darling?” Richie asked sweetly, checking in on their girl. Bev’s face and chest were flushed with arousal, her eyes clouded over with lust, giving into pleasure and how her body was aching for everything they would give her.

“You…you’re both…make me feel so good.” Bev gasped, trying to form words, but her brain couldn’t focus on anything but Bill’s tongue. “M-make me yours.” She cried out finally.

Bill let his tongue trace over her clit lightly. He stiffened his tongue and began to make determined movements. W. Bev’s hips twitched trying to get closer. I. Richie pressed a hot kiss to Bev’s mouth swallowing her moans. L. Bev’s brain started to connect what Bill was doing with his tongue, struggling to keep up. L. Bill traced another letter across her clit with the tip of his tongue. I. Bev could feel the coil tightening in her stomach again. A. Bill was tracing his name on her, staking his claim. M. The final letter marked Bev’s third orgasm, her swollen clit twitching as her muscles tightened again and again, contracting with release.

Bill immediately pulled back and plunged one finger into the hot heat of Beverly’s pussy, pumping in and out easily with how slick she was. He added another finger, and she squirmed with how oversensitive her body was.

“T-that was t-three. H-how are you d-doing, Babe. T-talk to me.” Bill let out, pumping hard and fast into her heat with his long fingers.

“Jesus fuck. Good. God, Bill.” Bev let out, and Bill nodded, thrusting a third finger in beside his other two and crooked his fingers, searching her inner walls for her spot. He knew that he had found it as soon as he saw her legs start to shake again, and he crooked his fingers once more and nailed the spot with pressure, pushing Bev over the edge and giving her her fourth orgasm of the evening. “Ahhhhhh. Holy.”

“What d-do you t-think, Rich?” Bill asked, pulling his fingers out of Bev and turning his attention to Richie. Richie hummed in response, to show that he was listening. “S-should we let h-her off the hook yet? She’s t-taken four so b-beautifully.” Richie seemed to think it over for a few seconds, watching Bev’s face before he shook his head.

“Nahhhhhhh. She can take more.” Richie let out, and Bill nodded in agreement. Bev moaned from her position on the bed at the thought of even more.

“H-hands and knees, Girlie.” Bill instructed, and Bev scrambled to do so. “Richie, y-you can go f-first.” Bill said, before obscenely licking Bev’s remaining juices from his fingers and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs, leaving him fully naked. Richie moved behind Bev, having already shed his clothing and slid a condom down his length while Bill was working on fingering her, and Bill positioned himself in front of Bev.

Bill pushed the tip of his cock against Bev’s lips, forcing it into her waiting mouth. As soon as she had taken him in, Richie was thrusting into her pussy from behind. Bev let out a scream like moan from the feeling as she tried to keep Bill in her mouth. Bill and Richie began to work in a coordinated rhythm, thrusting in at the same time on their respective ends of Bev so that they could share kisses.

Richie began thrusting harder and deeper in Bev, pulling her legs wider to get better access. The overstimulation of her body was becoming too much for Bev, she could feel every stroke as her body throbbed. Desperate for release and rest at the same time. Richie pumped in three more times before Bev’s whole body shook and she was cumming for the fifth time. Bill pulled out of her mouth and braced her so that she didn’t fall face first into the mattress.

“Y-you’re okay, Princess. We’ve g-got you.” Bill soothed her, as she buried her face in his shoulder. Richie pulled Bev up, and pressed sweet kisses to her face and neck. Bill laid down flat on the bed, sliding a condom down over his length before beginning to stroke his hard cock lazily as he watched Richie comfort Bev.

“Okay, Bev, you’re going to sit on Bill’s fat cock now, you’re going to make him feel really good, Baby Girl. You’ve done five already, I think you can handle a few more.” Bev’s eyes went wide at the suggestion.

“I don’t…I can’t…it’s too much.” Bev sobbed out, and Bill sat up immeadiatley looking worried that they had overdone it, asked too much of her body. He rubbed his thumb over her cheeks, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“We c-can be d-done now, Baby.” Bill assured, always putting Bev’s needs and comfort above his, like he should. Bev shook her head slightly, and Bill cocked his eyebrow at her in confusion. “W-what’s your color, Princess?” He asked. Bev took a deep breath.

“Green. Lay back, Billy. I’m good, I want to make you feel good.” Bev said, and Bill still looked unsure, but did what she asked him to. Richie helped her get into position, lifting her up so that she could straddle Bill. He held his cock in position so that Bev could slide down on it with a loud moan. “Fuuuuuuuck, you’re so big, Bill.” She let out, and Bill smiled brightly up at her. Richie rolled his eyes slightly and Bill’s reaction, he didn’t need any more fuel to the ‘Big Bill’ debate.

Richie sat behind Bev, straddling Bill’s legs and placed his hands on her hips, helping her move up and down in rhythm as she rode him. Lifting her up so that she could drop back down on his thick cock. Bev could feel his pubic bone rub against her raw clit ever time she slid down, she ground into it with more determination, feeling like her body was on fire. The stimulation had her cumming again in no time, crying out as her body contracted and squeezed around Bill.

Richie kept one arm around her, forcing her to continue riding Bill. Bev did so easily, taking deep breaths as she braced herself with one hand holding Richie’s arm where it was supporting her, and the other resting on Bill’s chest.

Bill lifted one of his hands to lace his fingers with Bev’s, letting it stay rested on his chest. With his other hand he traced over her left nipple slightly, tweaking the bud between his index finger and thumb. Beverly moaned out at the feeling.

