reddie ft stenbrough !

Chap18 “Loose Ends” a REDDIE fancomic.

Since the recent events where all our reddie hearts were butchered by the very talented, yet, cruel (kinda kidding… kinda) @thetheatregal at her amazing fic “It’s not my Fault” I decided to post the new chap a little earlier.

Hope this helps you a little to make it through until her new update comes… hopefully to not rip our hearts again -_-  

-Also, I hope the only problem with the download page is just the size of the files cause that’s how I’m gonna share the nsfw chaps. 

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A repost of my Reddie meet-cute. Wanted to post it properly on here.

Summary:

It’s 7am. A young man has just opened his coffee shop for the day. At the same time, another young man is on his way home from a night out with his friend, and he’s really craving a donut with pink frosting.

Word count: 2900 Pairing: Reddie

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It was 5 minutes to 7am, and Eddie Kaspbrak was gulping down his black coffee in a desperate attempt to get his tired eyes to stay open. The coffee shop was cleaned and ready for opening, the cake disk; usually overflowing with cute pastries, was yet to be filled with the cakes he was still preparing in the backroom. Chocolate cupcakes, powdered donuts filled with strawberry-jam and slices of marble cake were only a few of the pastries he was working on.

Baking was one of Eddie’s favorite things to do, and he had just finished a round of donuts, newly dipped in strawberry or chocolate frosting. He had even gotten up extra early to make them. They always sold well in the morning, but because of the long time they took to make, he didn’t do it that often. He just really felt like making them today.  

As he was finding his ‘coffee tunes’-playlist to play on the speakers, the lock of the door clicked, and in walked his co-worker (and best friend), Stan.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning”, Eddie replied. “I was starting to get worried. We’re opening in…” he checked the clock above the milk-steamer, “uhm, now. Just leave the door open.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2676362 Sick As A Dog (1,096 words); sick!richie loses his voice https://archiveofourown.org/works/12057132/chapters/27303966 but you don’t even like me (4,,073 words); Richie makes fun of Eddie because he likes him the most https://archiveofourown.org/works/12163485 The Two Presents (586 words); sweet little kiss fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/12162897 In Dreams, When We’re Alone (3,302 words); Eddie has nightmares https://archiveofourown.org/works/12162375 Just… Not Eddie (1,667 words); Eddie gets taken when Bev is https://archiveofourown.org/works/12161340 just once (1,045 words); they kiss for “practice”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12160161 I Got You (3,488 words); Eddie gets bullied and Richie is there to help http://archiveofourown.org/works/12103668 Richie and Eddie’s (worst kept) secret (2,528 words); the square more or less knows about Eddie and Richie http://archiveofourown.org/works/12094596/chapters/27417063 It’s not my fault!; series of oneshots that connect that are just super cute and sweet https://archiveofourown.org/works/9842051 Jeez, Eds, Y'alright There? (2,542 words); they’re kids and they care about each other and it’s nice https://archiveofourown.org/works/10504761 Don’t Cry, Eds (643 words); Eddie gets hurt and Richie patches him up https://archiveofourown.org/works/10554236 Gay Panic Attack (2,734 words); not exactly what the title implies but some real good shit let me tell you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11839224 20/20 (4,926 words); Richie thinks he might be in love https://archiveofourown.org/works/12083586 No Mistakes (1,478 words); Richie’s confession is cute and sweet and Eddie’s is the perfect response https://archiveofourown.org/works/12090426 You Snuck Up On Me (3,074 words); their friendship over time as Richie realizes his feelings https://archiveofourown.org/works/12107400 stars (1,200 words); they stargaze which is my kink tbh https://archiveofourown.org/works/12112746 Sit Still (3,176 words); Richie is sick and Eddie takes care of him https://archiveofourown.org/works/12123021 He’s the Prettiest Boy at the Party, and He Can Prove It with a Solid Right Hook (1,595 words); okay there’s cuddling and also the title is from a Frank Iero song so this is some good shit

excuse my cheesy ass title but it’s new years and i fuckin had to :)

also excuse this mess it’s kinda shitty but i wanted to write a reddie new years fic so i pulled this out of my ass in 2 hours ENJOY 

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word count: 1,177

perma taglist:  @reddietofall @spilling-tea @summerxle @l0udsigh @eds-trashmouth@kotoamor @reddies-spaghetti @sad-synth @burymestanding @whos-bitch-is-this @reddieinthestars @toziuh @missingstanleyuris  @60swolfhard

Eddie Kaspbrak hates New Year’s. Nothing changes, except for the year, no matter how much everyone wants it to. It’s an endless cycle of people saying they’re going to do something different, but then staying the exact same. He thinks it’s sad, and he’s secretly calling himself out because now at twenty-one years old, Eddie has had the same New Year’s Resolution for nine years: to admit his feeling to his best friend.

listen to the playlist

Sign one

“Can we buy razors?” Stan’s voice was sharp in the comfortable silence.

“What?” Ben’s more humble, soft register dulled down the alarming question that had been thrust in all of their faces.

“Is it legal? At sixteen?” He was trying so hard to be nonchalant, so hard it was almost noticeable. Almost. The days leading up to what he was planning was full of almosts.

“Yeah, I th-thuh-think so. Why?”

“My mom wanted me to buy her some on the way home.” Stan shrugged, kicking up his bike stand and settling in his seat, looking only at the pavement.

Ask- ‘Oooo can you do the “Bend over” prompt with Eddie on bottom’

Eddie always considered himself a wholesome person. The kind that would help an old lady across the street or bake cookies for a friend when they were sad.

He definitely didn’t consider himself the kind of person that snuck into his boyfriends work after hours to ‘hang out’ but here he was, sitting on one of the display tables at the small local record shop with Richie fiddling around closing up the till.

“Bill wanted to do a movie night or something.” Eddie spoke, looking down at one of the bobbleheads beside his, lightly tapping on its head.

“tonight?” Richie’s voice was further away then it had been. Eddie looked over his shoulder and saw he was locking up the front door. He turned his back to Richie to look at the back of the store and the various Band Tee’s hung on the wall.

“Yeah, he got some new ones I guess. I told him we would meet-“ Eddie stopped talking when he felt a hand on the back of his neck. Somehow, Richie had crossed the store without making any noise.

“I have a few more things I want to do before leaving.” Richie leaned to whisper into Eddie’s ear as he rounded the display table to stand in front of him.

He put his hands on Eddie’s knees and pushed them apart slightly. stepping more into Eddie’s space, Richie lowered his head towards Eddie’s lips. only hesitating for a second when instead he met Eddie’s cheek. Eddie rolled his eyes and tried to ignore Richie as he felt light kisses being pressed into his cheek along his jaw.

