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southangel · 6 months

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hey babes! just discovered your page and im literally obsessed 😍 you are so talented and i love the works so far!

since you've already done one for kyle and kenny, would it be possible to get an nsfw alphabet for stan?

Stan Marsh NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: NSFW content, MDNI

Notes: Thank you!! These compliments have been making me so motivated lately. I’m SO sorry for taking so long on this, i’ve been so busy it’s crazy. Probably will be my last smut-related work in a while since i’m taking a small hiatus on them.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Stan would be caring after sex, but too tired to do a lot.

He’ll get you a cup of water and clean you up as much as he can, but after that he’ll probably just knock out on the spot.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Stan’s favorite body part for himself would be his mouth.

He can do so much with his mouth, and he uses it to his advantage every time.

For you, his favorite body part would be your eyes.

Stan loves how just by looking at your eyes, he can read so much emotion from everything that he’s doing to you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically...)

Stan doesn’t care whether things get messy or not.

His cum would be a little thick, the easiest to stain as well.

Stan would not care where it gets. He prefers to cum inside of you, but your stomach or back is just fine.

Don’t swallow it, he’ll get really embarrassed..

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stan is pretty experimental, not too much though, but enough to want to try new things.

He’s always wanted you to try overstimulating him, but he would just get too embarrassed about it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Stan has some experience, but isn’t an expert at anything for sure, so you had a good first time with him.

He’s still getting the hang of things, even if it might take a while to remember everything that you like and don’t.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Stan does not care whatever position you choose, but he loves whenever you do his favorites.

He loves Cowgirl, he will cry at the thought of you straddling and riding him.

Does not mind spooning you at all, loves cuddle fucking for lazy days.

Stan would probably stray away from positions where he can’t see you well.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Stan would be in the middle between serious and silly, not leaning towards any side.

It really just depends on how he’s feeling most of the time, but tries to lighten things up regardless.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Stan isn’t as well groomed, but it isn’t that bad.

Just short black hair, not that noticeable.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Stan tries to be romantic, but fails horribly at it.

He isn’t sure how to portray his love for you in the best way, so he just wings it.

He does his best though, and you appreciate him for trying, even though he can be really awkward.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Stan will jack off, is not ashamed of it at all.

If he’s ever upset or moody while you aren’t there, he will resort to it.

Stan is pretty touch starved, so he might cry until you come back, just a bit.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Please talk to Stan dirty, he loves it.

It turns him on a lot, so do it.

Stan also doesn’t mind being marked a bit, even if it’s just a simple scratch or hickey.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom is a classic, but not his favorite.

Stan’s favorite location would be the shower.

Even if it can be space limiting, the sight of the water across your body just makes it so much better.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything could get Stan turned on, but he really just needs to get in the mood.

Whenever he thinks of past experiences with you two together, that’s already enough to turn him on.

Or just tight clothing, anything could work.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Stan is fine with degradation, but there’s a point where he stops liking it.

If you degrade him, don’t do it too far or he’ll genuinely get annoyed, don’t make it personal either.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves receiving.

Stan wants to give as well, but he can’t really handle his preferences when you’re handling him so nicely.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, for sure.

If he’s ever feeling really romantic, he’ll be more slow and sensual.

Stan fucks more than he makes love, which is why he’s more rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind quickies at all.

If Stan ever just needs a quick break or a little release of anger, quickies are his go to.

They’re quick and easy, perfect for when he’s in a rush.

Still likes proper sex a bit more, but there’s really no preference for him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to risks and experiments, depends what they are though.

Stan doesn’t mind leaving a door or two open, maybe a window, but probably won’t risk it with his parents.

It’s not like he really cared about them, he just wants to avoid Randy’s constant nagging.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

It depends on how influenced Stan is for how long he can last.

Normally does 2-3 rounds, can be 4 if he’s really eager.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think Stan would use toys on himself, or really own them.

Maybe he would own a few, but just for you.

He wouldn’t mind using a blindfold on you for fun, but then he won’t be able to see your eyes..

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Stan loves teasing, not towards him.

He will scream and ignore you if you tease him, but he loves doing it to you so much.

He loves how he can make you react so much just by a few words, so it’s only natural that he wants to keep doing it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud. Definitely loud.

Stan does not care how loud he is or what sounds he makes, risks don’t concern him.

He says that it’s his way of showing how much he enjoys what you’re doing, yet he shuts you up when you’re loud.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I don’t think Stan would take off his hat during sex.

You can still touch his hair from under his hat, but he won’t take it off.

Don’t try taking it off, he’ll just get more aggressive.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

For Stan, I would say about 5.0 inches, 12.7 centimeters.

Would gain extra length when hard, not too much.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Stan loves you a lot, so he’s probably always excited.

To put it on a scale, I would say about 7/10, 7.5-8/10 on really good days.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Gets super tired easily.

Don’t be surprised if Stan falls asleep before cleaning you up first, he doesn’t mean it!

He’ll try to do the best he can caring for you first though.

“I swear I can go for longer, you’re just stressing me out..”

#south park x reader #south park #south park x y/n #stan marsh x reader #south park smut #stan x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh smut

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vanzuris · 8 months

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i don't know if this may be a kinda weird idea but i thought about it last night and it's been eating me alive, follow me on this one:

kyman as cats au. yes.

(sorry if it’s poorly written, english isn’t my first language)

so, kyle is a slim orange cat who's been living with the marshes since two weeks after he was born. they found him on the side of the road during a family trip, dirty and tiny and loud, and randy was outnumbered; he had zero chances of convincing stan, shelly and sharon to not keep the goddamn cat. and as time passed he successfully gained everyone's heart. they loved him. even sparky (rest in peace) and specially stan who considers him his super best friend because kyle is a very chill and nice cat.

and it has been just him in his territory for a while.

so it's just natural that he can't help but stare in confusion when shelly comes back home with a fluffy, fat brown cat with big brown eyes and a red collar, alleging that she saw him around all by his own for a few days now and decided to take the poor thing to their home. stan, who just loves animals in general, finds him adorable and reaches out to pet him. that motherfucker immediately starts to purr, just to bite stan’s hand seconds later and then act like it was all in good fun. and he doesn’t quite know what is it, but there's something about him that kyle just... doesn't like.

whatever, it doesn’t matter because then it happens. while eric (as printed on his collar) rubs on stan’s legs, he notices kyle for the first time. he immediately starts to approach him, ears and tail up communicating his curiosity. the family just stands there, wanting to see how this will turn out. first they smell each other, and then proceed to make a kind of staring contest before eric raises his paw and hits kyle on the face.

“oooh, i would fight back if i were you, buddy” says randy.

but they still let eric stay after posting pictures of him on social media in case there’s someone out there looking for him. the week goes by with loud meowing from both cats, and it’s a bit annoying but funny, because it’s like they’re arguing in their own little language all the time. kyle tries his best to avoid him: staying in stan’s room for more time than he’s used to, resting on the tallest step of the cat tower, going out of the house to hang out more often with the neighbor’s cat, but he still gets involved in these “arguments” that sometimes even become physical and end up with shelly and stan having to separate them.

and it certainly doesn’t help that eric spends 50% of his time sleeping in shelly’s bed (his favorite human of the four, because she’s always petting him, treating him like he deserves (yeah, like a king) and even bought a nice plate to feed him) and the other 50% trying to start fights with kyle. seriously, what’s wrong with him?

okay. they hate each other, right? kyle must be angry because this cat came out of nowhere and invaded his territory and even dared to try to start fights with him. that’s what it looks like to the whole family.

so it’s just natural that stan has to rub his eyes five times to confirm he’s not insane and seeing things when one night he goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and catches both cats curled up together, incredibly close, on the couch.

“i think kyle is gay”, stan shares his thoughts with the rest of the family three days later during dinner, after constantly catching the two cats getting along and being… clingy? when apparently they thought no one else could see them.

“sparky was gay, what’s the possibility of our cat being gay too?”

stan doesn’t know, but he’s sure he’s right. of course he had to be a fucking orange cat. no one believes him, though, because the cats continue to be gay in secret.

and it’s all fine until one day a blond guy in an orange parka shows up to their house, claiming that eric is his cat that ran away two months ago.

shelly and stan look at each other, knowing damn well that they both started to love that rude cat and don’t want to give him back. but it doesn’t matter, they eventually would have to.

eric greets kenny with a loud purr and even louder meows, happy to see him again. shelly asks kenny to please take his plate and newly bought toys with him so eric can remember her, and then they leave.

the whole week after that is a torture between shelly talking about how much he misses eric and kyle meowing at the door, waiting for the brown cat to come back.

and on a tuesday, stan wakes up to find the two cats curled up on the couch again. oh my god.

he calls kenny, who comes to pick eric up and stan explains how their cats are… lovers? apparently. kenny laughs, but believes in his word and promises to take eric to visit his cat-boyfriend sometimes.

it’s not necessary, though, because eric keeps coming back on his own, but eventually learns the way back home with kenny so that’s not a problem anymore.

the only option the marshes have now is to accept their cat’s sexuality and eric’s presence too, whenever he shows up.

whether they like it or not, he’s part of the family now.

#can you tell that i’m going insane #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #south park kyman #shelly is on sabbatical in case you were wondering #aaahqjejidbwjenwkdnsn #i love them #i kinda wrote this on a rush #wouldn't it be funny if kenny and stan bonded over their gay cats

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kylelover · 2 years

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SOUTH PARK SOCIAL MEDIA HEADCANONS

Hello, hi!! I am bored... so, let's write some headcanons hehe

Also thx for the support 🥺 I love you guys

STAN MARSH

This man hates tiktok and refuses to install it (it's canon ,,, I know) he would instead use some knock off version like YouTube shorts or Instagram reels 🤠

He would send Kyle tiktoks that were funny like 7 months ago which he JUST got to see on ig reels.

