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Gibbous (Reddie/Stenbrough, Trans!Richie x Eddie/Stan x Bill) 1/??

Summary: The Losers Club is taking a long weekend away from their hometown of Derry and heading out into the forest to get some fresh air. Richie hopes he can put his past behind him and finally begin to start a future, hopefully involving Eddie. Bill is ready to be part of something more than himself; whether it be something as small as a relationship with a certain other member of the Losers Club, he doesn’t know.

Warnings: occasional language, transphobia, misgendering, dead name use, drinking, yelling, emotional/verbal abuse, angst(??)

Word Count: 1387

A/N: Aaaaaah, thank you so much to everyone who liked and reblogged the last fic! I really hope everyone likes this one just as much. The bits in italics are flashbacks to Richie dealing with his parents, hence the warnings mentioned above. I’ll be doing my best to get this updated somewhat regularly? I have a pretty busy weekend, but after that I think it levels out! Woo! If you have any questions about this or anything else, feel free to ask! Alright, enough from me. Enjoy the first chapter of Gibbous!

“Rochelle, we will not stand for this. Wentworth, talk some sense into her, she’s not a boy.”

“Rochelle, sweetie. You’re a girl. You were born a girl, and you’ll always be a girl, do you hear me?”

“I can’t believe you! I tell you something this sensitive and you react like this?! I know it’s different, but fucking shit, at least let tell me you still love me!”

“Sweetie, we do. But this? Wanting to be a boy? That’s not normal. It’s not right!”

“Why couldn’t I have a normal daughter? I can’t deal with this!”

“Mom… Dad… what do you-?”

“Sweetie, we can’t, in all good consciousness, live with you in this house. We… Rochelle, maybe you could find somewhere else to stay.”

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“R-Richie, are you almost ready?” Bill looked up from his duffel bag.

“Yeah, I need a sleeping bag though, do you have an extra?” Richie zipped up his backpack, putting it next to the guitar case covered in stickers.

“We only have this and the one from when I was little, I’m sorry, I lent the others to Ben and Mike,” Bill made a face, indicating an apology. His stutter had gotten better over the years to the point where it would only sneak into his sentences on a rare occasion.

“…Guess I’ll have to scavenge around at the hell hole,” Richie sighed and headed towards the door of Bill and his shared room.

“Richie…” Bill chewed his lip nervously.

“Hm?”

“……Be careful and stay safe.”

Richie took a breath and nodded, heading down the stairs, out the door, and down the street to the house that had fallen apart ever since that night.

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“Don’t touch me! Don’t come near me, you bastard,” Maggie slurred.

“Maggie, put the bottle down. One of us is going to end up hurt.”

Richie watched from the doorway as his very intoxicated mother stumbled around the kitchen, glaring at his father. Neither of them noticed his presence until he stepped backwards, causing a loose floorboard to let out a high-pitched squeak.

“Rochelle! Sweetie, when did you get here?” Richie’s father looked over, trying to seem happy to see his child.

“What…what’s going on?”

“Nothing, baby girl. Come here, let mommy see you!” Maggie stumbled forward, putting a hand on the counter for balance. She set down the half empty bottle, coming closer to Richie. Her breath reeked of alcohol as she moved in close to Richie’s face, running her fingers through his short curls, “Honey, what did you do to your hair? It was so pretty! Now it’s all short and choppy…When did you do this?”

“Mrs. Denbrough cut it for me a week after I moved in… I like it better this way.” Richie shrunk away from him mother’s hand, his nose wrinkling at the foul smell of the liquor that reached his senses. He had just come to grab some more of his things; he never wanted to have to confront his parents. He swallowed the lump in his throat, “Please don’t touch me, mother.”

Maggie’s expression changed from confusion to slight shock and offense, “Is that any way to speak to the woman who brought you into this world, Rochelle?” She waited a second before suddenly screaming, “ANSWER ME, YOUNG LADY!”