Richie pressed a kiss to her shoulder before he pulled back from her. His hands made their way to her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and watching Bill’s cock disappear into her pussy over and over again. Richie squeezed some lube onto his fingers, making sure that three of them were coated nicely. He began to circle her second hole with his lubed up index finger, and Bev let out a long whine. He eased his first finger in to the knuckle, careful to let her get used to the feeling of being plugged in both holes before he pulled his finger out slightly and thrusted back in with more ease.

Bev’s thighs were shaking again, her chest heaving in exhaustion, clinging to Bill like he was her only lifeline. Richie started thrusting his finger in a bit more freely, pushing deeper inside of her with his long fingers. Bev was overwhelmed by the feeling of being so full and her body released once again, cumming on Bill’s cock for the second time in ten minutes. Bev fell forward, truly exhausted, but still impaled on Bill’s cock with Richie’s finger in her ass.

Bill wound his arms around her, staying very still, and cradling her to his chest. He began running his fingers through her pretty red curls, whispering sweet nothings to her. Bev buried her face into the crook of Bill’s neck, enjoying the sweet intimacy of it, while he was still hard inside of her and Richie was thrusting two fingers in and out of her, preparing her ass to take his cock. On one thrust she scrunched up her face and whimpered from the sensitivity, Bill turned his head to look at her, making sure that she was okay.

“I’m okay, Billy…it’s a lot, but I’m okay…I promise.” She whispered, looking into his concerned blue eyes. “I would…I would tell you if it was too much.” She promised again and Bill nodded, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

Richie hummed in satisfaction at how stretched Bev was, and pulled back, coating his bare cock with a generous amount of lube. He moved back into position, running a soothing hand down Beverly’s spine.

“Are you ready to take me now, Bev?” He asked, and Bev nodded towards him before clinging tighter to Bill. Richie placed the head of his cock against her second hole, letting the head stretch the gaping muscle even more before he began to push in slowly. “Ah ahhh ahhhhh.” Bev cried into Bill’s neck. Her body overworked and tired.

“You’re o-okay, Princess. I’ve g-got you. You’re okay.” Bill told her over and over again, staying calm and still within her, letting Richie thrust in and out of her ass slowly and do most of the work. Bev pulled back slightly, resting her hands on Bill’s shoulders and trying to adjust her hips to be more comfortable. Bill rubbed his thumb gently over her nipple, her tits plump and swollen with her arousal. He dropped his thumb down between her legs, rubbing circles over her swollen clit. He eased her towards the edge again, and Bev barely felt herself tightening around Bill and Richie’s cocks while another orgasm burned through her body, her entire being shaking and muscles taught.

“Come on baby, we are so close, you can give us one more right?” Richie asked, pulling Bev up to hold her tight to his chest, helping her bounce up and down on their cocks. Bev nodded, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, overcome by the pleasure of being taken apart so many times by her boys.

Richie thrusted in and out of her a few more times before he was pumping his creamy load deep in her ass. He pulled out only as his aftershocks ceased, allowing Bill to begin thrusting up into her, far more gently now, constantly checking in for her comfort. Then Richie’s tongue was at her hole, licking his cum up as it began to drip out of her spent and gaping hole. Bev screamed out at the sensation, clenching around Bill and cumming for the ninth time. In the process of reaching her climax, she pulled Bill’s orgasm out of him as well. The two of them stayed still, trying to control their breathing as Bill released his full load into the condom.

Bill lifted Bev off of his softening cock and eased her onto her back. She laid boneless and open on the bed, and Richie stroked her forehead sweetly as Bill stepped into the bathroom to grab a washcloth and dispose of his condom. Her body was flushed and weak with the force of nine orgasms having pulsed through her body.

Bill returned, easing her thighs apart so that he could clean her up. Richie joined him, and they both pressed sweet kisses to her inner thighs, taking in the sight of her two gaping hole and swollen red clit. Richie couldn’t resist, he leaned forward and licked a stripe up her abused pussy and clit, causing Bev’s thighs to spasm. Bill leaned forward as well and blew a cool breath across her clit, the simple action causing her pussy to clench once more and release with her tenth orgasm of the night.

“If you try to do that again, I will kill you. That’s enough.” Bev mumbled, burying her face deeper in the pile of pillows. Richie chuckled a little, but lifted himself to lay beside her and hold her in his arms. Bill cleaned her up carefully, wary of how sore and sensitive she was. He tossed the rag on the floor and joined the two of them on her other side, pulling their blankets over them.

Bev sighed at the feeling of being held close and sandwiched between her boys. Bill and Richie pressed soft and sweet kisses to her neck, cheeks, and head.

“You did so good for us, Bevvy. Absolutely amazing. Look how strong and beautiful you are.” Richie whispered into her hair, in awe of how special their girl was. “We love you so much, Baby Girl. So so much.” Bill hummed in agreement before he tensed slightly.

“F-fuck. I forgot to c-call Mom and Dad.” He said, looking over at Richie who just rolled his eyes at him.

“We just made our Princess fall apart ten times and you are thinking of our parents…Jesus Christ, William. I am disappointed. Just call them in the morning.” Richie muttered and Bill went to snark but was cut off by Bev.

“If they are both of your parents now,” She started but paused to let out a yawn. “Does that mean that I just got fucked by brothers?” She asked, a bit deliriously with a smirk evident in her tone. Bill groaned at the thought, but Richie let out a snort.

“I think it’s best that we just go to sleep and don’t think about that too much.” He said, wrinkling his nose slightly. Bev and Bill nodded in agreement, letting their eyes close and drifted into sleep. Richie watched them for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful looks on their faces before he laid back and let sleep take him as well.

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