He probably has likes 4 posts on Instagram. Most of them are just pictures of his dog, his girlfriend and random ass pinterest pictures he liked

This man would have a pinterest board of goth music he liked back in his emo era

Also, when he was emo... he made a whole new instagram where posed as an e-boy

Just wanted you guys to let you know that.

He also watches call of duty and markiplier on youtube

his user is one that he made when he was 13 and he never changed it

It's stanfnaff

He deffo had a fnaf phase

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

We've all seen Cupid Ye by now...

He would totally have a tiktok account where he posts famous dances (renegade for example)

He expected them to go viral since his dance moves were pretty "smooth"

They never did

He uses Twitter just to comment on his friend's posts

Also to annoy Cartman by hacking his account

He doesn't actually hack him. His password is just CartmanBrahhh

This man never uses instagram

He never posted neither

His pfp is a selfie of him with ike

Since Ike isn't allowed to use Instagram, he uses his brother's account to watch updates of his favourite youtubers

Which explains why Kyle follows pewdipie lmao

His user is just his name with random numbers

Fucking kyleb8392

KENNY MCCORMICK

Let's be honest

He wouldn't even use social media

He has a phone but it's like all cracked and dirty and

It looks like a skinned iphone

He just found it on the street and surprisingly it worked

He has only instagram, youtube and pou installed

On Instagram his name is KensbigD and the only photo he ever posted is a very low quality picture of him

On youtube he watches sometimes commentary youtubers

His deepest darkest secret? Oh yeah, Kenny watches play doh egg videos

Overall he never uses his phone since he doesn't have wifi at all

He also has 18 pictures on his phone and it's memes that he finds funny and some others that already came with the phone which he never deleted.

ERIC CARTMAN

Cartman has every social media istg

He uses discord and Twitter to troll random people by making them think he's dreamsexual or some shit

His username on Instagram is Cartm.an9

He never posts anything

If he does it's probably just a really cringy photo with some filter he took of butters

On youtube he has a gaming channel ofc but has literally left it abandoned

I feel like he'd watch those videos of people eating really spicy stuff then saying NO REACTION

He tried to do it once

He went to the hospital for 4 days

CRAIG TUCKER

Craig would watch those 1 hour analysis video about a random movie

Or those summaries of weird kdramas

He watches cute guinea pig videos but never admits to it

His history is filled with minecraft videos that tweek watches every once in a while

On tiktok he would probably post those sarcastic memes like "Oh yeah galaxy is really big then theres you, a waste of space"

He used to have a secret account where he posted those cute partner videos with tweek

They went viral

Everyone saw them

Never again

His user on ig is probably just his name

Craig_Tucker

He posts pictures of things he finds cool

TWEEK TWEAK

Tweek watches those asmr videos on youtube

Also minecraft building and lego tutorials

Hes probably addicted to tiktok

His fyp is filled with those clickbait videos of "A METEOR IS HITTING THE EARTH SOON WE ARE ALL GONNA DIE!!"

Craig tried helping him by creating new accounts and blocking certain words

They keep coming back somehow

He never posts anything on instagram

He has both of his cameras covered with black tape

He's scared of them watching him

On tiktok he posted only once and it's a video of him in class drawing on the table

His user is just TTWEKE29

I'm tired and I don't want to keep writing... but Wendy would totally watch daily vlog diaries of fit girls

#south park memes #south park #south park headcanon #sp #south park headcanons #kyleloverhcs

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urspopinionsareshit · 2 years

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Random headcanons that I don't feel like writing long-winded explanations for

Stan collects football cards and Kyle collects basketball cards. Stan shoves his into a shoebox while Kyle has a binder with clear inserts.

Kyle tore his Kyrie Irving card up in a fit of rage

Despite being vocally sex positive as a teen, Wendy herself doesn't become sexually active until college

Kevin McCormick stayed at the Marsh house and had play dates with Shelly while Stuart and Carol attended their cult meetings

Stephen and Linda Stotch haven't had sex in eight years

Jimmy majors in broadcast journalism in college and is a reporter for a small town newscast before getting his big break in standup

Clyde's sister babysat for Shelly Marsh and Scott Tenorman when they were younger

Kyle hates Taylor Swift with a passion. He's gone on many a rant about her airing out her dirty laundry in her music and he ESPECIALLY hates "You Belong With Me".

Cartman, however, is a secret Swiftie.

Kyle loves the Beastie Boys

Jimmy gets elastics in every color of the rainbow whenever his braces get adjusted. He coordinates depending on the time of year (red and green around Christmas, red, white, and blue for patriotic holidays, rainbow in June, because "I'm an ally, f-fellas.")

On the other hand, the other three braces wearers opt for clear elastics. Kevin and Scott just don't care and Shelly thinks that colored elastics are futile since in her eyes, it won't help her appearance in any way.

Stan has Does the Dog Die? bookmarked. He's been spoiled many times, but he'd rather be spoiled than have a repeat of what his family and friends call "the Old Yeller incident".

Carol McCormick's family is from Arkansas

Post Covid/The Return of Covid Kenny is bald under his hat.

Butters and Kenny join the cheerleading squad in high school. Scott Malkinson is the mascot. Wendy quits cheerleading for good after the events of "The Hobbit" (and also because the squad never cheers for girls sports).

Both Randy and Sharon went through nasty awkward stages during early adolescence

#south park headcanons #south park #my posts

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ao3-feed-stenny · 3 years

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But if you never try, you'll never know

By: grossalien

Stan wants to try being gay and Kenny is willing to help him out.

“ “I hope that’s oka-'' Stan's sentence was cut short by Kenny kissing him impromptu. It didn’t take long for the surprise to turn into reciprocation as he held tightly onto the orange parka. He felt his own hat fall off as they rolled on the mud, clothes getting dirty. Stan had always liked deers but, right now, he felt particularly grateful for them. “

Words:4858 Chapters:1/1 Language: English Category: M/M Rating:Not Rated

Series: Part 1 of the Stenny Week 2021

Fandom: South Park

Relationships: Stan Marsh/Kenny McCormick Kyle Broflovski/Eric Cartman

Characters: Stan Marsh Kenny McCormick Kyle Broflovski Eric Cartman

Additional Tags: Questioning Stan Secret dating Kinda First Date kyman being annoying Fluff Stan POV Comedy

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34772050?view_adult=true

#ao3feed #stenny #sp stenny #ao3stenny #stan x kenny #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #south park #fic #kenny x stan

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izzydarkwoodofficial · 3 years

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next generation of losers🎈

au where eddie and stan haven't died

stenbrough & reddie & benverly are married couples

mike is the legendary aroace uncle that everyone loves

Mike Kaspbrak-Tozier (17)

love child of reddie (eddie kaspbrak-tozier & richie kaspbrak-tozier)

born on 31st october 2017 (08:02 AM)

zodiac sign: scorpio

bisexual and proud

crush on georgie, eventually falls for her brother

EVERYONE ships him with stenbrough kids

birthday twin with his best friend beck

someone HAD to name their kid after mike, bye

extroverted and basically trashmouth

has these schizophrenic phases when he shush himself after saying shit ("shut up, mikey")

has asthma, but smokes ("idiot" - georgie)

only jacob knows how to calm him down when he has anxiety attack

always carries some sort of first-aid kit

loves listening to oldies and playing old video games

his idea was to have matching tattoos

"black nails tell tales" & wears eyeliner

always tease jacob of his dirty little secret ("i don't know what you're talking about, mikey")

secretly wants jacob to wear skirts and dresses (imagining it before falling asleep)

once saw jacob wearing one, that's when it started and thanks to that he realized he fell

jacob calls him 'm'

plays keyboard in their little band losers n°2

Beck Marsh-Hanscom (17)

love child of beverly marsh-hanscom & ben hanscom

born on 31st october 2017 (02:48 PM)

zodiac sign: scorpio

pansexual and loud

basically mama of the group

thinks she likes jacob, but it's georgie all the way, yay

writes poetry and reads a lot

smoking dates with mike

basically get together mike and jacob

EVERYONE has crush on her

never miss a chance to have flowers in hair (georgie LOVES it)

really smart

found out the parallel in hers and her parents' names (be-) at the age of three

flirts a LOT (mainly not on purpose, she's just too kind to everyone around her)

don't mess with her, you're gonna earn a pretty black eye (mike knows what he's talking about)

calling everyone darling is her religion

actually interested in jewishness

wears strawberry chapstick to cover taste of cigarettes when kissing georgie (fails)

introduced boys to make-up and they are deep in that shit now

wants georgie to wear red lipstick, cause it looks hot on her, but she always refuses (after getting together she wears it all the time)

listens to new kids on the block ALL THE TIME

assumed to be fuckgirl, but is just the sweetest

vocalist and plays electric guitar in losers n°2

Jacob Uris-Denbrough (16)

second-born of stanley uris-denbrough & bill uris-denbrough

born on 6th january 2018 (09:21 PM)

zodiac sign: capricorn

gay as fuck

crush on mike almost since the beginning

basically the baby of the group (youngest too)

name after isaac's second-born kid in torah

loves writing & photographing

introverted and shy, but mike thinks it's cute

best friend with his sister (basically glued together)

overprotective over his big sis

stutters when nervous, mad, jealous, upset ("i find your stutters very cute, jc” - mike)

has nightmares a LOT

has OCD

always begging his parents to tell him more about their adventures when they were kids

finds old clubhouse and screams in excitement like little girl ("the stories are true")

secret marijuana dealer

getting high to escape reality when he has writer block and wanna daydream

stopped after mike found him one time and he spilled almost all of his secrets except that one "you're mikey, i'm not telling you my dirty little secret"

steals make-up from his best friend

wanna wear fem clothes, but is too scared to

mike calls him 'jc'

has skills to be a leader, just doesn't wanna be one

have read every single book by his dad and is his first reader and critic when he writes new book (bill always takes his advices to heart)

the most ticklish person you've ever known (mike takes an advantage in that, of course)

calls georgie 'gie'

basically papa stanny's boy

loves spending time with aunties patty & audra

plays drums in losers n°2

Georgie Uris-Denbrough (18)

first-born of stanley uris-denbrough & bill uris-denbrough

born on 15th august 2016 (03:15 AM)

zodiac sign: leo

proud lesbian

in love with beck, but hides it pretty well

definition of soft artist girl aesthetic

more easy-going and extroverted than her brother

overprotective over her lil bro

the oldest in the group

loves birdwatching and painting - mostly birds (and beck, shhh, don't let her hear that)

doesn't like reading at all

sassy queen as her dad, seriously the sassiest in the group and have tendency to shut up mike when he doesn't do it himself (beck finds it REALLY atractive)

more interested in jewishness than her brother

doesn't understand the point of OCD ("why you have to have everything so organised?")