“Rich, Bill said he was going to-.”

“After” Richie mumbled against the side of Eddie’s mouth as Eddie gave in to Richie and turned his head to face him.

Richie smiled into the kiss when their lips met and moved his hands to Eddie’s waist, blindly pushing the material of his shirt out of the way.

Eddie let out a small gasp at the feel of hands on his bare sides. Richie smiled again in triumph and brushed his tongue along Eddie’s bottom lip. This pulled a slightly louder gasp and lead to a much more heated make-out session then Eddie had been expecting.

Richie’s hands dragged from Eddie’s sides, moving lower as he distractedly nipped at his neck.

“Richie…” Eddie softly whispered into Richie’s ear as he wrapped his arms around the taller boy’s shoulders and raised his hands to pull lightly on Richie’s hair.

Richie continued to lick and bit at the parts of Eddie’s neck that he could reach as he pressed his hand to the front of Eddie’s shorts. He huffed out a small laugh when he felt how hard Eddie was.

“Bill said… “the words died in Eddie’s throat as Richie pressed his hand harder against him.

“Ed’s you really need to stop talking about Bill when I have my hand on your dick.”

Eddie dug his face into Richie’s shoulder, his voice was muffled by the material of Richie’s shirt.

Richie moved his hand and grabbed at Eddie’s hips, pulling him towards the edge of the table and pressing up against him.

Eddie’s breath hitched as he felt Richie hard cock pressed against his. His fingers pressed into Richie’s arms as he arched his back, trying to get closer as Richie rocked against him.

“But Bill.” Eddie whined out. Richie stopped moving his hips and let out a frustrated sigh. He dropped his mouth to Eddie’s ear as he moved his hands down to grab at as much of Eddie’s ass as he could.

“Eddie, I need you to stop talking about Bill and bend over for me.”

A shiver ran down Eddie’s back as the little bit of resistance he had left him.

Eddie scooted closer to Richie, raising his hand up to push lightly on his chest. Richie stepped back and watched as Eddie placed his feet on the ground and spun in his arms.

He placed his hands on the table where he had just been sitting and slowly bent over the display, completely forgetting where they were.

Richie ran his hands down Eddie’s back, stopping at the waist of his shorts and looked over at his face. Eddie was looking over his shoulder, breath shallow as he waited for Richie to make a move.

Just as the tip of Richie’s thumb hooked into the band of Eddie’s shorts, a loud bang coming from the front of the store broke them apart. “Eddie? Richie? You in there? You said we would meet at the park like twenty minutes ago.” Bill’s voice called from outside of the store, accompanied by a few more bangs.

Eddie’s eye’s widened and he cursed as he pushed himself off of the table and tried to make it look like he wasn’t just about to have sex in a record store. Richie groaned loudly as he stomped over to the front, not bother to fix his shirt or hair, which Eddie had seriously messed up.

He threw the lock on the door open and glared out at Bill.

“I hate you.” He grumbled as he turned and headed back into the store to actually finish closing up.

“What did I do?”

Tag List 

- Eddie Kaspbrak was known as the clean and precious seed of Derry.

- He was loved by almost everyone, especially the elderly.

- Parents would comment to his mother on how Eddie was going places, whether it was academic, or something to do with cheerleading

- As Eddie was one of the best cheerleaders on the Derry High School Squad.

- He was also imfamously known for being the only boy on the squad that wore shorts instead of long legged pants.

- “Shorts are more comfortable and allow more room for kicks!”

- Richie Tozier was infamously known as the ‘bad egg’ of Derry.

- Parents tell their kids to cross the street when they see him. Not to make eye contact and not to make conversation.

- Eddie’s mother was one of these parents, warning her precious little boy to stay clear.

- Eddie did. He avoided Richie as best as he could. He focused on his subjects and his cheer practice, but sometimes Eddie would find himself staring at Richie in class.

- He’d watch when Richie got his tests back they’d all be in the 80-100% region, which Eddie found odd for someone that had the reputation of being a waste of space.

- Then they are paired up for a project.

- Eddie lies to his mother by saying he’s putting in more cheerleading practice, but he is in fact meeting up with Richie Tozier in the library.

- The first few meetings are awkward, they barely speak to eachother and get on with their work. The only conversation they make is Richies crude jokes about his mother.

- Until the third night in when Eddie compliments Richie’s leather jacket, which earns him a smirk that makes Eddie’s head swirl.

- “Thanks cutie. Has anyone told you how good your ass looks in those shorts?”

- Eddie flushes bright red but mumbles a quiet “no”

- Richie is SHOOK.

- Because WTF? Eddie is smokin! How had no-one told him this before? He’s like the only reason Richie attends the stupid pep ralleys the school throws.

- After that day, they start spending time together outside of the library.

- Richie takes Eddie to the roller rink diner and they spend the night skating and eating burgers.

- When Richie dropped Eddie off a block away from his house he smiles this shy smile.

- Eddie is about to ask what was wrong before Richie just went for it, leaning over and pressing his lips to Eddie’s.

-Eddie is flushing red, but kisses him back because he really really likes Richie Tozier.

- After that, they spend more and more time together.

- But in secret.

- Because if Eddie’s mother found out she’d never let him leave the house ever again.

-The only people who know are Eddies friends Bill, Stan and Ben, and Richies friends Beverly and Mike,

- They all start hanging out as a group, spending all their free time together.

- After they’d been together a year, Richie, in a rate burst of romance, gives Eddie the ring he wears on his right hand.

- Eddie might think Richie is disgusting for smoking, might fins his crude jokes annoying, and his motorbike his just plain dangerous.

- But he loves him anyway.

- At graduation, two years after they’d gotten together, Richie surprises everyone by being named Valedictorian and Eddie surprises no-one but his mother by getting up onto the stage and kissing Richie in front of his whole school year.

- He can still hear his mothers screech drowned out by Richie’s chuckling to this day.

(as always thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the HC form for this ask! If anyone wants to be added to the taglist just let me know! <3)

nsfw aged 21/22

Eddie had been planning for his twenty-first birthday for months now. Bev and Mike had told him they were taking him to their favorite bar so he could have his first (legal) drink. He was prepared for that..

But what he wasn’t prepared for is the boy staring at him from across the bar.

They made brief eye contact but Eddie quickly turns away and looks at the bartender, “Just give me something strong.” The bartender laughs and begins to make his drink.

“That is Richie Tozier,” Bev says, nodding to the boy.

