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antisociallilbrat · 2 years

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Kaspbrough & 11 and/or Stenbrough & 17/19 ilyyyyyy

Read on Ao3

Pj I see all those other prompt requests and I will use them, eventually.

Also this #11 "You can't save me" for Kaspbrough

Rating: G

The story of Bill and Eddie was simple. They have been in love with each other since they were old enough to understand the concept of it, Bill got drunk one night in college and confessed his feelings, and they dated, happily, for the next seven years.

After everything they’ve been through, the sewers, IT, of course, they fell in love. Eddie still had nightmares, but Bill didn’t know that. Eddie never screamed during them, instead just laid there, frozen with fear, convinced he could still smell IT’s rancid breath breathing down his neck. He’s had nightmares for years, they never stopped for him, but he’s managing.

Bill thrashes in his sleep when his mind is racing with a new nightmare. Just like he is tonight. He’s cold is the reason he wakes up, the blanket is off of him. When he looks over at Bill, he realizes Bill must have kicked their blanket.

Sweat has broken out across Bill’s skin, his nightshirt is damp and stuck to him under his armpits and at his neckline. His hair is plastered to his forehead and he looks like he’s in pain as his head twists and turns against his pillow. Bill’s hands are clenched in fists at his sides, twisting back and forth near his waist as if he was ready to lash out and punch something.

Gently Eddie shakes Bill awake, ready to jump back if Bill jolts out of the bed, as he’s done before. “Billy you gotta wake up.”

Bill doesn’t budge so Eddie shakes him a little harder, finally causing Bill’s eyes to shoot open. He sits up and bewilderedly scans the room, looking for the clown. His shoulders and back are tense, but they always are. Bill is always prepared for an attack.

Eddie has asked Bill repeatedly to talk about his nightmares over the years, to no avail. Bill feels the need to protect Eddie, even from his own mind. Much to Eddie’s annoyance.

After realizing that no leaper is lurking in the shadows, Bill relaxes just a little. Eddie sighs and gets off the bed, padding into the kitchen to get Bill a glass of water. He accepts the glass with a small ‘thanks’ and takes measured sips of it, trying to get his heart rate back to normal. Eddie sits back on their bed and waits until he’s done.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks him.

“No.”

Yeah, he could have guessed that answer. It’s hard to not get annoyed at this point. Bill is twenty-seven years old and after seven years together, he still won’t talk to him! Eddie rolls his eyes and pulls the blanket back on him, rolling over so his back is facing Bill.

Bill doesn’t say anything when he curls up behind Eddie, spooning him. He’s oblivious to Eddie’s annoyance, as always. Eddie lets Bill pull him so his back is flush against Bill’s chest. Usually, this would easily lure Eddie back to sleep but tonight he’s just glaring at an offending lamp across the room.

Wiggling out of Bill’s arms he sits back up, looking down at a confused Bill. “Why can’t you talk about it?”

Bill sighs and places a hand on his arm, “Puh-please Eddie,” he pleads, “I duh-don’t want to tuh-talk about it.”

That gets Eddie out of the bed. He doesn’t know why he’s so angry but he is. “But I do. You never talk to me! Not really, not about anything serious!” he grasps the sides of his head, “It’s like you treat me with little kid gloves, Bill!”

He regrets saying that the moment it’s out.

Bill looks even guiltier than he usually does and Eddie feels like there's a hole in his stomach. He tries to speak, opening his mouth but then shutting it a few times, his stutter starting to get the best of him. He takes a deep breath and tries again, “I duh-duh-don’t mean to, I’m suh-suh-s-sorry.”

Eddie deflates, “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. I didn’t mean that. It’s just that sometimes, sometimes it feels like that. Especially when you won’t tell me what’s going on in your head, what you’re remembering,” tears start welling up in his eyes, “I just want to help you.”

After what they went through, what that fucking clown put them through, there’s no way to really help one another but they still try. All the losers try to be there for one another, but Bill isn’t even letting him do that.

He sits up and brushes a stray tear off Eddie’s cheek, kissing him softly on the forehead. When he pulls back he looks into his eyes, and those baby blues remind Eddie of all the days he’s spent getting lost in them. “Eddie, I need you to luh-listen to m-me,” he says so steadily, “You can’t save me.”

His immediate reaction to shove against Bill, “Bullshit!” he protests, “How dare you tell me that! After all the time I’ve watched you help the other losers, help me, trying to save us from ourselves! Don't you dare tell me I can’t try to do the same for you!”

“Eddie please,” he pleads.

“No Bill! Will you just please talk to me!”

Bill doesn’t say anything for the longest time, his face sad and tired. The bags under his eyes have only gotten worse. He expects Bill to say something, but all he does is lays back down, on his side of the bed, and tries to go back to sleep.

Eddie stares in disbelief for a moment, but when Bill doesn’t move, he leaves their bedroom. The couch is uncomfortable and bad for his back, so the next night he makes sure Bill sleeps on it.

A/N: I needed a break from writing other things. Here you go Pj, I'll let you decide if Bill and Eddie are fine after this.

#bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #kasbrough #it 2017 #it chp 2

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but-we-need-a-fucken-drummer · 4 years

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The Losers Club as Things I Found In My Groupchat

Stan, out of nowhere: Oh I would absolutely ADORE being dead.