walking artistic mess (brush in hair, doesn't care)

has brushes EVERYWHERE (back pocket of jeans? yeah, that's the safe place for brushes)

name after uncle georgie (jewish tradition to name their kid after dead relative, they believe that the soul of the loved one lives on in the child who now bears his name)

once painted judith on accident (never really saw the painting, just by hearing the stories) - her papa had nightmares after that for full month, her dad almost killed her (with words, ofc) and that's when jacob's nightmares started, she never forgave herself truly after that

calls jacob 'jay'

daddy bill's little girl

"strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you"

plays bass guitar in losers n°2

#stenbrough #reddie #benverly #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #stan uris #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #next gen au #losers club #it #it chapter two

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ddproductionsw77 · 2 years

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Four Kisses

Fandom: IT (2017)

Pairing(s): Stenbrough, Billverly (it happens but, like, just trust me on this guys, okay?), Hints of Reddie and hints of Benverly

Characters: Stan Uris, Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Eddie Kaspbrak, and Richie Tozier

Rating: T

Description: A story of four different kisses between four different people that ends with two boys being a little scared and a lot in love (Aged-Up to High School)

Author’s Note: This is the REVISED version, (hopefully) typo free and pretty! The poetry quotes come from Edgar Allen Poe’s poem “Romance.” and the lyrics are from the song “Come On, Eileen” by Dexys Midnight Runners.

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The First Kiss (That started it all…)

It had begun, like so many things, in the summer of ’89.

Bill and Stanley had always been best friends.

Bill understood him better than most, listening to him and reasoning with him when he had to. There were times were Stan felt like a neon display board before Bill, like the other boy could read every thought in his frantic, nervous brain. There were times where they would look at each other and not have to utter a single word to know what the other was thinking.

Stan cherished those times.

And Bill would just do things… things he really didn’t need to just because he wanted to. Over time, Stan had come to understand it was just a fundamental part of Bill Denbrough that he would do anything for a fellow Loser. Still, he found himself a little awestruck by it from time to time.

It was in the summer of ’89, though, that they met Beverly Anne Marsh.

Stan saw the way Bill watched her.

He saw how the other boy’s jaw would slacken and his mouth would fall open a bit like Beverly was a masterpiece to behold. He saw the way the pair would inch toward each other, would brush the backs of their hands together, would blush and smile at each other like they had some little secret. And for a long time, Stan didn’t understand why Bill and Bev’s interactions lingered in his brain. He couldn’t explain the way his gut twisted when Bill would glance at him only to slip his gaze back to Bev.

He didn’t really want to think about it too much. It felt... dangerous to dwell on.

Yeah, it started in the summer, just a week after Beverly had moved away from Derry and right before they’d start their last year of middle school. Bill was still moping around, as was Ben. Mike had to help his grandfather with the farm and Eddie had some appointment for an x-ray on his arm. So, Stan had wordlessly let Richie in when the bespectacled boy had shown up on his stoop, just like he had about a million times before.

Richie made his way noisily through the Uris household. Once he reached Stan’s bedroom, he threw himself down on the other boy’s neatly made bed. Stan remained standing, rigid in his posture by the door.

Richie sat up, groaning and resting a hand against his side, “Son of a bitch.”

Stanley rolled his eyes before wordlessly leaving the room.

He returned a moment later with a glass of water and two capsules of pain reliever. Kicking Richie’s dirty converse with his gleaming shoes, Stan held both out, “Drink up, Trashmouth. It’ll help.”

Richie swallowed the pills after a roll of his eyes, before narrowing his gaze on Stan, “What?”

“What?”

“The fuck you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Oh, I don’t know because it’s not like you just got your ass handed to you by your own mother.” Stan snapped, sarcastically.

Richie’s face broke into an impish grin and he winked, “There he is, Stan the Man, everybody!”

Stan wasn’t a moron, he’d seen the way Richie looked at Eddie — a bit like how Bill looked at Bev. He inspected his orderly fingernails, all the exact same length and filed smooth. His heart pounded in his chest and he began uttering the names of birds under his breath.

Richie’s grin faltered a bit, familiar with the nervous tick, but he managed to keep it in place as he stood up and raised his hands playfully, “No need to have a meltdown over little ole me, Stanley. Breathe.”

“It’s not that,” Stan shook his head, turning away from Richie to begin pacing, “Robin — Sparrow — Crane — it’s something — Swallow — else.”

“O…kay,” Richie hummed, watching his friend wear down the carpet. “Spit it out, Stanny Boy. Can’t be that bad; I already know about you killing Jesus and all that.”

“Beep, beep,” Stan muttered darkly before sighing loudly, “Richie, what- I know you- Can you—“

“Jesus fuck, Stanley!”

“How did you know you liked boys?” Stan finally got out, feeling like he might vomit the moment he managed it. Richie stared at him with a bewildered expression on his face and Stan cleared his throat that felt like it was closing up on him and stopped dead, “I mean, wh-what does it feel like?”

“What does it feel like?” Richie echoed, stunned. “To be into dudes?”

Stan nodded, not meeting the other boy's eyes through his glasses. “That’s what I fucking asked, isn’t it?”

Just like that, the Trashmouth seemed to snap himself out of his shock, his expression curling into his signature smirk of amusement. He rolled his eyes and Stanley contemplated punching him in the throat. Before he could act on this, though, Richie opened his mouth.

“I’m pretty damn sure you know exactly what it’s like, Stan the Man. Or have I just been imagining all the eye fucking you’ve been doing to our poor, innocent Billy Boy?”

Stan was mortified, staring at Richie with wide eyes like a deer caught in headlights.

Holy fuck, was it that obvious?

Richie sighed at Stan’s horrified expression before taking a few slow steps toward the other boy. He raised his hands in mock surrender again and grinned, “Stan, it’s fine. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who notices. Nobody else really thinks about how a guy looks at another guy…”

“But, but I can’t like Bill,” Stan implored, “I don’t like him.”

Richie looked thoughtful for a moment, chewing his lip before suddenly grabbing Stanley. Before Stan could react, Richie kissed him.

His first kiss…

It was short and quick, nothing like in the movies with fireworks and slow motion. Nothing like how Stan had thought it would be to kiss another boy then again it was Richie and not Bill.

It was always Bill in his head…

When it was over a beat later, Stan began sputtering and Richie cut him off. “Stanley, just listen to me, okay?”

Stan mutely nodded.

Richie sighed and shrugged before continuing, “Did you feel anything?”

Mouth pressed into a tight, white line and fist clenched, Stan shook his head.

“Me neither,” Richie supplied. “All I could think about was E— um, someone else, wishing I was kissing them. You?”

Stan nodded once again.

“Bill?”

Nod.

“Stanny, you got it bad.” Richie stepped away from him, making his way back toward Stan’s bed.

Stan gulped, “I know about Eddie.”

Richie froze, back still to Stan. A second later, his shoulders slumped and he looked back at his friend, “Yeah, well, I got it pretty bad, too.”

So, Stanley was gay.

And he really liked Bill Denbrough.

And he didn’t have a fucking chance.

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The Second Kiss (That complicated everything…)

Stanley managed to live with these inevitabilities throughout all eighth grade.

It’d been pretty easy with Bill still be very much missing Beverly Marsh. He’d spend hours telling Stan, Richie, Eddie, Ben, and Mike about what they talked about on the phone when she did manage to call. Stan knew Bev wrote Bill, too, having caught sight of letters tucked into Bill’s notebooks with her handwriting sprawled across them.

It was easy to remember Bill was a hopeless case when he had those constant reminders.

High school was different, though.

Bill hardly ever brought Bev up anymore and when someone — usually Ben — did, he’d just smile and say he missed her before moving along. No more long sighs or forlorn, lovesick looks. Anyone could sense a difference in the dynamic especially Stan, who knew Bill best.

Another change that came with Freshman year was that Stanley found getting his straight As was a bit more difficult. He abhorred English and art most of all because he wasn’t one for interpretation and that seemed to be all those subjects were. He liked the comfort of fact in numbers and equations, like in science and mathematics.

Luckily, Bill had stepped up to help him once his classic literature grade fell to a C-.

The boys would spend hours in the library or in one of their bedrooms, pouring over Shakespeare, Hawthorne, and Tolstoy. Bill loved Jules Verne, H.P. Lovecraft, and H.G. Wells, Stan discovered, and he’d read Frankenstein and Dracula three times each, annotating his own copies to hell.

What Stan loved most of all, though, was when he was really stuck, Bill would read aloud to him. The other boy never once stuttered when uttering the words of long-dead authors and just like that the passage would make sense to Stan. It was good for both of them.

Their almost daily after-school meetings had become the best part of Stan’s routine. Being with Bill and having his full attention for a few hours, that would be enough to pacify him. He’d never have to confront all the swirling confusion in his head over his best friend if he could just keep having those few hours.

The month before spring break, however, everything got fucked up.

It was dark in Bill’s bedroom, the only light coming from the dim lamp on his bedside table and the setting sun outside the windows. Stan laid back across the foot of his best friend’s bed, staring up at the ceiling without seeing it. His mind wandered as Bill sat up with his back to his headboard, reading aloud from a book of Edgar Allen Poe poetry.

