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Stanley Uris, son of Snow White

(credit to owner of photos)

Losers x Disney

is kind to all animals but prefers birds

wary of strangers

terrified of apples

sweet but sassy

hardworking

favorite season is winter

does his chores without being asked

his mother has taught him to be kind but also wary of people

not everyone’s intentions are sweet

Summary: Richie is the best man at his friend’s wedding but he knows that he has to stop it or else regret it for the rest of his life.

A/N: “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Yeah, so freaking cliché, I feel like I’m writing a romantic comedy, blah.

Word Count: 2345

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It really was a beautiful set up. The church was small, rather quaint compared to some of the others that they had considered. It had been decorated in a sea of blue and silver, the colors covering nearly every inch of the place. She had chosen daisies as her flowers, so the centerpieces and bouquets had been a mixture of tones of blue daises. The groomsmen were in traditional suites, their ties cobalt while the bridesmaids wore a floor length silver gown. It was as if plucked from a dream, a fluffy, happy, perfect dream that only a bride could come up with.

And Richie hated all of it.

He stood outside, sucking down his fourth cigarette in thirty minutes. His concentration was fleeting as he repeated his speech for the millionth time. Each words sounded like a load of shit coming from his mouth but he kept trying, each attempt worse than the last. An alarm sounded on his watch and he cursed, tossing his half smoked death stick to the ground before stomping on it with his dress shoes.

As he reentered the church the smell of daises wafted back to him, making him feel sick. He ignored the guests as they rolled in, greeting one another as if this wasn’t the worst day of the trashmouths life. Like he wasn’t dying inside. He neared his intended room, taking in a deep breath before entering, his heart nearly pounding right out of his chest.

“There you are!” An excited voice cooed, Richie couldn’t help but smirk as he turned towards his friend. “God, I thought I lost the best man for a second.” Eddie joked, taking three long strides until he was right in front of Richie. “I need you to do my tie. Ma will kill me if it isn’t done right.”

Richie gulped down the lump in his throat, nodding as his fumbled with the silk. He wasn’t sure how, but his shaky hands finished the task quickly before he lost his mind at their closeness. Eddie frowned, sending the trashmouths stomach to the floor. “You smell like an ash tray.” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I should be the one that’s nervous not you. It’s my wedding.”

There was a painful rip in Richie’s chest at the statement, he could practically feel his emotions seeping through the open wound. “I know.” He managed to reply, rubbing the back of his neck. “About that-“

“Can you believe I’m getting married? And to a catholic girl? Pretty crazy right?”

Richie sighed, his stomach churning painfully. “Yeah. Crazy.”

“Thanks for being here. I know the others are groomsmen too, and Bev is a bridesmaid but I really needed you to help me get through this. I knew I could count on you.” He smiled up to Richie, making the trashmouths head spin. “You’re my best friend Rich.”

Richie tried to bite back to the tears but a few escaped, rolling down his cheeks. Eddie noticed immediately, rubbing his arm for support. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

He sniffled, trying to compose himself. “No. No it’s not you.” He choked, “It’s never you Eds.”

“Then what is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” Richie whimpered, whipping away the tears from his eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry to do this to you right now, but there isn’t any way I could live with myself if I didn’t.” Eddie shook his head, confusion covering every inch of his perfect face. The trashmouth managed a chuckle, it was pathetic and weak but it was something that could ground him to the situation at hand. “Eddie, you can’t marry Myra.” 

“W-What?” The small man replied, taking a step back from his friend. “What are you talking about?”

“I know it sounds rude and it’s so fucking terrible for your best man to do this but you can’t marry her. She isn’t right for you.”

Eddies face turned red, his body shook in frustration as he hissed, “What the fuck Richie?”

Richie flinched, tears still blurring his vision. “I’m sorry.”

“Where is this coming from?” Eddie asked, raking his hands through his perfectly sculpted hair, ruining it forever. “You told me that you liked Myra.”

“I know.”

“You were there when I picked out the ring, when I asked her to marry me.”

“I know Eds.” Richie whispered, feeling his heart crack at the horrific memory. “I know all of that but you can’t marry her okay? You just can’t.”