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Eddie: How many small oranges do you need to eat to die?

Bill: Wh

Eddie, after looking it up: Fucking hell. I'm not eating 11,000 oranges fuck off

Richie: i’ll eat 11000 with you

Eddie: no cause then you'll only eat

Eddie: 5500 oranges

Richie: n o we eat 22000 together

Richie: total

Eddie: o h

Eddie: alright

Bev, 4 hours later: Wheres my invite

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Richie: best pie flavor

Richie: go

Bill: uh

Bill: blueberry

Bill: wait fuck ive never had blueberry pie

Richie:

Richie: best donut flavor

Eddie: cinnamon sugar

Richie: will you marry me

Eddie: cinnamon sugar

Richie: What

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Bill: i tell you to do things because they are the rational things to do

Stan: oh how the tables have tabled

Stan: remember when i was the rational one

Bill: Yeah, can we bring that the FUCK back

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Ben, at 3 am: I've thought long and hard and I've decided I want 6 arms

Mike: Okay, so no.

Ben: Why

Bev: What the fuck???

Ben: I want to be a s p i d e r

Stan: That's not even remotely correct

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Mike: what the FUCK

Mike: do you MEAN

Mike: it WASNT zac efron sINGING IN HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

Mike: someone Answer me right Now

Mike: I Will Fucking Go Off Of The Rails If No One Debunks This I Swear

Richie: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Eddie: I Will Fucking Go Off If You Continue Typing Like This

Mike: I Do What I Want

Mike: I Am Deeply Upset

Stan: this is the LAST thing I needed

Bill: I'm literally sobbing you guys shut the FUCK up

Bev: W H A T

Ben: I hate this, I hate this

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readinglikechickensoup · 3 years

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Touch Me (I Want to be Dirty) New Chapter!!!!

Chapter Seven: Stan (The Present: Part Four) Chapter Specific TWs: OCD, disordered eating, touch aversion, spider imagery, crying, drinking, swearing, sexual content

AO3 Link

See below the cut for more information on this story.

Title: Touch Me (I want to be Dirty) Pairing: Poly Losers, Steddie-Centric (everyone will get lots of attention) Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak thought he moved on from his mother’s abuse, but when she died his trauma unexpectedly resurfaced. His fear of germs, sickness, and contamination came back with a vengeance. Unable to process his emotions and unwilling to go to therapy, Eddie struggles to let his lovers touch him, especially Richie. Stan vows to help Eddie overcome his trauma and reclaim his intimacy with the Losers. Rating: Explicit Tags (so far): Hurt/Comfort, Eddie Kaspbrak Has OCD, Eddie Kaspbrak Has Issues, Stanley Uris Has OCD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canonical Child Abuse, Sonia Kaspbrak’s A+ Parenting, Abusive Sonia Kaspbrak, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy, Working Through Problems, BDSM, Adult Losers Club (IT)Aged-Up Losers Club (IT)References to Illness, Non Graphic Vomiting, Vomiting, Brainwashing, Stomach Ache, Sickness, Donald Uris is a dick, Andrea Uris is great, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nudity, Explicit Language, Blasphemy, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Self-Medication, Bathing/Washing, InsecurityTouch Aversion, Intrusive Thoughts, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attack, Extreme Dissociation, Germaphobia, Sickness, Colds & Flu, Touch Aversion, OCD, Swearing, Dubiously Consented Squish Link on AO3

#touch me (i want to be dirty)#readinglikechickensoup #steddie #streddie #reddie #kasbrough #eddie kaspbrak #ocd #fanfiction #it fics #poly losers club #new chapter

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greekgrad07 · 4 years

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okay but after IT chapter 2 bill goes on to write about pennywise and the losers, but he doesn’t know how to describe himself as a kid. so he calls the other losers to hear how they viewed him when they were younger and that’s when he begins to realize that literally all of his friends wanted to bone him

#the losers club #it chapter one #it chapter two #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanely uris #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #bc he is a himbo #so he never realized this before #bichie #kasbrough #stenbranlon #stenbrough #billverly #denscom #hanbrough

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stenbros · 4 years

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#9 and reddie for the ask !! -jay

A kiss…in public

(jay ily even tho u bully me)

Richie sighed. There was no flour.

This is the sixth day that Walmart hasn't had any flour. All he wanted to do was make bread with Eddie but no! People had to panic buy! Who the hell buys flour during a pandemic?!

"We do." Eddie said, coming up behind him.

"Did I say that out loud?" Richie asked, embarrassed.

"Oh yeah." Eddie laughed. "Guess we'll just have to wait again."

"Maybe we can make some other kind of bread." Richie said, suggestfully. He wiggled his eyebrows and wrapped his arms around Eddies waist, pulling him away from their cart.

Eddie scoffed as flicked Richie's forehead, "You horndog."

"Only for you, Ed's." Richie leaned down and kissed Eddie.

Eddie laughed into the kiss but spotted a small child in a cart behind Richie, just staring at them. He coughed awkwardly and patted Richie's cheek, "Good talk"

Eddie took the cart and continued down the isle. "Hey! That's so unfair!" Richie whined, following after Eddie.