“His pleasures always turn’d to pain—

His naivete to wild desire—

His wits to love—his wine to fire,”

Something had changed in Bill’s voice and he grew quiet.

Stan turned his head to look at the other boy, eyebrows drawing together.

His stomach dropped, finding Bill’s bright blue eyes focusing on him intensely as if he’d forgotten the book before him entirely. Electricity buzzed through Stan’s bloodstream and he slowly rose to a sitting position, eyes never leaving Bill’s as the other boy opened his mouth, continuing without even glancing at the words.

“And so, being young and dipt in folly,

I fell in love with melancholy…”

Stan’s eyes flickered to Bill’s lips as the other boy trailed off and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. The air seemed heavy with some raw emotion that Stan couldn’t name for the life of him. His heart pounded in his ears and he leaned forward as if a string was tugging him closer to Bill.

Stan wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Bill Denbrough more in that moment than he’d ever wanted anything in his whole life.

Like he was reading Stan’s mind once again, Bill pushed the book aside and moved forward until his face was inches from Stan’s.

The curly haired boy took in the scent of him, wanting to commit it to memory so that he’d be able to take it out and revel in it later. Bill smelled how Stan imagined all writers must smell; like paper and ink, book and boy. Stanley fell into those piercing blue eyes with his own hooded irises, being pulled under the current of them without a fight.

When Bill spoke it was so quiet that even centimeters apart Stan barely heard him.

“I fell in love with melancholy.”

Then they were kissing.

Stan gripped Bill’s baseball tee like it was the only thing keeping him from floating far, far away and Bill settled in closer, his fingers tracing the bones of Stan’s rib cage as he felt the rise and fall of the other boy’s lungs.

They parted for a second, eyes fluttering open to stare at each other before Bill kissed him again.

Soon, Bill gently pulled Stan on top of him, sprawling them back on the bed. Stan let himself fall onto his elbows and hovered over the other boy. Bill gripped his hips and pulled him down, closer. Without paying any mind to his actions, Stanley slotted his fingers into Bill’s hair and was reminded of the down feathers of birds.

Bill smiled against his lips, moving his hands to his face and kissing him harder. A moment later, his best friend’s tongue was in his mouth and Stan felt lightheaded. Grape chapstick and spearmint toothpaste were what Bill Denbrough tasted like; Stan had always wondered.

Now he knew… Maybe he had died, or maybe he was dreaming because kissing Bill Denbrough could not be his reality.

Stanley Uris was not that lucky.

Bill pulled at Stan’s shirt, untucking it and slipping his hands under the hem. As his cool fingers made contact with Stan’s pale skin, a shock went through the boy’s whole body and brought him crashing back to reality.

He was kissing a boy.

He was kissing Bill.

—and Bill had untucked his shirt! It would get wrinkled! He would go home and his mother would ask why his shirt was wrinkled and he’d have to tell her! She’d see it on his face! That he’d kissed a—

Stan jumped up, shoving Bill back, “No! Stop! I—No!”

He tried to correct his shirt but his hands were shaking too badly and his vision was blurring.

Ohgodohgodohgod!

FuckFuckFuck!

Stan’s head was spinning and he thought he might throw up —what a shame that would be; it’d make all the Bill taste go away.

What the hell had just happened? What— what the fuck was he supposed to do?

Bill was on his feet in seconds and striving toward him, “W-wait, Stan, p-p-please—!“

He reached out to gently rest a hand on Stanley’s arm, touching Stanley’s skin again. Yelping as if burned, Stan ran into Bill’s dresser and nearly fell to the ground trying to scramble away.

Bill liked girls—Stan was gay.

Bill could never like him—Stan didn’t have a chance.

Bill looked so hurt—Were those tears in his eyes?

It couldn’t be, this wasn’t happening.

“Stan, I’m s-s-sorry, okay? I juh-juh-juh—“ Bill seemed stuck on the word and Stan longed to stay put and wait patiently for him to get there eventually but he just couldn’t this time. Not when he would still feel Bill’s hands on his back and taste grapes and spearmint in his mouth.

“You shouldn’t have— You can’t— I can’t—“ Stan clawed up his bag from the ground and bit his cheek hard, looking back at Bill once more before he fled the bedroom.

Stan hated himself after that, even more than usual. He went gone to school the next day and expected to be confronted, yelled at, or even punched. He wanted to feel Bill’s anger, like a penance for what he’d done.

He was shit and he deserved to be treated like it.

But, of fucking course, Bill was who he was so none of that happened.

Instead, Bill had greeted him with all the other guys, a smile on his lips. If the smile didn’t reach his eyes, Stan didn’t let himself think about it and he most definitely didn’t comment on it. He didn’t comment either when Bill said he couldn’t tutor him after school that day, or the next, or the next.

Bill didn’t like him. Maybe Bill was curious or maybe he felt bad for Stan, maybe he’d found out how Stan felt. The kiss could have come from a million different things but Bill most definitely didn’t like him.

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The Third Kiss (That clarified it all…)

Beverly was coming back to Derry.

Bill couldn’t believe it, honestly. The Losers Club was conditioned to take hits as they came and rarely stumbled into fortune. Beverly coming back, though, that was a fucking miracle.

He’d missed her like crazy. He missed her spirited presence, her easy humor, the way she was always brushing hair off her face and smirking at him like he was the biggest fucking nerd she’d ever met but she still found it endearing. He missed her floral perfume and her mixed wardrobe of dresses, leggings, and overalls always paired with untied work boots that somehow never tripped her.

The first day of spring break, when she’d come strolling up the Denbough’s sidewalk, Bill had thought for a moment that no time had passed at all. Maybe it was still the summer of 1989. Maybe Bev had never left, maybe he’d had never kissed Stan, maybe Stan hadn’t shoved him away, maybe the ache in his chest wasn’t really there.

But, no, that wasn’t how the world worked. Bev coming home didn’t reset the clock.

Beverly ran and hugged Bill first, shrieking in joy as she ran into his waiting arms.

Bill lifted her right off her feet and spun her through the air. Setting her down gently, Bill ignored the feeling of eyes on his back. He didn’t have to look to know it was Stanley watching them; he could feel it in his chest.

Bev was just as excited to see Ben, Richie, Eddie, Mike, and Stan as she had been Bill. Still, the stuttering boy noticed how Ben’s arms lingered around Bev’s waist when they embraced. When the pair finally parted, Bill also noticed the faintest of pinks spread across Beverly’s freckles

Bill thought he should probably feel jealous.

Fuck, how long had he been hung up on Beverly after she moved away? Months? A year? Now she was back and he was so happy to be around her again but not like he’d been back then. His palms didn’t sweat when she stood close anymore and his heart didn’t skip a beat when her blue eyes glanced his way.

No, Bill’s heart raced for someone else these days… not that it mattered.

Stan had hardly spoken to him seen they’d kissed. He didn’t come over anymore and never invited Bill over. Ben or Eddie helped him with his homework nowadays and something in Bill’s chest burned with anger every time he thought about that.

What right did Stanley have to be angry at him? So what? Bill had kissed him, so fucking what? He’d obviously misread everything between him and Stan; he’d thought something was there that obviously wasn’t but did that really deserve the cold shoulder? The total and complete write off?

Fuck Stanley Uris.

Bill didn’t need him, could learn to not long for him, would force himself to move forward. He’d done it once already, after all, over his infatuation with Beverly and he’d do it again over Stan.

Bill could figure this out.

He could.

Things took a turn for the stupid on Bev’s last night in town, however.

Her aunt went a town over to visit a friend, giving her niece permission to stay with one of her friends. Of course, Beverly had asked Bill. The Denbrough house was like Losers Club headquarters; everyone stayed there.

And Bill had said yes because why wouldn’t he? His parents were even out of town for the weekend; he didn’t have to bother with asking their permission if it would be okay.

That night, Beverly grinned at him, swirling her finger over the rim of one of his father’s whiskey glasses.

“Thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’, Billy?”

He snorted, resting a hand on her’s to still it, “N-no way, Bev. My Dad would notice, t-trust me.”

Bev pouted, looking downcast at the wooden floors. Bill narrowed his eyes before sighing and taking back the hand on her’s to pinch the bridge of his nose. “B-but, I think I might have su-su-something up i-in my ruh-ruh-room.”

“Your stutter still gets worse when you’re nervous, like when we were kids,” Beverly grinned, “It’s still cute.” She leaned forward to whisper before grasping his hand and leading the way upstairs.

Bill had the good stuff, tequila, one of Beverly’s personal favorites. The bottle started full and within a few hours, it was nearly finished off.

The pair sat on Bill’s floor, laughing at something that sober Bill and Bev would have known was not that funny but drunk Bill and Bev thought was fucking hilarious. The radio played loudly through the room so that both of them had to raise their voices to be heard by the other.

“So,” Bev started with a giggle after taking an impressive gulp of liquor, “You and Stan…?”

Bill’s grin fell and he suddenly felt the boards of his bed dig into his back as he sprawled his legs out in front of him, “No. Definitely nothing happening there.”

His stutter always faded away when he was drunk enough, he loved it.

Her eyebrows drew together, “Bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Bill reaffirmed, taking the bottle back for another swig, “He—He’s not—It’s not bullshit. Nothing is going on.”

Beverly fell back, growing quiet with a look of confusion.

The tell-tale strings of ‘Come On, Eileen’ began playing and Bev gasped, jumping to her feet so quickly it was actually quite impressive to behold.

“Oh fuck, I love this song!” She cried, beginning to dance about. Bill watched with an amused curl of his lip, his back to his bed, still on the floor. A second later, Beverly was grabbing at him and dragging him to his feet. “Dance with me!”

Bill set the tequila aside and allowed her to pull him up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, coaxing him into a reluctant sway. He laughed at the ridiculousness of it all before resting his hands on her waist. Within seconds, the pair was dancing dizzily around Bill’s bedroom, stepping on each other’s feet and nearly tripping over his rug.

Spinning Beverly, Bill pulled her back into his chest and grinned down at her face, just inches from his own.