“Who?”

“The boy who keeps staring at you.”

word count: 1978

As I look at you

Eddie could hear the familiar knock on his window, but this time he ignored it. He put the volume of his music higher, silently begging for Richie to leave him alone. He stared at the book he had open on his lap so intensely he was almost burning holes in it.

I’m really bad at headcanons but I got an idea for a fic with blind!Richie that I would love to write but between work, personal life, and other fics I don’t have time for the research that it would take and I don’t want to write the fic without doing the research because it wouldn’t bring justice to the concept. Anyway here’s what I came up with because I don’t want the few days of small research and stuff that I did go to complete waste.

Richie is blinded in a car accident with his mom when he’s 14-15

Maggie was sent to rehab and disappeared after she finished

she was drunk and he suffered damage to his occipital lobe

he’s not complete darkness blind, he can see blurred shapes and light

like when the mirror is fogged after a shower but worse and little, if any, color and sensitivity in his eyes

anyway he’s friends with Bill, Bev, Stan, Mike, and Ben

Eddie is the new kid at Derry High School and falls in with the group too

Richie has a lot of ups and downs as well as depression that comes with losing his sight

but he’s still Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier

he wears different outlandish sunglasses because of his light sensitivity

the other losers are always finding new sunglasses for him

he had a cane for a while but Bowers broke it one day and he never really cared to get a new one he either improvises with random objects or one of the losers guides him 

usually it’s Eddie who guides him and no one is really offended when they figure out that Richie prefers it that way except Eddie is really imperceptive and can’t really figure out why that is

and Richie can’t really figure out why Eddie is always so willing to be the one who does it

because dumb gay boys

one day Bowers or someone breaks his sunglasses in the hallway and Eddie pulls a whole other pair out of his backpack, rainbow striped that make Richie laugh when Eddie describes them

Richie was friends with everyone else before he was blind so he knows what they all look like

but he won’t let anyone describe Eddie to him and won’t really explain it

one day they’re all at the quarry

Richie and Eddie jump together (holding hands of course)

the others are describing everything around them when they’re drying off in the sun and one of them accidentally starts to describe Eddie

Richie gets really mad

Eddie shows up at his house later and sneaks into his room

which Richie thinks is really funny until Eddie asks what the fuck is up

Richie admits his feelings for Eddie and doesn’t want to know what he looks like because he’ll never actually be able to see him or be with him and it tears him apart

Eddie asks why he thinks they couldn’t be together

Richie sees himself as broken and doesn’t want Eddie stuck with that

Eddie calls bullshit on that and sits on Richie’s bed with him

starts describing himself and guides Richie’s hands to feel his hair and his face

then Eddie starts telling Richie how he sees him - that he thinks he’s beautiful and really fucking annoying sometimes but pretty consistently the best part of Eddie’s day/week/month and that he’s not broken because he’s more than what has happened to him and nothing kept Eddie from falling for him too

Richie cries and Eddie cries and they kiss a lot

anyway that’s as far as I got and it’s pretty angsty but I really love the idea so I wanted to do something with it

Fandom: IT (2017), IT (Stephen King) Pairings: Bill Denbrough/Stan Uris, Stan/Patty, Bill/Audra Read it on my AO3

@stenbroughvevo i’m dedicating this to you bc i complained about how sad your fic is but like, same @trashrichie oh hey, look! i actually write stuff!

Bill knows what it means when he sees Stan in town out with a girl he doesn’t know. He knows what it means when he and Stan only kiss when they’re home alone and up in Bill’s room. He knows what it means when they’re holding hands in the theater and Stan lets go when the screen flashes too brightly. And Bill knows what it means when he falls asleep in Stan’s arms, even when Stan is always gone by the time the sun comes up.

Author’s Note: OKAY SO BASICALLY i’m writing this on mobile and that’s why the formatting is shit and i can’t add a read more but anyway so this is a lil oneshot i wrote last night just because i felt like writing some half nsfw stenbrough but i didn’t know what to write so i asked my gc friends for some quotes that i had to incorporate and i wrote this adhering to the quotes. it was fun & you’ll prob be seeing a lot more of these like blurbs from me. also forgive all the errors i didn’t feel like editing and was half asleep when i wrote this.

[warnings: boys kissing, *non-descipt* grinding, swearing]

the quotes i was given:

- [x] 1. “damn stan lookin like a BUFFET”

- [x] 2. “ow my thighs”

- [x] 3. “i didn’t mean it like that, i swear”

- [x] 4. “fuck you, denbrough” “maybe later” (fuckboy bill??? i’m feeling it)

- [x] 5. “hand off my thigh and back on the gearshift”

- [x] 6. “it’s so warm and squidgy”

- [x] 7. “jesus, warn a guy first”

- [x] 8. “your head looks like a bowl of ramen”

- [x] 9. “you’re the bees knees”

- [x] 10. “oh, so THATS how it works”

—— a stenbrough oneshot that i don’t have a name for

Stan didn’t mean to get dragged here. He didn’t mean to lose the bet to Richie. He didn’t mean to ever do something like this in his life - but here he is.

“Bet you won’t last three minutes, Stanley,” Richie smirked with his eyebrows raised as his hand hovered over the pot of mystery half-liquid, squishy looking substance that sat on the stove in their apartment.

“What is it with you and bets, lately? First you bet against Eddie and Mike for both of us, without my consent, and now we actually have to…stick our hands in…whatever this is. You suck, Richie, but you’re on. What do I get when I win? Since you’re so great at losing these things.”

Richie pondered for a moment while Eddie and Mike came stumbling in from the other room, yelling something about not starting without them. Mike had his video camera in hand, and Eddie had his phone open to snapchat.

“If I win, you have to come to that halloween frat party with me this weekend… Dressed as a french maid.” Richie smiled evilly.

“Great. So when I win, you get to do that by yourself and have Mike send me pictures throughout the night if you in costume - so you don’t cheat.”

“You’re so on, Uris.”

And with that, Mike counted down from three, and the two boys stared each other down competitively before plunging their hands into the mystery substance.

Stan’s hand no sooner sank into the mess before he flung it back out, squealing in disgust. Before Stan realized what he had done, Richie was smirking at him, eyes narrowed.

“What’s wrong, Stan?” He teased, sickeningly sweetly, “It’s so warm and… squidgy.”

Stan had dreaded that Friday night. He walked out of his room, costume unfortunately on and tight-fitting as ever - decked out in heels and even with his hair half tied up. He stumbled often, twisting his ankle several times just getting to the door.