“Why not?” He asked, shaking his head. “She’s a good girl and this is what people do right? So why shouldn’t I marry her?”

Richie clenched his fists, his nails digging into the tender flesh of his palms. Warm blood began to run down into the crevice of his fingers but he ignored it. “She isn’t right Eds. I’m telling you as your best friend, you aren’t supposed to marry her.”

“Then who am I supposed to marry Rich?”

“Me.”

The earth stood still, time became irrelevant as the two stared at each other, both shocked that the confession had come out. The simple word ate away the air around them, poisoning them with every second that passed. It was Eddie who spoke, so soft that if they weren’t the only ones there it would have been lost. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re supposed to marry me.” Richie managed to repeat. Eddie stood there, staring at him, his mouth gaped opened. Richie could feel his heart rip from his chest, practically presenting itself to the man before him. The look on the grooms face was unreadable, his eyes completely distant. “I-I love you Eddie. I’m sorry it took me this long to tell you and fuck does my timing suck but you can’t marry her. You’re supposed to be with me.”

“Richie I-I” The smaller man paused, sighing heavily. His hands rubbed his face, obviously shaken by his friend’s words. Richie frowned, closing the gap between them. Slowly he lowered his face, lingering just above Eddie’s lips.

He expected the groom to shy away, to slap him and spew some profanity in his direction but he didn’t. Eddie just stood there, his eyes fluttering as he looked up at Richie. The trashmouth’s hands found his hips, pulling him closer. Eddie responded, sliding his hands behind Richie’s neck.

Richie kissed him, his chapped lips and lingering nicotine brushing against Eddie’s perfect porcelain mouth. There was a moan that stretched between them as the kiss deepened, both of them becoming hungry for the others touch. Richie’s hands moved without his permission, pushing the groom’s jacket from his shoulders and allowing to fall to the ground. Eddie reacted, shoving the trashmouth against the wall, practically ripping his jacket off. They fumbled with one another, their hands pulling at the clothing they wore. Eddie unbuckled Richie’s pants, speaking under his breath. “Fuck Richie.”

“I know.” Richie replied, allowing the smaller man to slide his hand down his overly tight dress slacks. He let out a ragged moan, feeling Eddie’s hand grip onto him. Richie pressed himself into him, nipping at the other mans exposed skin. It was like wildfire and Richie wasn’t sure if he could stop but he knew it was supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be them.

There was a knock at the door that halted their movements. “Eddie, you’ve got five minutes.” Mike’s voice spoke through the barrier. “Have you seen Richie? I can’t find him anywhere.”

Eddie ripped himself from Richie, stumbling as he walked towards the door. “No, I haven’t seen him. C-Check in the alley, he’s probably smoking.”

“Yeah okay.” Mike replied, “I will.”

“Okay.” Eddie replied, dismissing his groomsmen. He looked back to Richie, shaking his head. There was something that he had said but it was uncommendable. He leaned against the door, not bothering to adjust his clothes as he slid down to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

Richie felt his heart sink. Slowly he approached the groom, kneeling down to his level. “Eddie.” He whispered, rubbing his knee gently.

“What am I going to do now?” He whispered, “I can’t face them after what we just did, what I just did. Fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry.” Richie choked, sighing as he kissed the other man’s knee. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen this way, I just want you to be happy.”

“I didn’t even know I was unhappy Rich. I never though this-we would happen and now? Now I’m completely lost.” He replied, undoing his messy tie before tossing it to the side. “I was supposed to get married today.”

“You were.” Richie replied, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah. You did.” Eddie retorted chuckling. “Way to crash a wedding Tozier.” The trashmouth smiled, leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on the groom’s lips. The smaller man sighed, leaning his head against Richie’s shoulder as he pulled away. “What now?”

Richie smiled, “I have an idea.”

Beverly bit her nails, darting her eyes around the drug store parking lot. Her weight shifted in her heels, pulling at her bridesmaids dress. She cursed the damn thing, pulling at it angrily. Ben appeared beside her, his suite hugging his now fit body perfectly. “Are they here yet?” He asked, removing the bags from the other car and placing them on the hood.