These people round here

Wear beaten-down eyes sunk in smoke-dried faces

They're so resigned to what their fate is

But not us (no, never)

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” Beverly mumbled, growing somber as her big blue eyes looked into Bill’s.

His heart sunk and he swallowed, “But you’re moving back in the summer. You’ll be back before you know it.”

“I don’t want to wait till summer. I miss you,” She said with a sigh, “I miss all of you.”

“We miss you, too,” He admitted, “Saying goodbye is gunna suck.”

Beverly nodded, glancing back with a slight blush before she looked up with a playful smiling, “Remember saying goodbye last time?”

Bill mind flashed to a summertime breeze, the scent of blood in the air, and Beverly’s lips on his. He’d been so swept up in her back then. Her heart, her mind, her everything was just so beautiful… still was.

“Yeah, I remember.”

Beverly slipped her hands from around his neck to his face, cradling his jaw and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. With a little huff of resignation, she leaned in, pulled him in, and kissed him hard.

Suddenly, Bill felt thirteen again, trying to tell his first crush everything he felt for her in one last goodbye kiss. He wrapped his arms around Beverly, pushing himself flush against her and deepening the searing, tequila flavored kiss.

No, not us (no, never)

We are far too young and clever (remember)

Too-ra-loo-ra, too-ra-loo-rye, aye

And you'll hum this tune forever

With a moan, Beverly pushed her tongue into his mouth and he greedily accepted the invitation. Something in the back of his mind screamed out in protest, reminding him of ironed shirts, pristine Adias, and curly brown hair, but he was too drunk on liquor, Beverly, and music to care. A sober Bill would have known how stupid this was.

Walking the girl backward, Bill picked her up when they reach his bed and sat her down on the mattress. Quickly tossing his shirt aside, he slotted himself between her legs and ducked his head to kiss down her neck from the ear to the base. Beverly gripped his hair and moaned when he pressed his lips to a certain spot.

“Bill—“ She breathed out, pulling at his hair until he was forced to pull away and meet her gaze. “Are you sure? Nothing has to happen. I’m gone tomorrow.”

“That’s the p-p-point, Bev,” Bill muttered, kissing her again and laying her back on his bed to hover over her, “We’re j-j-just suh-saying goodbye.”

She traced a thumb over his lower lip, “Even drunk, you stutter when you’re nervous,” Bev echoed herself from earlier before nodding, “Okay, Billy, tell me goodbye.”

So, he did.

Come on Eileen

Oh, I swear what he means

Aah, come on let's

Take off everything

That pretty red dress

Eileen (tell him yes)

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The Fourth Kiss (The one that finally brought them together.)

“Get the fuck up and put some goddamn clothes on!” Someone yelled, shaking Bill awake.

He startled up and looked blearily on. He found he had a splitting headache and was indeed clothe-less; Richie Tozier of all people was standing in his room, too.

He squinted away from the sun and groaned, “Wh-what time is it?”

“Time for you to fucking explain some shit,” Richie snapped, throwing boxers and a t-shirt at his friend harder than necessary. “So put your dick away, please.”

After tugging the clothes on, Bill’s brain began to whirl at a sickening pace and he glanced around the bedroom once again.

“Looking for Bevvie?” Richie asked, quirking an eyebrow. “She already left. A fucking hour ago. That was why I was here, why all the Losers were here; to tell her goodbye until the summer.” Richie explained, sounding more and more angry with each word. “When fucking Stanley asked where the fuck you were, you know what Bevvie said?”

Bill looked away, ears flushing. He could guess…

“She said you two had already said your goodbyes… So, I thought, what the fuck does that mean? And then she got all weird and blush-y and wouldn’t look any of us in the goddamn eye. You know what I thought then, Billy Boy?”

Bill cringed, both at what he knew was next and at Richie’s rising voice.

“I thought, holy shit… Bill fucked Bev.”

“Sh-sh-shut up, Richie!” Bill snapped, looking back up at his friend to glare, “It wasn’t like that.”

“Wasn't like what, Bill? Hmm? You didn’t have sex with Beverly, then?” Richie accused.

Bill fell silent, his whole face now bright red. Richie snorted.

Anger now igniting in his chest as well, “Wh-what’s it to you anyway, Tozier? Wh-what happened has f-fuck all to do with you!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Richie looked at him incredulously, “No way you don’t see how fucked up what you did is. Normally, you’re a fucking moral compress, Denbrough, you know you screwed up!”

“Wh-what?” Bill asked, genuinely confused, “With Bev? It was just a goodbye, Richie! She k-knows that! It’s not like s-she’s in love with me!”

“BUT STAN IS!” Richie yelled at the top of his lung, slamming a fist down on Bill’s desk. His glasses were knocked askew.

Bill stood stock still, forgetting to breathe for a second. All the emotions, feelings, thoughts he’d been trying to repress ever since Stan’s rejection came crashing into him like a tidal wave. Shakily, his knees gave out.

Falling back onto his mattress, Bill swallowed hard and shook his head, “B-beep beep, Trashmouth. Y-you have no idea wh-what you’re t-talking about.”

“No, no, you don’t get to fucking ‘beep’ me right now, Billiam!” Richie snapped, putting a finger up. “I know exactly what I’m talking about! I’m talking about how Stanley told me he had feelings for you almost two fucking years ago! I’m talking about how you, not Stan, started up all the flirting and the alone time with him this year! I’m fucking talking about how much a total dick you have got to be to string Stan along, only to fuck Beverly!”

“I-I-I was-n’t st-stringing him alo-along!” Bill felt like he had no oxygen, making him gasp with each involuntary stutter. It was so fucking infuriating and made him itch to punch something.

A numbness slowly venturing up from his fingertips to spread across his body. He choked as he tried again to speak, “H-he— He—“

“Shit, this’ll kill him,” Richie grabbed a fist of his own curls and tugged with a groan, “Fuck you, Bill. Fuck you.”

With that Richie left him alone in his bedroom.

Even after the weekend ended and he’d had so much time to think, Bill had no clue what to do.

Stan couldn’t have feelings for him, no matter what bullshit Richie said. Bill had given Stan every hint and clue in the book — hell, he’d read him fucking poetry and kissed him — and all he’d gotten was ignorance and rejection.

If Stan cared about him like he cared about him, why would he push him away at every turn?

But if Stan, somehow, someway, did feel the same as Bill… How the hell would he ever be able to tell him what he’d done?

Days later and sober, Bill could admit that having sex with Beverly hadn’t just been about saying goodbye to a friend and it wasn’t just about losing his virginity and it wasn’t just about being drunk. A part of him, a part he hated with a passion, had wanted…revenge.

He’d wanted to make Stan feel as shitty as he had watching the other boy tear away from him and get as far from him as possible. Having sex with Beverly, in some part, had been about getting back at Stan. It’d been out of spite.

Richie was right, Bill was a total dick. Fuck him.

Still, Bill didn’t completely regret it. He and Beverly had needed that closure, that certainty that nothing could ever happen between them anymore. They were meant for other people.

As he slowly walked to his locker, his locker just two down from Stan’s, he kept his eyes on his grey high-tops as they scuffed across the linoleum. His heart hammered in his chest and he had to make a conscious effort to not crush the paper in his hand.

Chancing a glance up, Bill came to a sudden halt that resulted in a body slamming into his shoulder from behind and nearly sent him sprawling. He barely noticed.

Stan was at his own locker with the door open, fiddling around with his textbooks until they were neatly ordered from tallest to shortest in size. Wearing a light blue polo and khaki slacks, Bill’s chest twisted at how the mere sight of the other boy could send him reeling.

Did Stan really have feelings for him, too? How would Bill ever tell him?

Taking a shaky breath, closing his eyes and counting to ten, Bill forced himself forward. Stan looked over as if he could feel Bill’s approaching presence. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced back away, hands jumping back to rearrange his already perfect books.

Why does he have to be so damn cute?

Moving until he was only a few feet away, Bill cleared his throat, “I n-n-need t-t-to talk to yuh-you.”

“Yes!” Stan squawked, turning scarlet at the ears, “I mean, okay, sure… When?”

“Study h-hall?”

Stan nodded, expecting Bill to leave at that point. Only, he didn’t. He shifted from foot-to-foot before holding out his hand silently. There in his palm sat a piece of paper folded into the shape of a bird.

Stan stared at it for a long moment before glancing up into Bill’s eyes, “What’s that?”

Bill rubbed the back of his neck, “It’s an or-origami bird.”

“Oh,” Stan mumbled, cheeks flushing as he smiled just a little. Nodding, he carefully took the paper bird. Bill watched as Stan tucked the little thing into his locker, atop his history book. He turned back to Bill, “Thank you for...” He pointed.

Bill nodded, feeling even worse now about telling Stanley the truth. He sighed and started to walk backward, “I’ll suh-see you in study h-hall.”

Stan nodded, closing his locker and heading in the opposite direction. As he walked to class, his mind lingered on the little paper bird taking up residence on his history book. It was the first time Bill had asked to speak to him alone since... the incident. For a split second, Stan let himself hope that was significant and then immediately scolded himself.

He hated himself for hoping.

Study hall was both Bill and Stan’s second period and came more quickly than either of them was prepared for. Before things had gotten so messy and complicated between them, they had met almost every day in the Derry High Library, at the very same table in the far back corner where the librarian rarely bothered to check.

It was kind of Loser claimed, like the table in the cafeteria by the window where they all ate lunch together. By some miracle, all six boys had the same lunch period. Ben, Mike, and Stan always packed their lunches and Bill and Richie always waited through the line while everyone pretended not to notice how Eddie trailed alongside Richie despite packing his own lunch as well.

The table in the far back corner in the library was a bit like that. Their territory, neutral ground to any Loser... or two Losers who weren’t quite sure how to act around each other anymore.

Stan was waiting for Bill, straightening the pages of his notebook with an intense expression. So neat and orderly, Bill admired that about Stan since he just barely managed to keep his clutter organized enough for himself.