#reddie #stenbrough #benverly #stozier #stanlon #kasbrough #stanlonbrough #richie tozier #eddie kasbrak #finn wolfhard #jack dylan grazer #it movie 2017 #it movie 1990 #it movie 2019 #it movie #it 2019 #it 2017 #it 1990 #em writes

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soapoperaprompts · 5 years

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Just wanted to post about how beautiful and adorable Bill is and how I would pay to watch an entire film where he’s being cuddled and told how precious he is.

#bill denbrough #hanbrough #stenbrough #bichie #kasbrough #this is about adult bill i should say

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nblesbianbenhanscom · 4 years

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Kaspbrough + 28

“You’re still mad?”

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Eddie’s in the kitchen making coffee. He’s tired from the night before. The Losers had all come over for a game night that ran long because someone (Mike) had suggested they play Risk claiming it wouldn’t actually take that long to play.

Mike was a fucking liar.

The game had finally ended around two when Eddie had finally defeated the last of Bev’s troops in South America. Bill and Eddie cleaned up quietly, and brushed their teeth in silence. If Bill had been grumpy, Eddie had completely missed it. They’d fallen into bed together and Eddie had passed out quickly.

Now Bill is holed up in his office, loud music blasting from his computer speakers despite it being early. Once the coffee is ready, Eddie pours himself and Bill some coffee and goes to the office. He kicks gently at the door and waits.

As Eddie stands there, he vaguely recognizes the old ass Aerosmith song playing and he sighs.

“Bill!” He yells loudly and kicks at the door again. “Bill, I have coffee.”

The office door opens and Eddie looks up at his grumpy boyfriend.

“Hey, love,” Eddie says.

Bill just takes his coffee and starts to close the door, but Eddie puts his foot in the away.

“You’re still mad?” Eddie asks. “Bill, honey, it was-”

Bill goes back to his computer. His hair is all mussed and he’s still wearing his pyjamas. Eddie comes in, and leans on Bill’s desk, looking down at the ridiculous man.

“I have a lot of work to do,” Bill says. Eddie glances at the screen.

“Oh yes, a Star Wars quiz is definitely something that will help you get your work done,” Eddie agress. Bill rolls his eyes.

“Honey, it was just a-”

“Don’t you honey me!” Bill growls. “You could have beat Bev hours earlier and the game could have been done and-”

Eddie squints at him. “You’re mad that I didn’t win sooner?”

Bill mumbles something Eddie can’t quite hear over the music. He turns and lowers the volume.

“What was that?”

Huffing, Bill twists his fingers into the hem of Eddie’s shirt.

“You were just so cute last night and I just-” He pushes his head into Eddie’s side.

“Just what?” Eddie gently strokes the back of Bill’s neck with his nails and down the back of his shirt like he knows Bill likes.

“I just thought we were going to fool around when everyone left,” Bill mumbles into Eddie’s thigh and Eddie smirks.

“Aww, hun, I’m sorry. I was just so tired after taking over the world,” Eddie teases. Bill pinches his thigh and sits up. Eddie leans down and kisses him, licking his way into Bill’s mouth. Moaning, he starts to slip into the other man’s lap, but Bill doesn’t let him.

“I really do have a lot of work to do,” Bill says. “I have a deadline.”

Eddie blinks at him and laughs. “Once you’re done, come find me and I’ll give you a treat.” Eddie winks at him and Bill laughs. They kiss again and Eddie leaves Bill to get back to work.

#kasbrough #eddie kaspbrak #bill benbrough #idk #my brain was going to make it angst #and then this happened #idk how i feel about this one #hope you like it #thanks for the prompt!#<3 #Anonymous

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antisociallilbrat · 4 years

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Hyper-s*xual Bill

Okay so everyone has their own personal head-cannons for each loser but like mine concerning Bill is that he is hyper-s*xual. I have a few head-cannons on this and just hear me out. These headcannons take place in my poly losers universe. NSFW- obviously

-Okay so everyone suspects Richie to be the sexed up one in the relationship, right? Nope it’s Bill and everyone is shook

-When they’re teens, and Bill discovers what his dick is for, ole boy

-In my poly universe Stan and Bill got together before dating the rest of the losers and once they get together in college, they’re like super surprised by Bill’s sex drive

-Stan is just like “See what I’ve been dealing with.”

-Bill and Richie definitely fuck all the time because Richie’s sex drive is the only one that kinda comes close to Bill’s

-And like the true switches they both are, they’re always mixing it up

-Like if Bill sees something in porn he wants to try, he always tries it first with Richie

-In fact, if the losers try anything new in the bedroom, it’s because of Bill

-The first time the losers all have sex together, it’s because of Bill

-Bill like the true leader he is, leads all the sexual firsts

-But this man does not dominate in the bedroom, trust me

-He likes to get fucked just as much as he likes to fuck

-He gets fucked by Ben, Mike, Richie, and once in a blue moon, Stan

-Bev has definitely pegged him once, just because he wanted to try it

-He’s the one that eases Ben into sex with the guys

-Bill’s so confident in sex, that it easy for Ben to follow him in the bedroom

- If there’s a scene going on in the bedroom (In my universe once they move in together, they have a ‘scene room’ where they all feel comfortable exploring their kinks) and Bill isn’t leading it, he’s more than happy to get himself off watching his partners

-In fact he sometimes prefer to get himself off watching them, he’s big into voyeurism