“No. I texted Bill and he said they were on their way.” She replied, pulling out a cigarette from her behind her ear and lighting it. “I just hope Mike can calm all those people down, you know how Eddie’s mom is.”

“Oh, I know. I’m just glad Richie texted us before Eddie sent that note, god can you imagine what it’s like there?” He asked, leaning against the car beside his wife.

“I can, I had to deal with that bridezilla for over a year. She’s just like Eddie’s mother.” Beverly hissed, taking in a long drag of her death stick. “There’s good news though.”

“What’s that?”

“Stan owes us twenty bucks. He said that Richie would stop the wedding at the altar, I said just before.” She smiled up at him, smoke trailing from her nostrils. Ben smirked back, kissing the tip of her nose fondly.

Bill’s car pulled up then and Beverly groaned. “Finally.” She hissed as the four men exited the vehicle. “What took so long?”

“I had to get your twenty.” Stan replied, handing his friend the bill. “Your good at these things, should I be worried?”

Beverly only smirked, biting her bottom lip and slipping the money into her bra. Eddie rounded the car and sneered, “I can’t believe you guys betted against my wedding.”

“We didn’t.” Bill corrected, “We b-bet on Richie ruining your wedding.”

“Well they do have a point Eds.” Richie joked, following close. “I did ruin your big day.”

Eddie pursed his lips, ignoring his friend’s laughter. “Yeah ha-ha, funny, except you guys aren’t the ones who have to face all those fucking people.”

“Hey don’t worry about that right now.” Beverly cooed, tossing him one of the bags. “You’re about to go on your honeymoon. Cheer up.” She tossed Richie the other one, winking. The two pulled off their suites, changing into the clothes that had been shoved into the bag hastily.

“Do you think it’s wrong of me to go? I mean I did leave her at the altar.” Eddie asked, his stomach twisting painfully. He could only imagine what she was going through right now, what everyone was going through. Richie and he had ruined the wedding, jumping through the window and calling their friends for an immediate evacuation.

Ben shook his head, allowing Richie to steady himself by clutching onto his arm as he slid off his pants. “No, she was a horrible person. Total bitch.”

There was an accumulation of agreement between the group and Eddie’s face flustered. “What? Why in the hell didn’t any of you say anything? You all said she was okay!”

“Yeah well we planned on Richie growing a pair long before you got engaged.” Stan replied, accepting Eddie’s dress shirt as he handed it to him.

“Hey I have a very nice pair, thank you very much.” Richie replied, making a crude gesture through his jeans. The group rolled their eyes, practically groaning at the sight.

“I hope you keep that shit to yourself when you’re my best man.” Stan hissed.

Eddie laughed, pulling on the last of his garments. “You don’t want him as your best man. He was mine and now look.”

Stan cringed, “You’re right. Eddie you’re my new best man.”

“I don’t t-think so.” Bill interjected, “He’s mine. Your stuck with your original, no trading.” They bickered for a moments until Eddie and Richie were finished changing.

Beverly stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with happiness. “Here are your tickets.” She whispered, handing Eddie a small booklet. “Call us when you land okay?”

“Okay.” He replied, embracing her. She planted a gentle kiss to his cheek before pulling away. The others hugged the two briefly, each of them sharing their own words of encouragement. Ben handed them the keys to his car, lecturing them about safety and handling to which they nodded annoyingly.

Richie took the driver’s seat, awakening the engine. Eddie followed slowly, sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh. “You aren’t regretting this are you?” The trashmouth asked, looking over to the now ex-groom. “Because if you are we can just go back. I know I sprung this on you and Myra isn’t all that bad, I mean she is but if you do actually love her than you should be with her not me because-“

“Beep beep Richie.” Eddie breathed. Slowly he interlaced their fingers, bringing Richie’s hand to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on top of his wrist. “You were right. I am supposed to be with you.”

Richie smiled, his heart swelling. “I love you Eds.”

“I love you too.”

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I struggled with this one!!! Sorry it’s so crappy.

The summer was coming to an end, the days grew shorter asthe nights seemed to overwhelm the town. Eddie couldn’t help but resent thesummer, knowing that he had spent it rather selfishly. It had been hard, but hehad avoided the losers completely, every now and then he would watch a moviewith Bill or go to lunch with Stan but he had never spent a moment with theentire group all at once. It had been a constant struggle dodging the invites,the questions and the pestering but he couldn’t face him, not after what hadhappened.