“H-hey,” He greeted, dropping his bag on to the table and slumping into the chair beside Stan.

“Hello,” Stan finally looked up from his notebook, still nervously fiddling with his nails. Meeting Bill’s eyes for a beat, he quickly went about inspecting his hands, “You wanted to talk?”

Bill nodded, trying to think of the right way to lay everything out.

He didn’t want Stan to run away again, didn’t think he could bear it again, but he was also so tired of keeping everything locked up in his head. He needed a release and to ease the weight on his chest before he exploded.

Half-panicked, he blurted out, “I had s-s-sex with Beverly.”

Stan’s fiddling fingers froze and his head shot up to look at Bill, mouth agape. He blinked and swallowed before slowly breathing out, “Oh,” Forcing in a lungful of air, Stan cleared his throat, “Congratulations, I guess?”

That was what one guy said to another when they scored, right? That was what Bill wanted him to say, right? Because they were friends and normal guys who aren’t in like — or maybe something more — with their best friends would be happy that their buddy had ‘gotten laid’.

Be normal, Stan. Just be normal. Ignore how much you want to throw up or cry or scream and just be fucking normal. He silently chanted, biting the inside of his cheek hard.

Bill sighed and dropped his head into his hand before looking back up at Stanley with a long sigh, “No, not c-con-congratulations! F-f-fuck, I juh-just—“

The boy was obviously flustered and nervous, with how much he was noticeably struggling with his stutter. Stan watched Bill rake a hand through his hair, hair he’d once touched too, with an air of confused. Well, what the fuck did Bill want from him, then? Why the fuck was he even telling him this?

“I m-m-messed up.”

The curly haired boy’s eyebrows drew together, “How? You like Beverly, so—“

“I don’t.” Bill cut off, his voice determined and sure. “Nuh-not like that, at least. The sex made that p-p-pretty clear. I m-messed up because I was with her wh-when I really like someone else.”

“Someone else?” Stan echoed, the pain in his chest growing sharper with each word. First, he’d had to hear about Bill fucking Beverly and now he was going to have to hear about some new girl that Bill liked even more? He didn’t want to listen, didn’t want to hear it... But he was Bill’s friend.

“I like you,” Bill admitted, his voice keeping that sure tone as he stared into Stan’s eyes.

The boy’s breath caught in his throat and he began jerkily shaking his head, “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do!”

“You like girls, Bill. You like Bev and you think Heather Listing is hot and you don’t like me!” Stan snapped, standing up from his chair. “It’s not funny, it’s not a joke, so just stop!”

Bill stood with him, “No! You don’t know how I f-f-feel! I’m not kidding! B-being with Beverly only m-made me realize once and for all th-that the only person I really want to be with is you, Stan! I k-know you p-probably don’t feel the same and th-that’s—“

That’s whatever, he’d been planning to say. It wasn’t whatever but he wouldn’t burden Stan with feelings he didn’t return. That had been his plan, at least.

But he couldn’t even finish the sentence, hands grasping his face and lips slamming against his.

Stanley Uris, the most controlled person Bill Denbrough had ever met, was kissing him like his life depended on it in the Derry High Library on what could only be impulse. Bill didn’t care, though, moving closer and gripping the fabric of Stan’s polo in his fists. The weight in his chest lifted and for a moment, being with Stan like he’d always wanted to be, Bill felt more at ease than he’d been in weeks.

Stan was calming, his presence always comforting to Bill like a steady support to fall back on. A best friend but more…

When they pulled apart, Bill waited a few seconds to open his eyes, afraid that once he looked at Stan all he’d see was that same panic from his bedroom. Lids fluttering open, he found only a look of pure anxiety.

“I do feel the same way,” Stan admitted quietly, his breath ghosting over Bill’s face as they were still so close. “I’m just...” He trailed off, looking to the side shamefully.

“S-scared?” Bill supplied.

Stan nodded, flickering his gaze back to Bill’s.

“That’s okay,” The other boy shrugged, “I am, too. We’ll juh-just take it slow.”

“Take our time,” Stan agreed, nodding. “I like that.”

“M-me too. I’ll take all the t-time for you,” Bill reached out, slipping his hand into Stan’s and squeezing.

Stan actually smiled a little, squeezing back before bashfully muttering, “I really like you, Bill Denbrough.”

“I really like you, too, Stan Uris.” Bill replied easily without a single stumble.

#stenbrough #the losers of ‘89 were here #losers club #the losers club #stanley uris #bill denbrough #revised

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dusksmote · 4 years

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Is there any background info you can give on characters in WTSAU?

Like any cool hc you give the characters?

okay i have SO MANY 😩 but i can’t say all the best ones until later cuz they involve SPOILERS

so i’ll try to say all the ones i can with the information given:

Style:

- Kyle’s had feelings for Stan since he realized he was gay, which was in middle school. When Stan came out as bi he told Kyle first, before Wendy, even though they were dating at the time. Kyle’s insecurities prevented from acting on his feelings even after they broke up.

- Wendy has pegged Stan in the past, but Kyle is the first guy Stan’s ever been with. Wendy has come around to support their relationship since the events of ETL chapter 4.

- Stan is always the first one to say ‘I love you’.

- Kyle was the last one in their big friend group to lose his virginity, but he has one of the highest sex drives of the guys. He and Stan switch off being top almost equally, but Kyle prefers to top and Stan prefers to bottom. they fuck daily.

- When they want to have a hard, passionate fuck Kyle tops. when they want to have slow, emotional sex Stan tops. Kyle has slight sadist tendencies (inflicts pain) and Stan has masochist tendencies (receives pain). Stan is especially into breathplay (choking, face sitting, crushing, etc.) and assplay. he’s the best ass eater (so call him a bottom feeder 😂) and Kyle’s superior in the blowjob department.

- Stan has hyperhidrosis, meaning he sweats more than the average person. this is why their rooms/the truck/anywhere they fuck smells so strong. there’s a few hints for this in ETL/WTSAU, he keeps antiperspirant in his locker and in the truck, he gets really sweaty whenever they have sex. Stan also has asthma and acne, which Kyle’s been helping him treat. Kyle loves popping his zits for him.

- Conversely, Kyle is super hygienic and always tries to keep himself clean and dry. when Sharon comes into Stan’s room in chapter 1 and describes the smell, the gym locker scent is Stan, the Old Spice is Kyle, and the ‘inside of a rubber balloon’ is their latex lubricant.

- Everyone at school considers them the obnoxious, overly romantic couple. they hold hands, cuddle, kiss, and dirty talk in front of everyone. they think they can get away with it without people noticing but they’re chronically conspicuous and not stealthy. the working title for the fanfic was actually ‘Ain’t Slick’ for a while before it changed to What They Say About Us!

- they’re fucking devoted to each other and are exclusively monogamous. Stan is especially protective of Kyle and Kyle is fiercely possessive of Stan.

- Kyle applied as a math major in his college applications, and will eventually get a PhD for logic and set theory. Stan’s a bio major and wants to go into physical therapy.

- Stan doesn’t smoke weed out of principle (because of his dad) so Kyle also doesn’t smoke in solidarity.

- Kyle is a type 2 diabetic, and doesn’t need to always take insulin. his weight gain began with the World of Warcraft episode and was maintained instead of lost like in the show. his weight is a cyclical feedback loop of: genetics (mom’s side of the family), too much insulin (when using insulin therapy), and diet. this led to him developing lordosis (excessive weight warps his spine) so he didn’t grow as tall as he would have, and makes his weight appear more exaggerated. short stature, weight, and body image issues led to quitting basketball which in turn contributes more to his weight. this impacts his self-worth which leads to stress eating. his biggest fear is that he’ll never stop gaining weight and will end up as big or bigger than Cartman.

- Stan has gained a few pounds since he started dating Kyle, while Kyle has lost a few.

Cutters/Bunnyman/Kenrietta:

- Kenny is straight, but has voluntarily sucked dick before. he and henrietta have hooked up a few times in the past after running into each other at poetry slam events which Kenny takes Karen to.

- Butters and Cartman are exclusively gay, and think girls are fucking gross. they’ve only every slept with each other.

- Kenny, Cartman, and Butters are all best friends and do pretty much everything together. even though Butters and Cartman are dating, Kenny never feels like a third wheel because they rarely act romantic in front of anyone (including him). however, when Style start dating and Cutters come out about their relationship, Kenny begins feeling like a fifth wheel.

- Butters lives almost entirely at Cartman’s house. His parents actually don’t mind because they enjoy not having him around. Liane is 100% the cool mom from mean girls who asks them if they want snacks or a condom. Sometimes all three of them crash at Kenny’s house for variety (or when he has to watch Karen because his mom is drinking/out of the house).

- Kenny wants to study psychology in college and become a family therapist or social worker. he’s taking a gap year to save money then going to community college. Cartman and Butters applied to the same schools and plan to stick together long-term.

- Butters and Cartman’s relationship started as experimenting with each other as their sexualities developed, and began after Cartman confided that he had sexual feelings for Kyle. Cartman and Butters have also developed genuine feelings for each other, and overtime their relationship transformed into what it is now. because of how their relationship started, they’re very open about any sexual feelings they have for other people and have a ‘hall pass’ for friends they’re allowed to fuck if given the chance, without it considered cheating.

- Butters is a huge gossip. he will promise to keep secrets and then immediately turn around and tell Cartman--which totally happened after Kyle said he thinks Stan has a crush on him in ETL chapter 2. Butters and Cartman keep nothing from each other, and the only secrets they won’t tell are the ones about each other.

- Kenny is the easiest of the larger friend group to confide in, and keeps every secret he’s given. he’s known Cartman and Butters have been together since the beginning, about Cartman’s crush on Kyle, and Kyle’s crush on Stan. People naturally come to him for advice and to vent. The least likely person to confide in him is Kyle, who’s more likely to curl in on himself instead of expressing his feelings.