-He also masturbates a lot, has lube stashed all over the house, including his work desk

-It’s not uncommon for a loser to walk in while he’s giving himself a low five

-Sometimes it turns into something, sometimes they just leave him be

-Eddie once walked in on Bill jacking off on the living room couch, and was yelling at him about cleanliness, as he undressed himself

-Because Fuck, that’s a hot sight to walk in on

-If Bill wants rough intense sex, he goes to Richie STAN or Eddie

-If he wants nice loving sex, he goes to Mike Ben or Bev

-He may fuck Stan, but Stan is always in complete control of their sex life

-Between six partners, he’s always able to find someone to satisfy his needs

- Another thing! He has major oral fixation so sometimes he just needs a cock in his mouth, or his mouth on Bev

-When he’s stressed out, he goes looking to do just that, for some reason it calms him

-Someone is always will comply

-Bill loves it when he gets to have more than one partner at the same time

-His favorite duo it have sex with is by far Richie and Eddie, because when they go at it, they fucking go at it

-All his partners are great to have sex with, but Mike is the person he goes to when he needs to feel appreciated

- Mike just makes him feel so warm and loved and it’s kinda gross how loving and soft their sex is

I’m probably gonna write more on my poly universe idk, I had to get this idea out of my brain

#bill denbrough #stanley uris #stan uris #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #billverly #stenbrough #hanbrough #bichie #reddie #poly losers #ot7 #it #it 2 #kasbrough

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kendullroy · 4 years

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You too, Me too, and Other Ways to Confess (Poly Losers Fic Exchange)

Written for @polylosersclub as a part of the exchange, thanks so much for the great prompts

Summary: All of the losers are in love with Bill. Bill is in love with all of the losers. It should be just that easy, but it isn't. A fic of three hard to navigate conversations the losers have, and one somehow harder game of truth or dare.

(read on ao3!!!)

Big thanks to @poly-losers-club for hosting the exchange :) !!!

#it 2017 #it chapter 2 #poly losers club #stenbrough #bichie #hanbrough #billverly #kasbrough #stozier #benverly #ive never cranked out three fics in two months b4 #i usually do 1 fic a year #so hopefully this one smacks as hard as tell the sun and wrong x3

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itfandompositivity · 5 years

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It fandom celebration

The trailer is here, and It Chapter 2 is just around the corner! Maybe we could all celebrate the It fandom as we wait for the movie to come out and spread positivity? Here’s an easy way! You just have to send asks to this blog about anything positive you want to say about the fandom: sweet messages about people of the fandom who you care for or admire, the reasons why you love the IT fandom, what the fandom brought to your life, or even rec a writer, an artist, a fic, old or new, popular or not to read before september comes…

I'll be waiting for your messages!

#itp #it fandom #reddie #kasbrough #stanlon #benverly #stozier #hansbrak #bevchie #stenbrough #stenbranlon #billverly #kasplon #bichie #stanpat #denscom #sorry if i forgot any other pairing!#it chapter 2 #it chapter one

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but-we-need-a-fucken-drummer · 4 years

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The Losers Club as Things I Found In My Group Chat Pt.2

Richie: Consider the following:

Richie: Birds, but with people faces

Stan: I would pay millions to hunt you for sport.

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Eddie in a DM with Bill: hEY oh my g o s h

Eddie: I know who Ben likes SDJDJFdsf

Bill: It's Bev

Eddie: BEV

Eddie: I'm sorry, why do /you/ know this???

Bill: They're dating-

Eddie: I m s o r r y

Eddie: w h a t ?

Bill: I'm about to cry why is this nEWS TO YOU

Eddie: -

Eddie: Due to personal reasons I will be feeding myself to a tiger, goodbye.

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Mike, at 5 am: ㅐㅇㅌ

Bev: I'm about to mcfucking lose it, guys

Mike: ㅐㅇㅌ

Ben: I will fill your socks with peanut butter.

Stan: If you FOOLS continue to disturb me I will release the mosquitoes.

Richie: What The Fuck Is That Supposed To Mean

Eddie: Richie shut the FUCK up hes gonna release the mosquitoes

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Richie: no one: Richie: sweaty hand

this really be un bruh momento

Ben: I really want you to stop

Ben: But that really resonates with me

Stan: I'm so close to committing homicide you do not understand.

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Ben: Guys this show I'm watching is really good I want to binge it with someone.

Mike: Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?

Bill: I would like some q u e n c h

Beverly: I want quench

Bill: Me too

Beverly: You are not allowed.

Eddie: Time isn't real

Richie: Bomboclaat

Stan: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

Stan: Multiple forms of bacteria !!

Ben: You guys really upset me sometimes.

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wheezyeds · 5 years

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Burn it to the Ground

Finally! Here is my gift for @hanscom as part of the fic exchange! Thank you for being a sweetheart and giving me some more time to work on this. I hope it was worth the wait. Also, thank you to @jannuaryembers for being a fantastic beta and working on this with me!

Warning for moderate violence, closeted sexuality, acts of arson and a controlling relationship. No gore, but a permanent injury resulting in disability in the end.