As he rounded the corner to the house his phone buzzed,pulling it out he noticed the trashmouths face fill his screen with hisobnoxious grin. Eddie cringed, sending it away. He hadn’t talked to Richiesince the last day of the school and intended to keep it that way.

His home came into sight and he sighed in relief, he hadbeen afraid to go into town alone but it seemed that his little adventure wascoming to a satisfying end. He smirked, pulling his keys from his pocket andadjusting the bag under his arm.

As he opened the door he froze, noticing the lanky boysprawled across his couch lazily. “Richie?” He choked, closing the door behindhim. “What the fuck.”

Richie stood from the sofa, smiling proudly. “Came inthrough your window, luckily your mom wasn’t here or I’m sure she would havekilled me.”

“You need to go” Eddie hissed. “Get out before I call thecops on you.”

“Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.” Hereplied, taking a few steps towards him. “You haven’t been answering my callsor texts, you don’t come out to hang with the group anymore, what in the hellis going on with you.”

Eddie flinched. Ignoring the pain in his chest, he threw hisbag onto the coffee table. “It’s none of your business what I do or don’t do.”He sneered, “Now get out.”

“Is it me? Are you mad at me?”

“I said get ou-“

“Fuck Eddie just answer the question!” Richie bellowed, hisanger finally peaking at Eddie’s dismissal. “Because this isn’t fair!”

“Fair?” He replied, practically pulling out his own hair infrustration. “Life’s unfair Richie! Deal with it!”

“Oh fuck you!” Richie bit, “Fuck you for doing this to me! Idon’t deserve the cold shoulder, I don’t deserve you treating me like this.”

“Tough.” Eddie replied, practically poisoning the air. “PoorRichie Tozier, he can’t hang out with who he wants. If I don’t want to talk toyou then I have every right not to! If you need attention that go get thatfucking cheerleader, she sure enjoyed sucking your face, I’m sure she will behappy to pet your ego too.”

“Are you kidding me? Is this what this is about?!” Richie yelledcutting through Eddie. “Are you jealous or something?”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, feeling the burning of hisirritation spread throughout his body. “Get. Out. Of. My. House.”

“No.”

“God damn it Richie!”

“You’re jealous huh? This whole summer I’ve been worriedthat I did something wrong and you’ve been jealous of that fucking girl? Oh mygod.” He started laughed, the hysterical sound echoing in the empty house.

Each chuckle ate away at Eddie’s sanity. He could feel thetears weld up in his eyes but he forced him to ignore it, no matter how badthey stung. “Fuck you.” He hissed, his voice breaking. “Just get the fuck out.”

“Are you crying?”

“Just leave.” The smaller boy pleaded, motioning to thedoor. “I can’t-can’t handle you-I-I-“Eddie didn’t realize he was breaking downuntil he was clutching his chest, feeling his asthma triggered by his sobs. Hewanted to stop but each passing second his control slipped a little more.

“Whoa, hey calm down.” Richie whispered, his hands moving toEddie’s shoulders. “Deep breaths, in and out.”

“I d-didn’t wa-ant to f-f-face your rej-ection.” Eddiesputtered in-between breaths, “I can’t-I can’t-“

Richie pulled him into a hug, wrapping his lanky limbsaround his small frame. “Oh Eds, that girl is nothing compared to you.” Hecooed, gently stroking his hair. “It’s you I want. It’s always been you.” Eddiedidn’t respond, pressing his face deeper into the trashmouths chest. “I loveyou, please don’t cry.” Richie practically begged, holding onto the broken boy.“Please don’t cry.”

The confession hung heavily in the air, neither one of them wanting to questionthe other. So they stood there in each other’s arms, soaking in the moment. Thatwas when Eddie understood, on the last days of summer did he finally learnedthe truth.

Richie tentatively takes Eddie’s hand. He knows his blood will be on Eddie’s cast until he gets it changed. Eddie knows this obviously, which is why he’s so reluctant and looks away.