“Your head looks like a bowl of ramen,” Richie remarked, snickering, “Come on, come on, get in the car.” He swung his keys around his finger and Stan wished they would fly off and hit him in the side of his head. Fuck Richie Tozier.

“Oww, my thighs,” Stan complained in the car on the ride over, “These things really hurt my legs,” He gestured to the shoes, “Do I really have to wear them all night?”

“Yeah, if you don’t want a second, even worse punishment,” Richie smirked again, driving so casually in the dark and jokingly patting Stan’s bare thigh.

“Hand off my thigh and back on the gearshift, Tozier,” Stan snapped at his best friend. This was Richie, and when he said he had a worse dare in mind for Stan, Stan believed him. Richie was famous for these kinds of schemes.

“Try walking heel-toe,” Richie suggested, and Stan didn’t even question how he knew that.

“Oh, so THAT’S how it works? For girls? Is that how they do it so easily all the time?” He furrows his eyebrows, looking down to the uncomfortable shoes.

Stan still stumbled out of the car when they reached the party - and realized Mike had walked down the driveway to meet them.

“Damn, Stan! Lookin’ like a BUFFET!” He joked, high-fiving Richie.

“You two are insufferable,” Stan scowled, doing his best to strut away from them and up the porch steps, into the house. He felt like a dumbass, but he wasn’t going to let it show. He tried to keep his feet aligned with his thoughts - ‘heel, toe, heel, toe.’

He walked straight to the kitchen, immediately turning to the counter full of booze and empty cups. He threw together whatever looked like it would mix well - it’s obvious this wasn’t Stan’s usual scene, and tonight, Stan was going to brave it on his own, without Mike or Richie by his side to make fun of him.

Stan grabbed his cup off of the counter and walked cautiously to the room most people seemed to be gathered in. He was surveying the room - making sure no one he knew was in there - when a body bumped into his, his nose meeting a heavy scent of axe body spray.

“Ugh,” Stan reeled in disgust, taking a step backwards and looking up at the face of the person he’d bumped into.

Of course, no other than local fratboy asshole Bill Denbrough stared back down at him with a smug ass look smeared across his face. “Jesus, w-warn a guy f-fffirst, sweet thing,” He spoke slowly, stuttering as well as slurring. His alcohol-reeking breath fanned across Stan’s face in the most unpleasant way, and Stan was already annoyed with the night - and even more with this situation. He nearly stomped his kitty heel onto Bill’s foot.

“Oh, fuck off,” Stan glared at Bill who hadn’t moved to get out of his way, “And I’m not a ‘sweet thing’. I’m a dude, if you haven’t noticed.” Stan kept calm despite his anger, trying to will Bill to move with his mind. He didn’t have time for this - what if Mike or Richie saw? What would they say? He would never hear the end of it.

Bill, in turn, giggled. Actually giggled, and leaned down to stroke the fabric of Stan’s skirt, looking intently at the material and smirking, as well as pointing to Stan’s heels. “Th-these beg t-to argue.”

“What, you’ve never seen a guy in a skirt before?” Stan snapped, tugging the bottom of his outfit away from the other boy’s hands.

“N-nnot one I’ve w-w-wanted in my be-ed,” Bill slurred again, this time closer to Stan’s ear, and Stan was getting fed up. He didn’t come here for this. He didn’t come here for anything. He didn’t even want to be here.

“Fuck you, Denbrough,” Stan squints, ready to fight someone. Bill straightened somewhat, but kept the smug look on his face.

“Maybe l-later,” Bill winked, and Stan fake gagged.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” He rolled his eyes, sarcastically adding: “I swear.”

“Oh, y-you’ll be s-ss-swearing, alright,” Bill hummed again, and still hadn’t fucking moved. Stan was nearly ready to just give up and walk to a different room. He sighed.

“Can you just let me through? I’m just trying to get in there.” He looked irritatedly up at Bill. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find Bill attractive - so fucking attractive - but douchey frat boys aren’t Stan’s type.

“How ab-bout I take you s-ss somewhere b-better?”

And this is how Stanley Uris ends up completely drunk, heels kicked off over the side, grinding in the lap of William Denbrough in his bed, both of their hands greedily roaming where they pleased.

“Fuck,” Stan hissed as Bill traced his hand up the inside of Stan’s bare thigh, eventually snaking up under Stan’s skirt and onto his bare waist - effectively making him gasp.

“As h-h-hot as this lit-ttle c-costume is, it needs t-t-to come off,” Bill says, lips still smacking with Stan’s meanwhile he tugs on Stan’s skirt:

“Well, Stan! Looks like you’re having a lot of fun, but it’s time to go and you’re going to regret this in the morning,” Richie was suddenly in the doorway, surprisingly sober, moving to collect his friend away from his newfound lover. “I’ve been looking all over for you, asshole.”

“You know, you’re the bees knees, Richie,” Stan smiled so incomprehensibly drunkenly, Richie couldn’t believe it. Where the fuck was Stan, because he definitely had the wrong guy.

“Who are you and what have you done with Stanley?” He joked, letting Stan lean on him meanwhile he walked them both to the car.

And Richie was right - Stan did regret that in the morning. He went on his routine walk to his favorite little local coffee shop, hood up, sunglasses on, and head throbbing.

He ordered and sat down - not wanting to hear anymore interrogation or ridicule about what happened the night before from Richie. He already had a hangover induced headache, he didn’t need a Richie induced one to make it worse.

He zoned out while he drank his coffee, and didn’t notice the tall, light-brown haired boy take the seat across from him until he spoke.

“You’re the g-guy from last night.” Stan’s attention is quickly caught, and he whips his head up to lock eyes with - of course - fratboy asshole douchebag extraordinaire Bill Denbrough. “St-Stanley Uris?”

“Yeah, that’s me, look, I know you get with a lot of girls- er, people, - so don’t think I’m suddenly going to fawn for your atten-tion…” He trailed off, noting Bill scribbling something on a napkin. He smoothly slid it over to Stan, shoving the marker back into his vest pocket.

Stan looked at the paper, a phone number written on it. His cheeks flushed light pink, and he hoped Bill didn’t see.

“I th-thought you were the b-bees knees - and I’d most definitely l-love to do that sober.” He smirked a last time at Stan before walking suavely out of the quaint little shop.

Stan blushed harder.