-SO much shit about Cartman and Butters’ relationship I can’t say yet because it comes up in the fic 😩 please ask me about these two again later when i can say more!!!

Creek:

- Tweek is a dom top and Craig’s his catamite. they try to get away with sex anywhere they can and have gotten very stealthy because of it. Tweek also has one of the highest sex drives of their friend group, and Craig will let him do whatever he wants anywhere, anytime.

- Tweek is constantly high on stimulants (cocaine, meth, adderall, etc.) and Craig experiments with him in certain settings. this is what gives Tweek his boosted self-confidence and flippant attitude.

- Pete Thelman (hair flip goth) is their coke dealer. Tweek trades him his ADHD meds for it, which Pete resells to posers. If Tweek doesn’t have enough to cover the cost he and Craig make up the rest by giving Pete sexual favors. sometimes they have threesomes for fun too.

- Tweek and Craig both think Kyle is hot and would fuck him given the chance. being open about this with each other makes them feel closer and strengthens their relationship. they have roleplayed as Stan and Kyle in bed before while high out of their minds.

- they're deeply in love and would do anything for each other. Craig could get Tweek to stop taking drugs if he wanted to but right now they enjoy experimenting with them together. in the words of everyone who know them, ‘Tweek and Craig are perfectly fucked up for each other’.

Kyle’s family:

- Sheila’s biggest regret as a parent is letting Kyle get fat, because she was also overweight as a kid and dealt with the same issues he does now. It’s the same reason she feels obligated to help Kyle’s cousin overcome his weight dilemma (by trying to get him and Stan to hang out).

- Ike is an eboy who loves lil peep. He, Karen, Tricia, and Firkle all make tiktoks together and complain about their gay older brothers/friends.

- random fun fact: If Ike and Karen get married that would mean Kyle and Kenny are brothers-in-law, which would mean the main five all end up as extended family to one another.

Stan’s family:

- Sharon has plans to divorce Randy but is waiting until Stan leaves for college to not uproot him from school and his friends.

- Grandpa Marsh is still kickin’ in the old folks home and Shelly’s off in college.

- Randy’s a narcissist who lives vicariously through Stan’s accomplishments in sports. the easiest way to explain it is: Randy’s not as proud of Stan for being a successful athlete and attractive jock as he is proud of himself for producing one. Stan’s ability to get laid with (he presumes) hot girls makes Randy feel like he has game too. one of the reasons he’s disgusted by Stan’s relationship with Kyle is if Stan’s fucking some big fat guy it doesn’t align with his narrative.

this is just the stuff i could think of off the top of my head, i’ll probably come back and add more to this as i remember it. ask me again in a few chapters!!! i have so much i want to say about bunnyman, cutters, the future for style, and their families that i can’t say yet!

#ask #what they say about us #eat that lunch

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marianisms · 4 years

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@kymanweek

Day 5 Fantasy au with the prompt soulmates

There he is my first contribution for the wonderful week!

Marked

Two kings, two kingdoms, sworn enemies, destined to defeat each other, until by an irony of fate (or perhaps not), one night a certain mark begins to appear on their wrists. The magician King Eric Cartman known for his greed, perhaps powerful courage also wakes up in his castle frightened by that strange mark showing precisely the name of his greatest enemy as the name to whom he must swear eternal love.

"It can't be... of so many names, why his? WHY JUST HIS?" But his magic is not enough to be able to erase that strange mark, however much he uses his potions is not enough. "Maybe I resort to some forbidden magic," he thinks, but he knows if using can even risk his own life, which he doesn't want to lose.

On the other side of the kingdom, the kingdom of the Drow elves, lives a young Elf King with beautiful curly red hair who walked from side to side desperate for that mysterious mark to appear on his wrist. "It can't be, it's a nightmare..." He didn't know if he cried with anger or despair, maybe the first option. "And if I try to erase it, maybe the mark will go away." He thought, "But as far as I know this is a brand of soul mate that never goes out, argh! What the hell!" He falls desperately into bed and tries to drown out his screams on the pillow, it seems that fate this time has overcome for our kings.

Then one night they decided to meet (hidden obvious, after all the two kingdoms did not want to start another war by failing to comply with one of the norms of the peace treaty that both signed very reluctantly); Covered up by his closest friends, on one side protecting his Elf King was Stan Marsh, his loyal knight and super best friend and on the other side always cheerful and bouncy Princess Kenny, the Wizard King said very clearly that he did not want company but, Princess Kenny found it all amusing and just wanted to know how the King would get away with the whole situation.

The location chosen was a beautiful crystalline pound that reflected the stars and the moon called Starks Pound. The lake was a very special place especially for elf Kyle because he used to go there a lot as a child and during his reading studies and amazingly he seems to learn magic.

"Hello princess." He started speaking with that thick, somewhat sarcastic voice of the Wizard King. "I'm not a princess, stop calling me that." He said turning the Elf King to that sour voice, but as soon as the two faced each other it seemed that there was nothing but them and the crystalline lake, when Kyle's emerald green eyes met those strange heterochromatic eyes of Eric, the two felt a kind of magnetism, a mesmerizing attraction that not even the most powerful magic could break.

Princess Kenny and Knight Stan decided to stand behind a bush at a distance in case something happened.

After what seemed like an eternity looking at each other, Kyle resolved to say, "We need to talk about these marks, what did you do this time? What magic did you use?" "First of all princess." The way Eric called him a princess made Kyle want to kick him and drown him in the lake. "I had nothing to do with it, simply his dirty name appeared on my wrist too." "What now?" Kyle replied, "And now it's accepting fate maybe, I'll be forced to stay with the little princess. " Eric started laughing and the more he laughed, the more Kyle's pointed ears turned red." I told you, don't call me princess." As soon as the elf said that, a kind of fight broke out between him and the wizard, with the elf trying to push him.

"Oh my God, he's so cute when he's angry like that, look at these little red ears, my God, so cute." Finding that situation amusing, Eric let go of the elf's arms and the elf went against the ground.

"Cartman you bastard, I'll kill you!" Eric began to laugh and that's where Stan emerged from the bush ready to save his Elf King. Well, looks like the meeting's over, screw you guys I'm leaving, Kenny time to go! That's what the Wizard King said after all that. "It's not going to stay that way Cartman!" Kyle turned ready to go to his kingdom with Stan running after him.

Eric starts laughing out of nowhere and Kenny asked, "What's so funny?" "No, I can't wait for the next date." Saying that he turned around and left with a Kenny full of questions on his head.

The next day, the kingdom of elves Drow woke up a little noisy, "That fat bastard, idiot, I'm going to kill him, I don't believe he's my soul mate, argh!" "Majesty you have to calm down." Stan said it in his sweet words, but it didn't do much good. The session of shouting and calm words did not last long when it was interrupted by a message via owl from the Kupa Kingdom destined for Kyle. "It can't be, he wants to meet again." "And you will?" Asked Stan, Kyle replied, "I don't know, maybe so, just to see what the bastard wants this time."

The day went normal and the night came this time brighter as the night before. The Mage King waited anxiously seated on one of the benches in front of the pound, cautiously the Elf King approached and the Mage King stood up saying, "I believe the night before was somewhat troubled, I was nervous about this whole brand thing, please accept my apologies."

Suspicious of all this speech Kyle replied, "You suck at excuses as always but, okay I accept, I was nervous too anyway." Eric smiled with the answer and with a red face that contrasted with Kyle's red hair. "Well, since we've resolved the excuses how about a boat ride?" Eric proposed, "Ride?" "Yes, a ride prin... I mean, your majesty." Kyle found it a little funny the way the Wizard King tried not to call him a princess. "All right I'll accept the invitation." Then the Mage King led the Elf King to a small wooden boat that was anchored on the pier near the lake, the Elf King was dressed in a kind of green overcoat with orange accents which got a little in the way of the climb to the boat which caused The Magic King Eric to offer his hand to guide him and cautiously Kyle accepted.

It was a beautiful night as always, it was a little cold, but not enough for the two kings to bother. The Magic King Eric was the one who drove the little boat, from time to time Kyle watched him how well dressed he was in a red coat over a white shirt and without his magician hat showing his brown hair, for a moment Kyle found him attractive but soon turned his face and looked to the side. "I hope you don't try to drown me in the lake." Kyle said sarcastically, "Why would I do that?" Eric asked. "I don't know, I have my suspicions." "I wouldn't do it even if I wanted majesty." Eric replied with a giggle.

The ride lasted until they reached the middle of the lake where Eric decided to stop, Kyle was surprised by the abrupt stop but, Eric decided to ask, "Can, can I see your mark?" The Elf King allowed and cautiously offered his pulse, he had never observed his mark, had the form of a golden star with the initial name of Eric. "She's very pretty." And when he said those words the elf king's green eyes soon stopped in his mysterious heterochromatic eyes. "Now I'm going to show you mine." Eric lifted the sleeve of his coat to show his wrist, the brand had the shape of a waning moon with Kyle's initial, "Wow! She's also very beautiful." Kyle replied in awe. "I don't know why fate wants us together, you know I hate you for having the Stick of Truth and having won this war." Eric started talking. "Perhaps fate may have plans for our kingdoms, I don't know." The Elf King responded with a rather sad look. It was from there that the Mage King approached and touched the face of the Elf King who calmly raised his emerald green eyes to the face of the Mage King, immediately the Mage King could not take his eyes off that face with green eyes and small apparent freckles, the same was happening to Kyle who could not stop looking at those blue and brown heterochromatic eyes , it seems that for him the world stopped spinning and there were only them and the lake, nothing else mattered now at that moment, the Stick, the kingdoms, the war, everything was forgotten.