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Richie took a deep breath, approaching the house he had once called home. He knew he could sneak into the back, grab the sleeping bag from the end of the hall in the storage closet, and be out in a matter of 2 minutes. He just hoped it would be that easy.

As he got closer, he saw neither of his parents’ cars in the driveway. He felt his incredibly high anxiety level lower at this observation, allowing him to more easily prepare himself mentally for this task.

He went around the back of the large house, climbing up the tree in the backyard. He shifted out onto a branch, reaching over to his former bedroom window and pushing it up, sliding through the gap and landing on his feet. Once within the familiar room, he shuddered.

He took no time to reminisce; he had a plan, and he was going to succeed. He quickly made his way out of his room and to the end of the hall, spotting the rolled-up fabric and quickly snatching it. Richie sprinted back into the pastel pink room he used to call his own. The walls seemed to taunt him, a canopied bed against the back corner with flowery patterned sheets neatly made up.

Richie sighed and tossed the sleeping bag out the window, climbing out onto the branch and closing the window again. He shifted his thin body and made his way down the large tree, hopping onto the grass, grabbing the rolled-up camping item, and running back down the street to Bill’s house. He finally felt the tightness in his chest leave when he saw his beat up red truck in the Denbrough’s driveway. He let out a breath of relief and slowed his pace, noticing Bill was placing the camping bags in the bed of the truck.

“Billiam, my boy, did you bring everything down?” he tossed the sleeping bag in the back, putting it between the metal of the truck and his backpack, grinning at the boy on the other side of the vehicle.

“Why, yes I did Mr. Tozier!” he chuckled in return. He checked the luggage once again and looked up at Richie. “Do we have everything?”

“I have a secret stash of snacks I’ve been gathering just for tonight, Billiam. I will return before you can say ‘beep beep’!” he chuckled at the old phrase, turning on his heels and jogging inside and up the stairs. He reached their room, going to a small dresser the Denbrough’s had found for him. He opened the bottom drawer, pulling out a drawstring backpack full of chips and candy that he knew would probably result in another acne breakout, but he didn’t give a shit; Richie just wanted to have a good time with good friends and good food.

He went back downstairs, bumping into Georgie on the way. The youngest Denbrough never failed to make him smile.

“Richie! Are you and Billy leaving soon?” he looked up with his soft, childlike features despite being almost 11.

“Yes, we are little man! We were just about to head out. Can your favourite Richie get a big hug?” he grinned down at the little boy, wrinkles forming in the corners of his eyes from how wide his smile was.

The small boy beamed and wrapped his arms around Richie’s middle, squeezing him tight and humming. Richie felt his heart melting at how sweet he was, leaning down and putting his own long arms around Georgie’s small frame. He rubbed Georgie’s back gently and grinned.

“Be good, little dude. Make sure to keep an eye on your parents! And make sure to feed Maturin tonight, bud,” Richie heard Georgie giggle at the mention of his pet turtle.

“I’ll come say goodbye to Billy!” Georgie beamed, grabbing the older boy’s large hand and following him the rest of the way down the stairs.

Richie couldn’t help but be happy around the young child leading him outside. He remembered the scare they had a few years ago when Georgie went missing for a week. Bill was brought to tears when they found him in the Barrens, hungry and missing home. He still managed to be a ray of sunshine, bringing happiness to whoever was around him, despite the trauma of that rainy week.

When Bill saw his little brother dragging Richie out the door, he chuckled and opened his arms. Georgie ran into them and promptly got picked up and twirled around, squealing happily.

After saying their goodbyes, the two teens loaded themselves into the rusted pick up truck and drove off to give Stan and Beverly a ride. Eddie, Mike, and Ben would ride in Ben’s car and meet them at Stan’s cousin’s campsite. They would all spend the long weekend there, finally getting some time to be away from the town.

They picked up their two passengers, Richie and Beverly lighting up a few cigarettes and rolling down their windows as the made their way down the road, radio blaring. Finally, some time away.

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