(Prompt #1 - an AU based off of your favourite movie. My favourite movie is IT so it wouldn’t exactly work, but another film that I like definitely would so here we go)

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. He had been living a lie for so long that even he himself was beginning to forget who he really was. See, Eddie Kaspbrak was married to a woman, Myra, who was exactly like his mother in personality and in size. Myra Kaspbrak was huge, though she’d only been big when Eddie had married her. He always figured she would achieve hugeness eventually. She worried about him, took care of him and made sure that the medicine cabinet was always stocked with everything that he needed; Anacin, Excedrin, Excedrin PM, Contac, Gelusil, Tylenol, a large jar of Vicks. Vivarian, Serutan, Milk of Magnesia - the chalk flavoured one - Rolaids, Tums, Di-Gel, all of the vitamins a person could think of and then some more, calcium, cod liver oil, One-A-Day multivitamins too. She even makes sure to keep a bottle of Geritol on the top of the cabinet itself just for good measure.

Eddie was tired of it all - the sterile smell that made his own home smell like a hospital despite looking as though an eighty-something couple lived there. He was tired of the old Barry Manilow records that seemed to be the only thing they listened to, and the old TV set that Myra refused to let him upgrade. Actually, he wasn’t tired. He was exhausted, and he needed to get out. Thankfully, during the night Myra slept like the dead and snored loud enough to wake them, too. Eddie managed to slip out of their shared bed silently without being noticed, and he packed his black leather bag that he usually saved for business trips. He filled it with socks, boxers, pants, shirts, belts and shoes. Next was his toiletries, and as he began packing what he might need from the medicine cabinet he decided that he didn’t need any of that stuff, and tossed every little pill into the water in the toilet where they floated like little bodies. The old Eddie Kaspbrak needed mounds of pills to keep him healthy, but the new Eddie certainly did not.

When he was finished, Eddie crept downstairs, avoiding every creaky floorboard to make sure he didn’t wake his wife when he was so close to being free. He used to do the same thing when he snuck downstairs as a child to have a tasty snack so that his mother wouldn’t notice. He used the phone to call his own company, hiring one of his drivers to take him down to the bus station. He couldn’t just take one of his cars anywhere, they all had trackers and Myra would absolutely use that to find him. He needed an easy, clean escape and a bus ticket would give him that.

While he waited, Eddie used the notepad that they kept by the phone to write a message to his wife. He couldn’t find the words for what he was doing, he couldn’t explain to her on paper that he was running from her to live the life he really wanted. So, he settled on ‘sorry… x’, and just as he set down his pen, he heard the car pull up outside and he grabbed his bag, practically hurrying out of the house before he could stop himself and go back to the comforting routine of the past six years. He jumped into the back of the car and as they pulled away, he looked up at the house just as the bedroom light flickered on. He was out, he was free, but only just by the skin of his teeth.

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At the bus station, Eddie didn’t use any of his credit cards, he used cash that he’d taken from his personal account a few weeks ago when he came up with his plan to leave. He bought a one way ticket on the first greyhound out of town, with no destination in his mind. He planned to jump off at the first place he liked that was far enough away nobody would find him.

He stayed awake for the first three hours of the ride, head resting in his hand as he watched the world to whizzing by in a beautiful blur as the sun began to rise. By dawn, he was too tired to stay awake any longer, his eyes grew heavy and he drifted into a dreamless sleep, for which he was thankful. That afternoon, the bus was making a stop to refuel and all of the passengers had an opportunity to stretch their legs and pick up some supplies. Eddie needed to use the restroom, and he could use a sandwich if he was being honest, so he grabbed his bag and walked off of the coach.

He didn’t know where he was, but it was beautiful. They were in a small town somewhere by the water, it was peaceful and beautiful. Eddie wasn’t sure he’d ever been drawn to something so quickly, and in his gut he knew that he needed to stay. This was his new home.

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The Denbrough brothers, Bill and Georgie, own the general store in town by the waterfront. During the summer months, they make enough money to keep them going through the rest of the year. Every day, coach loads of tourists pass through and buy some novelty garbage that they sell as well as food and supplies for the rest of their journey. Nobody ever stays in town for more than a few hours unless they have someone worth staying for, but today was different for everyone.

Three coaches had all arrived within a few minutes of each other, and Bill spent the better part of the next hour serving customers until the place was practically empty again. There were still a few locals picking up some groceries and his friend, Stan through the back working on their books. Bill stayed standing behind the counter, adjusting the gum by the register when something outside caught his eye. A short man, standing by the coach stop with a bag slung over his shoulder. He looked lost, and Bill stepped outside to help him.

“Excuse me?” Bill spoke up as he walked through the door. “Did you miss your ride?”

The other man turned around when he heard Bill’s voice, looking startled for a second before he relaxed a little and held his bag a little higher on his shoulder.

“No, actually, I, uh, decided this was my stop.” The other man answered with a nervous laugh bubbling up in his throat.

Bill was honestly surprised. By the sounds of things, this guy hadn’t expected to stay here anymore than Bill ever expected a tourist to hang around.

“You’ve got somewhere to stay?” Bill asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“No, I hadn’t actually thought that far ahead.”

The look on the poor guys face made Bill feel kind of sorry for him. Surely someone must be in a tough spot if they’ve made a last minute decision like this - showing up in the middle of nowhere with no place to stay and no friends.

“Why don’t you come inside? I can give you an address, somewhere to get your head down for a few hours, at least.”