But Richie very confidently takes Bill’s hand.

what ellie said? yeah it was completely inappropriate and bad and she shouldnt have said it! that doesnt mean you get to invade her privacy like that. we dont know her personally! we arent her fucking parents! WE dont get to teach her those things!

shes a child! just like jack! just like finn! and yes she has made many mistakes and her actions (including this, her use of the n word, her use of gay as an insult, etc.) shouldnt be excused! but that doesnt mean that we, as a fanbase, who dont know her personally can expose her like that! shes a child!

yes shes done things wrong! im not excusing that!

but that doesnt mean you get to invade her privacy like that. ESPECIALLY if youre an adult.

BLURB : years after the IT incident, the loser’s slowly drift apart due to a misunderstanding on eddie’s behalf. the misfits haven’t been the same since that summer. now eddie comes face to face with the mistake he made six months prior and his world gets turned upside down all because the losers didn’t try hard enough.

 WARNINGS: homophobia, depression, mentions of suicide, self harm, drug references

A/N Thankyou for 2.3K my dudes!!! AFTER THE LONG WAIT (IM SORRY) HERE’S CAHPTER TWO. legit no dialogue tbh

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part one

Eddie watched as the sun slowly rose from behind the clouds to start the brand new day. He rubbed at his bloodshot eyes and stared across at the sun. He could hear the birds chirping at the first sight of light, he felt the wind brush his hair past his ears and the low sounds of his Mother snoring downstairs where she had promptly fallen asleep yet again in her arm chair. His hand wrapped around a porcelain cup, the hot beverage now barely passing for lukewarm. He sat with his back pressed against the glass of his window, legs tucked beneath him as his left hand gripped the white window ledge, his mind subconsciously unable to allow him any form of relaxation. His thoughts forever lingering on the unhealthy lanky boy he so dearly missed.

Unbeknownst to him, the same said lanky boy, who plagued his thoughts was watching the same sunrise only a few streets over. He too, receiving the same inability to allow his eyes rest. Only a cigarette dangled between his parted, cracked lips as he stared out at the forming sun. Nicotine filled the young boy’s senses as he stood, in the unfamiliar bedroom, in only a pair of black jeans. Shirt somewhere discarded on the floor in haste from last night’s rendezvous.

Glancing over his shoulder, scanning the room; his eyes run past the various items of clothing scattered across the bedroom floor, the door opened slightly ajar, the screwed up empty cigarette boxes littering the area, the paint falling from the ceiling and finally the sweat stained mattress which laid in the middle of the dirt covered room, a petite body wrapped in the thin covers. Long thin hair falling upon the singular pillow in disarray. The room was overall suffocating and Richie couldn’t handle it too much longer. He let out a sigh, which turned into a harsh cough before flickering the remainder of his cigarette out the window and set to work.

It was nearing five thirty am by the time Richie finally managed to find his belongs within the chaos. Hazardously avoiding the used needles that lied hidden in the mess on the floor, he tripped past the door frame with his shirt on his back, keys and shoes in hand, and headed toward his truck.

Backing out of the driveway, he drove down the street and took the second left, and then a right before arriving two houses down from his destination. He let out a shaky breath at the all too familiar street, it wasn’t an uncommon thing for Richie to drive and end up parked in front of Eddie’s house in hopes he could finally talk to the boy.

He knew the precise time that Eddie would leave his house and walk to school, the time had a never changed over the past seven years and Richie was glad because of it.

He knew Eddie woke up at five am; he showered, got dressed for school, ate breakfast and brushed his teeth all before five fourty. This would be around the time, that if everything was how it use to be, Eddie would head back into his bedroom with a piece of toast in hand, using the smell to awakening Richie from his slumber, only to give him a chaste kiss on the lips and kick Richie out the window just before his Mother woke up.

Only for Richie to run back to his truck, (which was parked a few houses down) and change his shirt, before knocking on the door at exactly six am so he could take Eddie to school. The smaller boy would greet him with a smile as if he hadn’t been clinging onto him just over an hour ago. Eddie had always left his house earlier than he would need to, telling his Mother it was because he’d become a tutor for some of the kids at school but the real reason being he was mentally unable to spend any more time with his overbearing Mother than was practically necessary.