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perma-taglist: @oureddiekaspbrak , @r-richie

Chapter V: I wanted it to be you, so badly.

summary:  Eddie Kasprak and Richie despise each other, it’s just too bad that they’re anonymously best pals on tumblr. This is gonna be good…

read on ao3!

last chapter!

a/n:  here’s to the last chapter! this was so much fun to write! i may write a little epilogue for this after, if people want it. thank you to my lovely beta, @losvcr

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‘Yesterday was just a fluke.’ Eddie thought to himself bitterly as he walked past For the Record first thing in the morning. Eddie didn’t exactly know what happened the day before. It was like he and Richie were seeing eye-to-eye for the first time. They understood what it felt like growing up as a loser. Richie had even helped Eddie with the marker situation.

He knew it was too good to be true though. He could tell that Richie had some sensitivity towards gay people ever since he met Richie for the first time. A friendship between them would never work if Richie was homophobic. Quite honestly, Eddie didn’t want to be associated with those kind of people anymore. He needed to put a stop to this.

With a newfound determination, Eddie marched into Rainbow Bouquet and furiously started color coordinating the daisies. As he paced back and forth between the flowers, he heard a bell ring and a “ Mornin’ Eds!”. He looked in the direction of the intrusion and saw none other than the infamous Richie Tozier.

Eddie scrunched up his face and began to stomp over towards Richie. “Now, you list-”  Before he could finish, he promptly tripped over a large pot that was on the floor.

‘Real graceful, Eddie.’ Eddie thought as pushed himself into a sitting position. Then, he realized he had dirt all over his outfit. And an audience. Eddie kept his head down as he frantically brushed dirt off his legs, cheeks burning.

Richie immediately rushed over to him. “Geez Eds! I guess you really can’t help but fall for me, huh?” Richie said with a huge grin and a teasing crinkle in his eyes.

When Eddie’s head whipped back up, he bore a murderous look on his face. “I’m so sick of you making fun of me! You always tease me about some stupid shit, like how little my shorts are or how I’m such a fucking fairy and I’m done with it! I get it! I’m gay! Big fucking deal! I thought that you were finally acting like a normal human being yesterday, but guess what? You’re still a homophobic jackass and…” Eddie continued his rant.

Richie stood there, looking extremely confused. “-wait, you seriously think I’m homophobic?”

Eddie stopped ranting, whipping his head around. “Um… Obviously?”

Richie snorted and all of a sudden started laughing hysterically. He ended up joining Eddie on the floor because he was laughing so hard. Eddie was stunned.

“Wait so- hoo! I mean- holy shit- Bahahaha!” Richie tried to spit out as he rolled around on the floor laughing. After a minute, he managed to compose himself, wiping tears from his eyes, and looked up at a bewildered Eddie.

“Let me get this straight- straight, fucking hell- I’m absolutely not homophobic.” Richie reassured as he helped Eddie to his feet. Eddie looked completely baffled.

“If you’re not homophobic, why would you say shitty stuff like that, Richie?” Eddie interrogated, stomping his foot.

“Because you’re fucking cute, Eds!”

Eddie’s eyes widened almost comically and he immediately looked at his feet, trying to fight off a blush. “Oh.”

Richie grinned when he saw red creep up Eddie’s neck and onto his cheeks. “I can’t believe that you thought I was homophobic. Like oh, my God. I’m glad we got this cleared up, because now there’s nothing in the way of becoming best buds!”

“That is not happening. Ever.”

Richie’s grin on his face fell immediately and Eddie felt a throb of guilt in his stomach. “Why not?”

“Because! We were not made to be friends.” Eddie stated, hands on his hip.

“Says who?” Richie inquired, crossing his arms and moving closer to Eddie. “I think that if I took you to lunch, after one hour you would be dying to be my best friend.”

“As if!”

—–

Eddie was sitting across the table from Richie at Persephone’s Coffee. After this morning’s… incident, Richie had insisted that they go out to get coffee. An idea that Eddie had not been a fan of.

“There is no way in hell that I’m going to get coffee with you.” Eddie said, bitterness lacing his voice.

Richie bit his lip and dropped his head. “Please, Eds?” Richie asked as he lifted his head, “I get that I was a huge jerk. I just have a feeling that if we sit down and have a friendly chat, we’ll get along better than you think.”

Eddie looked at Richie’s unusually downcast expression and he took a deep breath. “Okay, here’s the deal. If we get coffee, you need to be on your best behavior. Got it, Rich?”

Richie’s face lit up and he swept forward to lift Eddie off the ground. “You got it, Eds!”

Eddie groaned and kicked his feet. “Don’t call me that! I hate it when you call me that! And is it a habit of yours to pick people off of the fucking ground at random moments?”

“Only cuties like you, Eddie Spaghetti!”

They agreed on coffee at six, and Richie had come to pick Eddie up on his motorcycle (which Eddie had protested heavily to, but ended up riding on anyway).

When Eddie saw that the cafe they had arrived at was Persephone’s Coffee, he automatically reached for his inhaler, but realized that he hadn’t used one in ten years.

He repressed his worries.

When they walked in, Richie insisted that Eddie find them a table while he ordered them some coffee and pastries. As Eddie looked around for the most comfy booth, he eyed the table that he had sat at for hours, waiting for trashmouth. He grimaced and continued walking.

He ended up sitting down on a cozy little leather couch with a wooden table in front of it, and he waited for Richie to come sit down. Then, he realized what he had forgotten to do, and he started to wipe the couch and table down with disinfectant wipes.

Just as he was finishing with wiping everything down, Richie came over. He was about to hand Eddie his chai latte, but then he saw that Eddie was busy with disinfecting, and waited silently for Eddie to finish.

When Eddie looked up, Richie held his drink in front him. Eddie stared at the mug for a moment before he gently took it into his hands. Richie watched Eddie’s face glow with red.

“Sorry about that. I just can’t stand it if I don’t make sure everything’s clean.” Eddie apologized, putting the packet of antibacterial wipes back in the pocket of his skinny jeans. He sat down alongside Richie on the couch.

Richie smiled softly. “Don’t worry about it, Eds.”

Eddie nodded and relaxed into the couch, staring at his mug in his hands. Richie let the silence last for a couple seconds, but then he saw the distressed look on Eddie’s face.

“Is everything ok?”

Eddie’s looked up and pinched his nose. “Everything’s ok. It’s fine. This is just the exact cafe where I got stood up.” Eddie looked up at Richie and saw a strange look on his face.

“Did you talk to him after… that?” Richie asked casually, sipping his coffee.

“He messaged me last night, but I didn’t respond.”

Richie hummed and nodded his head. “You should message him back. Maybe it was just a misunderstanding.”

“I will.” Eddie sighed.

“What did he say when he messaged you?”

“He told me that he couldn’t tell me why he did what he did. He just had to take care of things first.” Eddie explained, resting his head sweetly on his palm.