“You… really? You’d do something like that for someone you don’t even know?”

“Well, you don’t know me either and you’re considering taking me up on my offer.”

The other man stuck out his hand to Bill, which he took and the two of them gave each other a friendly shake.

“I’m Eddie.” The newcomer introduced himself.

“Bill.”

“I’m Georgie!”

Bill whirled around to look at his brother, a playful glare across his face as he watched his brother attend to the gas pumps for a second.

“Get your ass back to work before I kick it, kid!” Bill threatened, despite Georgie and Eddie waving politely to one another before the young kid rushed off back to work.

“So, this address?”

Bill helped Eddie back into the store with his bag and used the landline phone to call his friend, Ben, about the cabin he owned and occasionally rented out to anyone who needed it.

Eddie walked around the store, making sure he hadn’t forgotten to get anything, he could hear Bill on the phone across the room.

“Ben, hey buddy. Yeah, yeah.. everything is great over here, but I’ve got someone- yes..”

Eddie couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation but he assumed this Ben was nice enough from the exasperated smile on Bill’s face.

“Last minute decision, by the sounds of it. He’s sticking around for a while.. how much? Really? Alright, you’re the best. Give Bev a kiss for me, I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Bye.”

Eddie was pretending not to have eavesdropped as he checked out the display of reading glasses when Bill approached him with the address written down on a folded up piece of paper.

“It’s about a ten minute walk from here, pretty easy to get there. Ben, my friend, he thinks it’s best if you take the weekend to make sure you like the place enough to stay before you put down any payment.”

Eddie was surprised by that. Surely nobody was actually that nice, but apparently Bill was being serious.

“This is perfect, Bill. Thank you.” Eddie said sincerely, a thankful smile on his face that lit up his eyes. Bill figured this guy was pretty cute, but there was something going on with him.

Bill hoped Eddie would stay around long enough that they could get to know each other.

****

*one month later*

Eddie worked his way among the tables, the breeze across the water whipped through his hair. He carried five plates in total, three on one arm and two on the other. His old button-up shirts had been replaced with a thin, cotton T-shirt that read Ivan’s: Try the Fish Just for the Halibut. He served the food to a group of women all dressed in tennis gear; the one closest to the window caught his eye and smiled. She seemed to be trying too hard to just be friendly, he knew that she watched him as he walked away. Richie, Eddie’s coworker had mentioned the women that come in from out of town before, how they tipped bigger when they were made to feel extra special.

Eddie fetched a pitcher of iced tea, refilled their glasses and returned to the waitress station. He took a moment to glance at the view, it was late April and the temperature was so close to perfect he could almost taste it.

“Eddie - can you take another table?”

Eddie was stirring up some sweet tea when Richie spoke him. Eddie looked out across the diner, counting how many of his tables were already filled.

“Sure.” He nodded.

Bill had told Eddie about this job opening. Much sooner than he expected, Eddie had been running out of money. One Tuesday, he and Bill were having some lunch together in the sun, Bill pointed out the ‘Now Hiring’ sign on the window and admitted to being good friends with the owners, assuring Eddie that he could put in a good word. Eddie hadn’t wanted to cry in front of him, so he managed to wait until he was home before breaking down. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but by that point he was already broke and hadn’t eaten anything for two days.

After finishing with the tea, Eddie headed to the kitchen where Patty, one of the cooks winked at him as she always did.

“Doesn’t look like it’s going to slow down today,” Patty commented. She was beautiful, a head of dark curls and only a year or two older than Eddie himself. She lived with Stan, Bill’s friend. “Every time we start catching up, we’re slammed with more customers.”

“It’s beautiful out.”

“Exactly, so why are they here? On a day like this, I’d have thought they’d be at the beach or fishing. That’s exactly what I’m doing when I finish up here later.”

“That sounds like a nice idea.”

“You need a ride home later?”

Patty always offered to drive him, at least two days a week. “No, thank you. You know I don’t live that far.”

“No problem,” she persisted. “I’d be more than happy to do it.”

“Walking keeps me fit.”

He handed her his stack of tickets and Patty pinned them on the wheel and located another order, taking it to her section and dropping it off at the right table.

On his way home that evening, Eddie stopped in at the store for some fresh milk just in time before Bill closed up for the night.

“Is that everything?” Bill asked politely as he rung Eddie up, putting the chilled carton in a brown paper bag.

“I just need one more thing,” Eddie admitted, glancing down nervously. “What are you doing this weekend?”

“I’m off Saturday. Why?”

“I was wondering if, maybe, you’d want to come and have some dinner with me. Just the two of us, no kid brother.”

To Eddie, this point of their friendship felt like one of those defining moments. The two of them had been tip-toeing around their situation for a while, neither realising that they both had more than friendly feelings for one another. They’d spent a few nights having dinner together, but they always ate with Georgie, too.

“Yes,” Bill answered, holding Eddie’s gaze. “I’d love dinner.”

“Great!” Eddie beamed. “Saturday, my place, six?”

“That sounds perfect.”

When Saturday night rolled around, Eddie took a second shower that day, he moisturized with his favourite lotion and put on one of his new outfits, including new shoes. He blow dried his hair and combed it into place, happy that he looked good enough for tonight. As he turned one way and the other in front of the mirror one last time, he heard an engine approach outside. Eddie took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Then, after walking across the room and opening the door, he stepped outside onto the porch.