Richie glanced up as he heard the screen door slam shut, soon followed by the almost non-existent sound of the smaller boys light footsteps slapping upon the concrete. Within a blink the small boy was walking down the sidewalk, hands attached to his bag straps, head held high.

From what Richie could see, he was wearing a pristine white sweater which was two sizes too big and probably belonged to Stan with a pair of loose fitting blue jeans which Richie knew he hated. He had long since forgotten the shorts which Richie was happy to see. He couldn’t fathom what he’d do if he ever walked in on Eddie in the position again, the first time was traumatizing enough.

Richie waited for the boy to be out of sight before he released the handbrake and head toward school himself.  

Eddie kicked at a small rock that had been resting in middle of the pavement as he walked, humming a tune he couldn’t pinpoint. The mornings were always quiet and Eddie usually enjoyed the time to be alone with his thoughts, it was always too early for most school kids to be out and about, the only few people he’d see were the elderly folk who he’d send a polite smile to and carry on. But other than that he would have no one bother him.

But today felt different, he was unsure whether or not it was that fatigue catching up on him or not, but there was certainly a feeling in the air that he couldn’t identity.

He kicked the rock off the side of the path only to be greeted with the overwhelmingly loud roar of an engine creeping up from behind. Eddie turned in a quick haste to find the source of the noise, his heartbeat elevated and he’s palms began to sweat. He mentally crossed his fingers and prayed to god that it wasn’t Bowers and his gang.

Wincing slightly as he made out the number plate of the vehicle with his peripheral vision. He let out a sigh. Richie. He didn’t know if that was better or worse. The guilt had been eating the boy alive all throughout the night and he knew he had to speak to Richie sooner or later but he hadn’t planned on today being the day.

Entering the school gates, he marched toward the student parking lot where he knew Richie wouldn’t be far from. He always hung around to smoke a cigarette or four before he had to officially enter the hell hole. He had always done it and that’s why Eddie knew exactly where to look for the boy.  Eddie had still yet to see any sign of human life other than his own and Richie upon the school grounds so he figure he would be safe for now.

Following the dirt path behind the bike racks which conjoined to an area pretty much left  vacant by most of the population during the school day. Richie and Bev used to come here a smoke when Richie’s ADHD got the better of him. Or when Bev got too lost within her own head, Richie would take her hand and direct her to a place that for some reason they thought was safe. Eddie would never know why.

He heard a cough as he rounded the corner, wincing slightly at the dryness of the noise. He glanced up and was meant with the back of Richie Tozier’s curly haired head. He watched at the boy wiped his hand on the side of his jeans. Swallowing back his words Eddie stood and observed, Richie’s frame was unbelievable gaunt. He had always been thin, but this was something else. The black shirt the boy wore was falling off his shoulders, and if Eddie look hard enough around Richie’s shoulder, he could see his collarbones jutting out of his skin. The skinny jeans barely staying upon the boy’s hips as he leant forward, more of his underwear was hanging out than it was in.

“Hey Eddie.” The boy let out a squeak in surprise, he was unaware Richie knew he was present. The taller boy turned to look at him, showing him a clear view of Richie’s face. Dark circles hung around his eyes, skin paler than it had ever been. Richie patted a spot beside him on the blue metal picnic table before turning back to face the front.

Eddie stepped forward slightly watching Richie take a long drag of what was remaining of his cigarette. He stubbed the butt out on the flesh of his arm, holding the lit cigarette on his skin. Eddie sucked in a breathe, racing forward yanking the cancer stick from Richie’s fingers and throwing it to the floor. “Sorry,” Richie said under his breathe. “I know you don’t like it when I smoke.”

Eddie ignored the boy’s comment as he stared down at Richie’s arm. Countless burn marks etched into Richie’s skin, Eddie’s finger wrapped around his forearm easier than it should be for a boy of his size. Tears welled in Eddie’s eyes as he looked upon his old best friend, his ex-lover and wonder what he did so wrong for Richie to end up in this state.

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Inspired greatly by my lovely friend and mastermind peer @nonbinaryelevens an HC where Stanley Uris is cousins with Spencer Reid, and Derry has a big problem.