Richie’s mouth dropped and he raised his eyebrows. “You know what that means, right?”

“What?”

“He’s married.”

Eddie scrunched up his nose. “No, he is not! I mean… He can’t be! He’s my age, 25!”

“People can get married way younger than 25, Eds.” Richie stated, smirking.

“He’s not married!”

“Hey, people do crazy things when they’re young. Just like that time I spent with your mom in the hot tub. Man, that was crazy-”

“Beep beep, Richie.”

“Is that your new way of telling me to shut the fuck up?”

———

“Trashmouth said what?” Richie asked excitedly, walking through the market with Eddie, three weeks later. The annual Christmas market had just opened, and Richie had been begging for Eddie to go with him. To no one’s surprise, Eddie complied. They were standing in front of a shop that sold old fashioned candles, to Eddie’s enjoyment and Richie’s despair.

“He said that once I saw him, I would stop liking him.” Eddie said, examining a soft blue candle.

“That’s it. He’s fat.”

“He’s not fat!”

Eddie stopped looking at candles for a moment to look at the Christmas wreaths. He stopped suddenly and calmly looked at Richie.

“Besides, even if he is, that wouldn’t matter to me.” Eddie declared prissily, hands on hips.

Richie grinned and squeezed Eddie’s sides, to which Eddie squealed and hit Richie’s arm with butterflies in his stomach. Eddie and Richie had barely spent anytime away from each other in these past weeks. They were constantly in each others space.

It was sudden, but good. Not to mention, Eddie was starting to feel… odd around Richie, but to be honest, that was never a new feeling.

Richie stuffed a moroccan pillow up his shirt from a nearby table and asked, “Well, what if he has to be like, lifted by a crane everytime he wants to leave the house?” Richie pretended to hobble around and groan.

Eddie laughed and felt the butterflies is his stomach flutter again.

No one else really knew how Richie and Eddie got so close. When Mike and Ben had come back from the Caribbean and Maine, they were astonished to see Eddie and Richie in the same room, not tearing each other’s heads off.

Eddie sat behind the counter of For the Record, giggling whilst Richie painted Eddie’s nails bubblegum pink.

“I don’t get why you get black nails and I get pink nails. We should’ve done matching nails.” Eddie had complained.

“I was going to, but you’re just so damn cute in pink, Eds!” Richie teased. They both jumped when they heard the shop door slam shut.

Richie whipped his around and saw Mike Hanlon and Ben Hanscom, looking completely baffled, staring at them both. They were both carrying what looked like souvenirs, that Richie presumed were for Eddie.

Eddie screeched and ran to them, giving them both a huge hug. “Guys! I’m so excited to have you back!” Ben grinned, gave Eddie a hug, and kissed Eddie’s cheek. Mike gave Eddie a hug, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

When Eddie pulled back, Mike still stood motionless, looking completely dumbfounded. “You… and Richie? Are friends? I mean- What?”

Eddie grinned sheepishly and walked back to the counter. “Yep! We got everything figured out. Your aprons are on the counter at the shop, by the way!”

Richie waved awkwardly at the two. Ben and Mike looked at each other and smirked.

———-

It had been four weeks since the market.

-

trashmouth-rt

can i meet you tomorrow? i know what happened last time, and i promise that it will never happen again. if you want to, ill be at the rose garden on main street at 3 pm, wearing an orange shirt

-

Eddie looked at the message, worry stirring up in his stomach. He had continued to message the unknown trashmouth-rt, but less seriously this time around. Richie had, quite honestly, taken up most of his time and thoughts, and Eddie didn’t really know what he did to insinuate that he wanted to meet up with trashmouth.

That didn’t mean that Eddie wasn’t still very fond and intrigued by him. He thought briefly, and typed in his response.

-

nervous-plants

this is your last shot ok?

————

Eddie was already in a little bit of a mood that next day because Richie wasn’t there. He had called that morning, telling Eddie that he came down with a fever, and wouldn’t be able to see Eddie that day.

Eddie didn’t tell him who he was going to meet up with.

Eddie knew he was being irresponsible by not telling him, but he didn’t want anyone to know. He didn’t anyone to know and pity or chastise him.

It didn’t help that he had the unreasonable hope that Richie would end up being trashmouth. He knew it was stupid, he just couldn’t help but find all of these similarities between the two.

‘Don’t be idiotic.’

Eddie looked at the clock behind his desk, and saw that it was time to leave. He stood up, washed his hands again, wiped down the counters, and made his way to his car.

Eddie drove to the Rose Garden at 2:55, anxiously clicking his tongue as he parked his car at the entrance. He looked at the huge iron gates and took a deep breath. He hopped out of his car, shaking his hands out, as if to rid himself of nerves.

He walked in the gates and walked aimlessly around the garden, seeing no one there at the massive estate. Most of the garden was covered in shrubs, no roses to be seen in December, surrounding the beautiful paved path. The sky was speckled with fluffy clouds and the air was brisk. He waltzed around the roundabout, and he sat contentedly, realizing that he would do anything for Richie to be-

He saw someone walk in the gates.

Eddie’s heart jumped. He gently lifted himself off the bench, and walked the opposite way around the roundabout. He felt his chest constrict with anxiety, but also a strange sense of peace. He could honestly say that it was the strangest, most contradictory emotion he’d ever felt.

Then he saw them. They saw him too. They were wearing an orange, button up, and frankly hideous shirt.

Eddie scrunched up his nose, raising his eyebrows at the person in the orange shirt, as if to say, ‘Is it really you?’

The person grinned back, teary eyed, as if to say, ‘You knew it all along.’

Eddie walked carefully towards him, tears gathering in his eyes as well. He stopped in front of him and grabbed their hands. Eddie took a shaky breath and looked up at him. He raised his hands to his face.

“I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.” Eddie whispered as he held Richie Tozier’s face in his hands.

Richie let out a watery laugh, and Eddie went up on his tiptoes to kiss him softly. They were both still crying.

When they took a breath, Richie wiped Eddie’s tears from his cheeks and winked.

“I always knew that you were getting my mail, Eds.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Trashmouth.”

———-

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Bill Denbrough is not having a great week. He’s twenty-two years old, he just came out to his parents about being bisexual last week and they didn’t take it well, and now his ex girlfriend, best friend, and roommmate Bev is forcing him out of the apartment to go to a gay bar. Because according to her, it’s about time, and what’s the point of coming out if he’s not going to try and meet any men? Unfortunately for him, when he shows up at CVS to buy condoms (just in case), the cashier is ridiculously beautiful (and flirtatious), and Bill wants to melt into the floor. He leaves the store feeling thoroughly humiliated, but that’s not the end of his night with this curly haired angel.