Getting out of his truck, there was Bill, dressed in jeans, a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was standing against the driver’s side door, leaning inside of the car seemingly reaching for something.

Bill brought out a bottle of wine and turned. Seeing Eddie, Bill almost froze, his expression one of surprise. Eddie was standing in the last rays of the setting sun, perfectly radiant and for a moment all Bill could do was stare.

“You made it,” He said.

The sound of Eddie’s voice was enough to break the spell he had on Bill, but he continued to stare. He knew that he should say something witty, something to charm Eddie and break the tension the way someone like Richie would but Bill couldn’t think anything other than ‘I’m in serious trouble.’

They spent the next couple of hours eating and having a few glasses of wine. With his filter a little looser than normal, Bill finally had the confidence to ask the question that had weighed on his mind since he first met Eddie.

“What happened?” He asked bluntly, confusing Eddie.

“What are you talking about?”

“You were married. What happened?”

“Who told you that?” Eddie asked defensively.

“Nobody had to tell me anything, but you have a tan line on your ring finger where I’m assuming a wedding ring used to be.”

Eddie set down his wine glass and looked at his hands as they trembled, noticing that he did indeed have a little line of pale skin wrapped around his finger.

“Technically… I’m still married.” He admitted.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t pry. You don’t have to tell me anything.” Bill apologised but Eddie shook his head.

“No, I want to tell you. I want to tell you all of it.”

That was how Bill ended up staying at the cabin with Eddie until after midnight. Eddie cried, but he told Bill everything starting from his mother right up to the night he left Myra and ran from his sham marriage.

“You did the right thing by leaving.” Bill assured him.

“She’s looking for me, though.”

“How do you know?”

“My business partners emailed me. Apparently she’s been botheriering as many people at my company as she can, trying to get any information they might have.”

“So, she’s actually a psychopath?”

“No..” Eddie sighed sadly, pinching the pride of his nose. “She, well, she just doesn’t understand. I didn’t tell her that I wanted a divorce, I didn’t tell her that I wanted to leave and I definitely didn’t tell her that I’m gay. As far as she’s aware, her husband just up and left in the middle of the night for no reason.”

Bill took Eddie’s hand in his, stroking his thumb across the bumps of Eddie’s knuckles.

“But you have a reason, a legitimate one and you don’t have to explain anything to her if you don’t want to.”

Eddie felt himself well up with emotions that he’d been swallowing for so long. Nobody had ever told him that he didn’t have to do something before, and it felt so good.

“Thank you, Bill. I-“ his eyes raised to look at Bill’s face, but he choked when he realised how close they were, and how amazingly blue Bill’s eyes are.

“Can I… can I kiss you?”

Eddie nodded so fast he almost gave himself whiplash, but the touch of Bill’s large hand cupping his jaw was enough to calm him down and flip his stomach all at the same time. Before either of them could think too much of it, their lips met in a tender, delicate kiss that said everything they couldn’t put into words.

****

Exactly one week after their date, Eddie was still floating. It had been a busy week and tonight would be the first chance to spend some real time together again, and Eddie was secretly hoping for more than just a kiss.

Eddie was unloading some laundry from the washing machine into the dryer when there was a knock at the door. Strange, because Bill wasn’t due to arrive for another hour yet.

Leaving the laundry, Eddie walked through the cabin and answered the front door. The polite, expectant smile dropping from his face when he saw the woman standing on the other side of the door casting a large, dooming shadow over the threshold.

“Myra, what.. what are you doing here?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

“I’m here to take you home, Eddie-Bear. You ran away, you didn’t tell me where you were going and you forgot all of your pills, baby.”

Eddie started to argue but she pushed him out of the way as she stepped inside, the old floorboards creaking under her obscene weight.

“Now, Eddie. We don’t have time for your apologies, you can explain everything on the bus ride home. We have to get going, or we’ll miss the departure time.”

Eddie watched in shock for a few minutes as Myra found the bedroom and began to pack Eddie’s belongings back up into his bag.

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Myra. I’m sorry.”

She ignored him, not even acknowledging that he’d said anything. She only continued to pack, humming a song Eddie had heard a thousand times under her breath.

“Myra. I’m staying here.” Again he was ignored. “I want a divorce.”

When Mrs. Kaspbrak turned around to look at her husband, the waterworks were turned on and fat tears rolled down her fat, flushed cheeks.

“Eddieeeeee!” She sobbed. “Don’t be like this! Come home, so that we can fix everything!”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I have to do this to you, but I don’t have another choice. I don’t love you, Myra. I never have. You deserve better.”

“But I want you, Eddie-Bear. Come home.”

Eddie shook his head and walked to his wife, standing only an inch taller than her. He kissed her forehead and wiped her tears.

“Listen to me, okay?” He pleaded, holding her hands in his. “I’m gay, Myra. I’m sexually attracted to men, not women. Not you.”

****

Bill arrived at Eddie’s with a picnic basket, planning to take Eddie out into the woodland surrounding the cabin for a late night bite to eat before back inside for desert. However, he wasn’t expecting a woman to put a spanner in the works when he arrived and found Eddie helplessly trying to console a crying woman. His wife, Bill assumed.