- Derry, Maine has a serial killer on the loose. They begin to find kids aged 5-10 in the sewers and close to the quarry, pretty badly mutilated. The cops compare it to like watching a cat play with a mouse. 

- These killings mirror that of how Georgie Denbrough was found 5 years prior, the younger brother of a one 16 year old Bill, who immediately thinks they must be related, and his friends, the dubbed Loser’s Club, are inclined to agree.

- The BAU is called out by these small town cops to investigate when they finally admit they’re in over their heads as a 4th body is found within a 2 month span, and no evidence can be found aside from printed notes, detailing the “best part” of each kill.

- Spencer Reid is hesitant yet antsy to go. He lets the team know he has family there, a kid cousin. He says they have a lot in common, so he’s protective over him, and he admits he’s selfishly relieved the kids being targeted are so much younger. 

- The BAU arrives in Maine, summer sun on their skin, and Spencer on the phone with his aunt, who is INSISTING they stay at their hotel, partly because she doesn’t want them to have to pay for rooms, and partly because- well, Derry is small and that’s the only hotel within the town anyways. 

- ENTER: Stanley Uris. 16, lanky, with curly hair and milky skin. Very serious eyes and a demeanor to mirror Spencer’s. He’s not as awkward, and a little bit darker in humor, but the team gets a kick out of how alike they are. Even their wardrobes match for the most part. 

- The investigation picks up speed as another body is found in a drainage tunnel, this time a note referencing Georgie is found too, confirming the Loser’s theory, and shocking the town. Bill of course scoffs at their “U-U-utter collective d-density.”

- The team speaks one by one to the Losers, asking about the circumstances surrounding George D. and his death to get a grasp on the killer when he first started. Bill, Stan, and Mike all help out immensely. Eddie freaks out about how gross it was and how much worse it’s gotten. Beverly and Ben don’t have much to add, and Richie cracks poorly timed jokes, earning a glare from Hotch and Stan. 

- A few days go by and a profile is released. They’re looking for a man in his early 20′s with a god complex, someone who’s reality is very warped and damaged. They’re looking for a thin, fit, white male with no real relationships or attachments. These crimes are not of a sexual nature but one of boredom and pure anger. 

- Richie, hiding in the police station bathroom to get a good sneaky ear on, pops out and immediately “So yer lookin’ for a kid who doesn’t believe in anything at all, who likes fire and knives and fear. This is a small shit hole and we only got one guy like that. He was accused of killing his brother like 8 billion years ago an’ ya never even looked him over.”

- They’re baffled because “why the fuck is he here?” He gives them Patrick’s name, and in a later conversation Stanley talks to Spencer about how truly disturbing Pat is, no jokes, no exaggerations. He admits to being attacked multiple times, and Ben shows the team the letter “H” that has scarred his abdomen all these years. 

- Richie, surprisingly, isn’t around to talk anymore. After a day, the Loser’s are worried after his outburst at the station. What if that idiot went to go snoop on Patrick? (Surprise, the idiot did.) Stan, being as close to Richie as he is, is the first to assume that’s what happened, and he panics. For once in his life he acts before he thinks. He leaves a note for Spencer and leaves. 

- Stan’s suspicions are confirmed when he finds Richie not at home, bike in his yard. He pedals high speed to the quarry, mind and heart racing. He hears screaming within a cave off hidden in the trees by the water. Richie. 

- The dumb idiot tracked down and confronted Patrick “jokingly”, asking why he was murderin’. Patrick only smiled and knocked him unconscious. Richie woke up in a dark, wet cave tied to a rock pillar, bleeding like crazy from a mad gash to the forehead. 

- Patrick was pleased beyond pieces, rambling about how Richie was a little outside of his preferences, but because he opened his big mouth, he’d make an exception. The whole day is filled with pain and regret as Patrick burns, cuts, and beats Richie unconscious time and time again. 

- Mid-scream, Stan stumbles into the cave, waving a big, baseball sized branch, yelling at Patrick to back off. Small boy Stan and tall boy Pat have a staredown. Stan says he left a note saying where to find him, that any minute now the police would be here. Stan tries not to cry seeing Richie’s leg is badly broken at a truly gruesome angle. 