Based on this hc/prompt from @staruris in our group chat: “stenbrough hc where bill buys condoms and stan is working register,, bill is EMBARRASSED thats all”

As a warning: this is kind of nsfw, but not totally?

Read on Ao3

A/N: Hey everybody!! Like I said before, this is based on a prompt/hc from my group chat and SamJ is also writing a fic about it!! You should all go read it!.This one kind of got away from me haha, and definitely took a life of it’s own/strayed away from my intentions, but I’m really happy with how it came out! I hope you all like it 

❤️  This fic is dedicated to @donvex who is my Bill inspiration/muse ❤️

Bill is looking over his shoulder anxiously as he steps through the automatic doors of the CVS down the street from the address Bev had suggested to him that morning. He knows it’s silly to feel anxious about someone seeing him here. People come to CVS for all sorts of things - there’s no way they would know why he was there. But he can’t help but feel like “I’m here to buy condoms!” was written in thick black marker across his forehead.

Ducking his head and trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible, he sticks to the far walls of the store and walks through the cosmetics aisle until he reaches the back and walks a few aisles down until he gets to the healthcare section. He looks down the aisle and it seems to stretch for miles. Taking a deep breath and reminding himself it was perfectly normal for a twenty-two year old man to buy condoms with his own goddamn money, he takes his first few steps. His feet carry him down to where the familiar logos stare back at him. There are a lot more options than he realized and he can’t believe that he’s made it this far in his life without ever having to purchase them himself.

Back in high school, Bev had them on hand, and then in college Audra was always prepared. But now it’s up to him and he is overwhelmed to say the least. He finds himself reaching for a box of Trojans and jumps when his overzealous hand accidentally knocks four other boxes to the floor. His face feels hot and he is sure his ears are fire engine red at this point. He quickly shoves all the boxes back onto the shelf, shooting a cursory glance at the last one which proves to be a multipack. That will have to do, he decides, because if he had to stand here much longer he might actually explode from embarrassment.

Eighteen is an important age, the age you finally get a taste of freedom. Today meant Stan was no longer a child but, finally, an adult.

After his Bar Mitzvah, birthdays didn’t mean too much but today was different. He wore jeans instead of his typical khaki’s and slicked back his hair.

Stan’s parents frantically run around preparing for the arrival of a ‘family friend.’

“Good morning” he says with a bright smile.

“Good morning, Stan” his mother says, not even bothering to look up at him.

“Don’t you have something to say?” he says.

“I don’t think so, should I?” she says looking up at stan, “oh right, have a nice day, sweetie.”

Stan just smiles at her and ignores it, maybe they’re just messing with him. He slings his backpack over his shoulder and begins his walk to school. Beverly walks up and loops her arm through his, “hey, Stanny.”

“Hey Bev” he says offering her a warm smile.

“Happy birthday” she says pinching his cheeks. Stan just laughs and shakes his head. They walk into school and he’s taken aback.

The one and only Bill Denbrough is leaning up against his locker, in a sexy James Dean kinda way, Stan’s knees threaten to give out.

“Keep it in your pants,” Bev giggles, his blushing face makes her laugh harder. His face gets even hotter when he notices Bill looking right at him.

He quickly looks down, grabbing Bev’s hand, and speeds down the hall.

~

“Hey, hot stuff.”

Stan rolls his eyes so hard he’s surprised they don’t fall right out of his head, “what do you want, Eddie?”

He takes this as an invitation to sit down.

“I was wondering if you had a date to tonight’s dance” he says with his typical dorkish smile, Stan resists the urge to roll his eyes again.

“Goodbye, Edward” Beverly says pushing his face away with the palm of her hand before pulling Stan outside, “day going any better?”

“No, if this day goes by any slower I will step into traffic” Stan says sighing.

“Lighten up, it’s your birthday” she says pinching his cheeks again.

“So? It’s not like anybody actually remembered” he says crossing his arms over his chest.

“Come on, you’re their only son, there’s no way they forgot” she says shoving him. He just shrugs and adjusts his back pack, “call me later and tell me how things went.”

Bev jogs off into the direction of her house as Stan sighs again.

~

“Y-ya know Stan U-Uris” Bill says putting on his baseball cap.

“The jewish kid?” Mike says absentmindedly. Bill nods, “I’ve heard of him.”

“What do y-you think of him?” he asks, trying to be casual as possible.

“Uh, he’s nice? I don’t really talk to him, why do you ask?” he says walking through the locker room doors.

“I think I-I like him” he says shrugging it off.

“You could have anyone you want and you chose him? No offence but he doesn’t seem like your type. And besides, how do you know he likes boy, it’s against his religion” he says as Bill frowns.

“T-thanks, man.”

“I’m just saying, Big Bill.”

~

“Mom, I’m home” Stan yells slamming the door behind him.

“Staniel!” Stan gets attacked in a tight hug as his mom awkwardly smiles at him. Then in the worst British accent he’s ever heard, “I’m Richie Tozier, nice to meet ya.”

“Stan, this is Richie, the family friend” his mom says.

Stan smiles politely and inconspicuously wipes his hand on his pants after shaking his hand. He turns his attention back to his mom, “do you have anything you’d like to mention now?”

Andrea sighs and places her hands on her hips, “Stan, is there something I should know?”

“No, I guess not” he says before jogging up to his room. He belly flops down on his bed and quickly punches Bev’s number into his landline.

“Beverly Marsh.”

“They forgot my birthday.”

“No way.”

“Yeah, and there’s this weird guy staying at my house” Stan says rolling onto his back.

“A weird guy?” Bev asks picking at her nails.

“A guy named Richie, apparently a friend of the family” he says running his fingers through his slicked back curls.

“Is he cute?” Stan debates hanging up the phone, “hello?”

“This day could not get any worse” he says closing his eyes.

“If it makes you feel any better, Stanny, Bill was sneaking looks at you today” Bev says wiggling her eyebrows. Despite not being able to see her, he knows exactly what she’s doing. “And he was looking pretty hot in his varsity jacket.”

Stan smiles at the thought, “maybe he’ll be at the dance tonight.”

“And maybe he’ll be in the mood to get all touchy-feely with a certain curly-haired hunk.”

“Beverly.”

“Wear something sexy and I’ll meet you at 8.”

Stan sets down the phone and goes back downstairs, “hey Stan, your father and I are going out tonight, you’ll be on your own for dinner.”