Eddie looked at Bill with apologetic eyes and a pleading look, Bill just nodded. Whatever Eddie needed, he would do.

“You have to understand, dear.” Eddie spoke so softly and calmly to a woman he didn’t love, reaching for Bill’s hand. “This man, Bill, is my boyfriend. I’m planning to move in with him soon. Do you understand me?”

Myra looked between the two of them, seeing that they were both handsome men and there was a clear chemistry between them. They both seemed somewhat uncomfortable, but she assumed that was just because she was there.

“Okay,” She croaked, voice hoarse from all of her crying. “I understand.” She stood, clutching her purse to her chest. “I’ll have my lawyer contact you when I decide what I want to keep.”

Myra left and Eddie let go of a huge sigh of relief, slumping into Bill.

“Thank you.” He whispered, wrapping around the other man. “For going along with that, I mean.”

“No problem,” Bill assured him, kissing the top of his head. “You’re a saint, being married to that woman.”

Eddie laughed and immediately the tension was broken, the air between them returning to normal.

****

Eddie didn’t think that anything else would come from Myra. He expected a few phone calls maybe, and the divorce papers when she made it home but what he didn’t realise, was that she didn’t go home.

Myra stayed in town, hidden for the next two days. She watched Eddie make his trips to the store and to work, then back home again. He kept a new routine in his new life and she was happy to find vitamin bottles, empty, in the trash. At least he was keeping himself healthy while he was without her.

Tonight, the whole town was having a firework display to celebrate the beginning of summer. Myra would take her chance then, ruining Bill Denbrough’s life so that he had nothing to offer Eddie.

As the boats made their way out onto the water, loaded with fireworks for the display, Myra took her chance and snuck into the empty store with gas canisters full of petroleum. As she walked up and down the aisles, she poured the liquid all over, covering everything she could reach. Back at the door, she stepped outside and lit a match, tossing it into the building which was immediately consumed in flames.

Eddie was sat on the pier, waiting for Bill and Georgie - Bill was grabbing beers from the cooler out back, and Georgie was getting a blanket for the three of them from his apartment above the store.

The fire started, and the whole world stopped. Eddie’s blood ran cold and he got to his feet, watching for a moment that felt like a lifetime as Bill’s livelihood began burning to the ground.

“HELP!”

Eddie looked up when he heard the scream, and he saw Georgie on the tiny balcony up on the second floor.

“GEORGIE!” Bill screamed, running to the entrance, but he couldn’t get inside.

Everyone was rushing to help with hoses and buckets of water but it wasn’t enough. The flames were too strong and taking over too fast, they had to get Georgie down. Eddie went to fetch a ladder from a nearby garden, but he was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground. When he looked up, he saw Myra.

“Eddie-Bear. I told you to come home with me.” Her tone was so calm that it was terrifying. The woman had lost her mind.

“No! Why are you doing this?! You’re going to kill him!”

“Nobody will want you, baby. Bill won’t want you, knowing that he lost everything because of you.”

Eddie tried to fight Myra off, but she was too big and she had her sausage fingers wrapped tightly around his throat. Just as the edge of his vision began to blur, Myra fell off of the top of Eddie. She’d been hit in the head, by Stan who stood wielding a broken pipe.

“Crazy bitch.” He panted, helping Eddie up off of the ground.

“We have to help Bill and Georgie.”

The two men ran back to the store to help, Bill was desperately trying to get in while a few neighbours and Richie tried to convince Georgie to jump and that they would catch him, but he was too scared.

“I can get in.” Eddie spoke up. There was a small gap that the others were much too big for. “I’ll go up, push him out and you catch him.”

Before Bill could stop him, Eddie was off. He climbed up the gap in the edge of the building, through a window and then he was up on the balcony with Georgie.

“Eddie?! What the hell are you doing up here?!” Georgie cried, his words followed by a fit of coughing. He’d already inhaled so much smoke.

“I’m getting you down, okay? Just look at me. Look into my eyes.” Eddie stayed as calm as he could manage, holding the kid by the shoulders, forcing him to keep stilL and look at him. “Count with me, so you can calm down and breathe, okay?”

Georgie nodded and Eddie began to count. He got to four, and pushed him from the balcony.

****

Eddie couldn’t remember what happened after that. It was all heat and smoke and pain, but he was coming around. The constant beeping from a heart monitor was irritating him, and his arm itched like crazy.

“Eddie?” Asked a familiar voice. “Are you awake?”

“Hm?” He grunted in response, trying to will his heavy eyes open.

“Come on, tough guy. Let me see those pretty eyes.”

Eddie blinked a few times until he could see, and as his vision cleared, he saw Bill sitting by his side.

“Bill? What are you doing here?”

“Like I was going to leave you after you were blown up.” Bill scoffed. “Just… don’t panic, okay?” He pleaded, nodding down to Eddie’s arm.

Eddie looked down, and let out a cry of shock when he realised that his left arm was missing.

It wasn’t the end of the world, after all a missing limb was bearable if it meant living his new life as his true self with his wonderful boyfriend and his new family.

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Eddie: Kiss me gently and call me yours

Bill:...

Bill: I wanna stick my tongue down your throat

Eddie:...

Bill: I PANICKED!!

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