- Patrick only grins and says “Then I guess they’ll have two presents to find.” Stan nearly pees himself right then and there, but stays strong, trying not to panic seeing Richie’s condition. He holds the branch in front of him, shaking like a leaf, but eyes looking ready to kill. 

- Thus ensues the showdown between a grinning Patrick and a beyond angry Stan. While he is slight and quiet in nature, he is very protective of his friends, especially Richie. He feels a responsibility over him since his parents are lacking, and a tender care for him despite his roughness. 

- So Patrick bringing harm to him, of course made Stan see red. The boys battle it out for a bit, Stan swinging the branch, and Patrick his knife. The branch is heavy, and while he gets in a few good hits to Pat’s face and sides, Pat has actually cut/jabbed him pretty badly in the soft of his belly, causing some blood loss and dizziness. 

- Richie is half in and out, alternating between head lolling to the side and screaming obscenities at Patrick and begging Stan to leave. After what feels like an eternity, the blissful sound of other, frantic, adult voices can be heard. Patrick loses his patience, and lunges, pinning Stan to the ground as he starts to choke the younger boy. 

- The BAU launch into the cave, finding Richie a sickening shade of white, whimpering and begging for them to “just get Stan the fuck out of here please god help Stan.” Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner pry a livid Patrick Hockstetter off of Stan, and Pat can’t stop thrashing and going on about finishing the job. 

- Gideon and Printiss go to Richie to untie him and direct the medics, but as soon as the little brat is untied he launches as uncoordinated as a newborn deer and collapses next to Stan sobbing. Spencer is there, leaning over his kid cousin, panic just evident in his eyes as he keeps his voice calm, talking Stan through what the medics are doing to him and Richie, knowing just how much Stan hates not being able to know or control everything. 

- Patrick Hockstetter is arrested on the now whopping case of 12 murders over a span of 9 years, to his parent’s shock, starting with his little brother and Georgie Denbrough. The Losers Club is in tears at the hospital, Richie needing to be placed in the ICU and Stan needing blood, conveniently donated by Spencer of course, because that man would do anything for his mini-me. 

- The hospital is a flurry of worry and care as the two heal slowly, Stan calling Spencer who flew back home, updating him on everything. Spence can hear the steel in his voice when he says that Richie’s parents only visited the first initial time to supply his paperwork and sign what needed to be signed, and haven’t been back since. 

- He also confesses hesitantly over the phone that he knows now just how much he actually loves Stan. He tells Spencer he’s gonna ask him out, and when he calls the next day, he’s giddy and over the moon, showing more emotion than normal when he shouts that he has his first boyfriend. He’s pleased as peaches to be the doting boyfriend, helping Richie in therapy as his leg was badly hurt. It was a ray of hope on the dismal day he called Spence to say Richie wouldn’t be able to use that leg like normal ever again. It was all an ordeal, but he was just happy to have him the way he did, and happy to have someone to talk to about it. 

- It’s now a nightly ritual when possible for Stan and Spencer to talk, or video chat, even if it’s just for 5 minutes, because they both had a scare and realized they shouldn’t take family for granted especially when you have so much in common. Spencer tells him all the details he’s legally allowed to share on their cases, because Stan now has an interest in being a part of the BAU himself. 

- After Patrick is locked away, and Richie is released, things slow down and go back to normal. Spencer talks to the Losers once a week when Stan is at a much less depressed Bill’s house, and he helps identify any birds and plants he sees on FaceTime at Mike’s farm. He mails Stan pictures of the team on their off nights, titling them “Vintage Losers” or “Losers from the Future”, and Stan doesn’t admit it, but it does make him cry at how cute his cousin can be. 

- All in all, despite the terror and the hatred and the years of cursed endings in Derry, Maine- Stanley Uris is happy. He has a goal for the future. He wants to be just like his cousin, and save lives. To protect his friends and family, and anyone else he can. He has a supportive and loving boyfriend, lots of great friends, and a cousin who would do anything to see him succeed. His nights are filled with studying for college, for the BAU, and warm kisses as his boyfriend limps around their new apartment together in the background.