“Okay, I’ll be at the school dance tonight anyway,” before she can add anything, he quickly says, “With Bev.”

“Beverly Marsh? Oh, I like her, she’s a sweet girl” Andrea says flipping through the pages in her book. She lightly gasps and closes her book, “why don’t you take Richie with you!”

~

“This school is bigger than I thought it’d be,” Richie says looking around. “I’m gonna go explore!”

Stan rolls his eyes as Richie slips away. Bev runs up and grabs his arm, “guess who’s here!”

Stan doesn’t even have time to answer before she drags him into the gymnasium, blaring loud, but censored, music.

“There’s Ben” she squeals before running off. Stan just shakes his head before walking over to the punch bowl.

“What are the chances this is spiked?” He asks himself.

“It’s highschool, have some fun, Stan” Eddie says casually slinging his arm around Stan’s shoulder. He quickly squirms away from Eddie.

He decides against the punch, not wanting to take the risk and also wanting to get away from Eddie, but he follows like a lost puppy.

Stan sits down next to a giggling Bev and a blushing Ben. Eddie joins in with Bev’s laughing, earning him a dirty look from her, “why don’t you piss of, Kaspbark.”

“Uh, it’s actually Kaspbrak, little lady” he says nervously laughing. Bev’s dirty look turns mean and he takes a step back, “I guess I’ll see ya guys later.”

Bev cracks up laughing when he leaves.

“Oh, Stanny” she says seductively, pointing across the gym. He almosts flips when he sees Bill. He’s dressed in a button up that makes Stan wanna drool.

But Bill’s dancing with some freshman and seemingly having a good time, so Stan turns his attention back to Ben.

~

“Big Bill” Mike calls trying to make his way through the crowd, “Bill.”

He’s oblivious to him over the loud music, “William Denbrough!”

His head snaps in Mike’s direction, offering him a smile before walking over to him, he follows Mike away from the group of overly excited freshman.

“Hey man” he says casually.

“Not to ruin your fun, but Stan the man is standing over there looking rather bored,” he says ushering to the bleachers, “If only there was someone to go and keep him company.”

“Mike, y-you are the man” he says.

“I know, lover boy.”

Bill takes a deep breathe, fixes his shirt, and heads Stan’s way.

~

“This dance is lame,” Bev says playing with Ben’s hair. Ben is absolutely smitten. “Let’s bounce.”

They make their way out of the gym and Bev offers a small get together at her place but Stan is quick to decline, “as much as I’d love to watch you two make out, I gotta go find Richie and go home.”

“Fine, good luck, loser” she says kissing his cheek and leading Ben outside.

“Now where did that freak go.”

~

Bill quickly turns around and walks back to, “hes l-leaving, what d-do I do?”

“Follow him but don’t be creepy” Mike says.

“G-got it” Bill says jogging after Stan. What seems like a million people stop him to talk, by the time he makes it out to the hallway, Stan’s gone.

Bill groans, running his fingers through his hair and kicking the wall. He glumly walks back into the gym.

“That boy is hopeless” Mike says rolling his eyes.

~

“Richie” Stan yells, walking down the empty hallway. Stan is starting to lose patience, “Richie!”

He hears a loud crash coming from a room down the hall, he jogs down and opens the door. He can’t tell if he should be relieved or grossed out.

Richie is on top of a desk, making out with the one and only Eddie Kaspbrak, and not the regular making out; shirtless, panting kind of making out.

They both look at him horrified.

“I’m going home, I guess I’ll just meet you there, Richie” he says, quickly shutting the door and speeding away from the room.

“I can’t believe he’s been here for a few hours and he already has someone to make out with, I’ve been here my whole life and most people don’t even know my name!”

~

“You should try calling him.”

“Nah, I’m trying not to be a c-creep, like you said.”

“I’m sorry, Big Bill.”

“It’s all good,” he says shrugging it off, “b-but I think I’m gonna go h-home.”

“Okay, catchya later, Bill” Mike says waving him off.

Bill gives him a slight wave before walking out. He gets in his car and sighs, “I hope G-georgie has better luck in l-love than I do.”

~

Stan didn’t estimate how cold it would get when the sun went down, so he spent his walk home shivering. His arms were covered in goosebumps and his teeth wouldn’t stop chattering for the life of him.

Despite being cold and exhausted, he almost jumped when he noticed Bill’s camaro. He felt embarrassed at the thought of being eighteen and not having a car.

He had to force himself not to smile when he heard Bill rolling down his car window.

“N-need a ride?”

Stan’s heart stops. Bill Denbrough is asking him to get into his car? He wants to say no and avoid being a bother but his numb fingers tell him otherwise.

“If it’s not a bother.”

“None at a-all, hop in.”

Bill mentally thanks Mike for forcing him to ‘be responsible’ and clean out his car.

Bill Denbrough was not the nervous type, he was cool and collected, but having Stan Uris sitting so close to him made him feel like throwing up, in a good way of course.

After explaining directions and such, Bill noticed Stan isn’t too talkative. Did he do something wrong?

“I-Is everything okay?” He asks nervously gripping the steering wheel.

“Yeah, I just don’t wanna go home yet,” Bill nods, “my whole family forgot my birthday.”

He looks at Stan stunned, Stan wonders if he should regret saying anything, “they forgot your birthday?”

Stan nods.

Bill starts driving in a direction that is definitely not to Stan’s house. They pull up to a half empty diner. Stan get’s pulled inside by an eager Bill.

“Hey Billy, what can I get for you today?” He chooses a booth and Stan doesn’t disagree.

“It’s his b-birthday” he says with a smug smile. Stan knows that means singing and he already wants to crawl in a hole and die. Bill sits quietly with that same smug expression as Stan gives him a look of dread.

Not too long later, the waitress comes back holding a brownie with a single candle in it.

“Happy birthday to you,” Stan feels awkward but he still smiles politely, “happy birthday to you…”

Bill eyes on him makes Stan blush. He doesn’t even notice that the waitress left by the time he’s finished hiding his blushing face.

It’s just him, Bill, and a brownie.

Bill eagerly looks at him, bouncing in his seat, “make a w-wish.”

“You’re here, it already did,” Stan gives him a sheepish smile. Bill’s ears turn bright pink. Stan blows out the candle anyway.

“Can I kiss you?” His breath hitches in his throat.

Bill denbrough wants to kiss him?

“Unless you’re not into b-boys, I know you’re j-j-j… religious, so you can forget that I…”

Stan gives him a soft smile before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. The table digs into his ribs but it’s the last thing on his mind. Bill’s warm lips is all he’s thinking of.