Then for a moment The Magic King Eric used his magic and brought forth small fireflies that flashed green and red lights to make the lake brighter than it already was, as it reflected the moon and the stars, Kyle marveled at such beauty in one night but, as soon as he returned his face to the Wizard King, he simply could not resist , Eric held Kyle's face tightly, approached and his lips touched, it was a mixture of feelings inside the heart of the Elf King, on the one hand he wanted to yell at the Mage King and on the other he decided to give in. The Elf King decided to leave all his pride, the enmities aside, the discord and decided to surrender, closing his eyes and answering the kiss, began a little shy but then turned into a dispute between tongues, it was as if he wanted it a long time ago, maybe well before the damn war that led to vie for the Stick of Truth , or maybe their fate had been intertwined since children, who knows?

The kiss ended with a non-painful bite from Eric on Kyle's inferior lip, who responded with a giggle. "Maybe it's time we got back." Kyle responded still bewildered by the sensation of the kiss. "Yes, let's go back." Eric replied. Arriving on dry land, holding hands and the marks exposed, the Wizard King said, "It was a good ride I hope the Highness enjoyed it." "Yes, it was a beautiful ride but, I'm afraid we can't repeat it." Kyle answered with his head down. The Magic King approached raising his face, he did not like to see those beautiful green eyes down and said: "Nothing like a secret meetings do not serve." Kyle laughed. "True, but it turns out we're not kids to do things on the sly anymore, we're two adults and..." The Mage King did not wait for the elf to finish the sentence and gave a little kiss on his lips, "I know, I know, little elf but, it turns out that I'm in love and you are my soul mate and I'll do everything not to lose you and be able to see you." Kyle got lost in the word love, he did not believe that the Wizard King would fall in love so quickly with him.

Maybe that kiss on the boat made him change his mind, perhaps his caring way of speaking, when they looked at each other's mark, turned the arrogant, selfish, ambitious Wizard King into a caring, loving and understanding man. Kyle had his fears, he didn't want to risk his heart and his sanity right away.

"All right, we can meet in secret to get to know each other better and understand these soulmates." Kyle responded cautiously. "Sweet! Let's just say it's going to be fun, two kings venturing out in the early hours." The Wizard King said between laughs, "That's not funny Eric!" When the Elf King said that, he put his hand in his mouth and the Wizard King froze. "What did you call me?" Eric asked paralyzed, Kyle screamed and turned to go away: "NOTHING!" Eric started running after him: "Please say it again!" "I SAID, NO!" Kyle quickly started walking, "KAAAAHL PLEASE!" The Mage King laughing and finding it cute to see the Elf King's pointed ears in red began to walk behind him and the Elf King saying louder and blushing in red said, "FORGET ERIC... argh!" And the Wise King blushed even more: "HA! I knew Kahl you said, I'm so happy, my soul mate!" "Just take me home." The Elf King answered however red with shame. "Of course my little elf all for you." And so gone were the two of them holding hands and the marks shining on their wrists.

Two kings, two kingdoms, sworn enemies, destined to defeat each other, now have their souls and their hearts connected through a mark that will hardly come out, unless fate wants to once again play a trick but for now fate will be very busy with these two kings and their kingdoms probably concerned about their hidden encounters , how long will the meetings last? Who knows? Maybe that boat on Starks Pound and the stars and the moon in the sky will say.

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#kyman #kymanweek #kymanweek2020 #day:5 fantasy au #prompt:soulmates #Im so proud of myself!#eric cartman #kyle broflovski #south park

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sarah-snook · 5 years

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reddie kissing by a campfire for a bet ✌

thank you for the prompt el!! tumblr deleted the first draft of this when i was almost done and i really liked how it had come out so i hope this doesn’t disappoint because i couldn’t remember what i wrote the first time dkjnfks :’(

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Richie was nervous. He sat cross-legged, staring at the dancing flames of the bonfire as he tapped his thigh anxiously, ignoring his friends around him. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to go home now- just be anywhere else but here. He could feel Stan’s eyes on him, boring holes into his skull. Richie was nervous and it definitely showed.

“Hello? Earth to Richie!!”

He blinked rapidly, black curls bouncing as he shook his head in an attempt to snap out of the trance he had put himself in. He looked over at Beverly, the source of the voice that brought him back to the reality he didn’t want to be in right now.

“Are you okay, Richie?”

Was he okay? He could hear the genuine concern in her voice, but all he thought about was if he should deflect with a joke like he always did. He could tell her the truth- tell all of his friends the truth. Tell them why he was nervous once the suggestion to play truth or dare was brought up. How just the name of this game they’ve played so many times before made a shiver run down his spine and his heart rate pick up. No, he wasn’t okay, but he would keep that to himself.

“I’m peachy keen Ms. Marsh! Just thinking about Mrs. K and whether I should pay a visit to her tonight!”

He looked over at Eddie, grinning as he sent him a wink, a chorus of “beep beep Richie” sounding off in the background. He couldn’t help but keep staring at Eddie as his cheeks turned red, eyebrows knitting together as he pouted in that exaggerated way that made his chin all wrinkly. He could feel his heart rate continue its rapid beating, no longer from nerves but for the boy in front of him. He loved that pout, loved everything about Eddie. He loved Eddie.

Richie knew this was the reason he hated truth or dare- he feared the day he would be called out on never picking truth. He feared the day he would be forced to pick truth. Richie had what he considered a dirty little secret, one buried deep within him that would never see the light of day if he could help it. That dirty little secret was his love for Eddie Kaspbrak.

Sure, he showed his love for Eddie almost blatantly and no one so much as batted an eye, but it was always quickly played off as a joke. Not once had one of his friends genuinely wondered whether or not his affection towards Eddie was more than platonic. He averted his gaze from Eddie, unable to continue looking at him without beginning to blush himself, and met Stan’s eyes. The knowing look Stan gave him made Richie pause and think, ‘Well, maybe Stan is the only one who’s figured it out.’

He panicked for a second before breaking eye contact, once again looking at the fire in front of him. That was an issue for another day, and Stan wouldn’t call him out on whatever it is he thought he knew in front of their other friends. In fact, Stan would never even confront him one-on-one. He knew that Stan would wait for Richie to come to him first, whenever he was ready.

“I think Richie should go first.”

Richie’s heart skipped a beat at these words. He felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over him as he turned to stare wide-eyed at Eddie. He stood, hands on his hips as he frowned down at Richie. All of a sudden, Richie felt small under his gaze. It felt as if every one of his friends could see the way he practically cowered at the thought of participating in the game he hated so damn much.

He said nothing as they began arguing over who would get to ask Richie the question and if, as he feared, he should even be allowed to choose dare. His saving grace came in the form of Stan, who swiftly shut down the idea of forcing Richie to pick truth. Richie gave him a small smile as they once again made eye contact, nodding his head in thanks.

“Alright trashmouth, truth or dare?”

He looked over at Beverly, who had plopped down next to him, with a weary expression on his face. He studied her, the mischievous grin on her face not going unnoticed by an already alert Richie.

“Dare, obviously. Only pussies choose truth.”

Richie looked pointedly at Eddie, who only crossed his arms and told him to shut up. He waited as Bev reached into her bag, pulling out a small box which she passed to him.

“I dare you to kiss the person whose name you pick out of this box.”

He let out a choked cough, completely surprised by Beverly’s choice of dare. Dares had always felt safe to him, no one would ever dare someone to tell them who they liked or if they’d kissed anyone before, where was the fun in that? Dares had always been skinned knees and awkward bruises, things they could laugh about together later. Dares had never been anything but reckless fun.

“I bet he won’t do it, you can see the fear in his eyes.”

Richie refused to look over at Eddie as a blush began to spread slowly across his face. He couldn’t look at Eddie, not when he knew his emotions would be written clearly on his face. He took a deep breath, schooling his face once again into that classic Richie grin- the one he always used to hide the way he felt. He reached into the box, fingers grazing against the pieces of paper inside as he finally turned to look at Eddie.

“I bet if I pick your name from this box you won’t do it.”

Richie scrambled the papers around before finally picking one, unfolding it slowly for dramatic effect. His breath hitched, stomach dropping at the name on the slip of paper. It was Eddie. Of course it had to be Eddie. It would be his luck that he would get the one person he wanted to kiss, yet also didn’t want to. He turned the paper towards his friends, showing them the name. He met Eddie’s eyes and he could see a mirror of his fear and anxiety in them. Either of them could back out, he knew that.

He sort of didn’t want to. He wanted to know what Eddie’s lips against his own felt like. Whether they would be soft or if they would be slightly chapped despite their appearance. He wanted to cup Eddie’s face in his hands as he slowly deepened the kiss, letting go only when the need to breathe became too much. He sort of didn’t want to back out, and he hoped Eddie didn’t either.

“Are we doing this or what Eds? Who’s the scared one now?”

Richie slowly and unsurely made his way towards Eddie. To his surprise, Eddie met him halfway, fear no longer in his eyes but something that Richie could only describe as determination. Richie’s breath was ragged as Eddie placed his hands around his neck, pulling him down so he could rest his forehead against Richie’s. Eddie smiled softly at him, a different person than he was before when Richie had been teasing him.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Richie.”

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stellar-alley · 4 years

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•The One With The Monster•

Hey guys! Just a little warning before this chapter starts, I will be touching on religion, but it is in no way accurate and I am not trying to offend anyone in any way. This is all simply for the story, so if I say anything please do not take offence.

Also: This story is based on the song Monster by Dodie, so if you'd like to listen to it while reading then it can help set the mood.

Enjoy!

"So what are we going to do with him?" The arc angel glances over at his associate.

"Well, I suppose we could always assign him to an unsolvable case, someone who can not be saved. That way he will stay on earth forever" The lower level angel suggested.

"We could always assign him to-" The arc angel tapped a name the list he held with his index finger.

"Hm... Good choice. A demon he's bound to fall in love with, he will be gone within a decade. Clever" She smirked at him.

"Would you like for me to inform him? Or shall I?" He asked as she shook her head.

"Oh no don't you worry, I will tell the boy about his new and permanent position"

(Basically, our little angel was just assigned a case to a demon where he'd inevitably fall in love and die, all because they couldn't accept that he was gay)

Tell me again about how it hurts

"Okay... Eddie please, just tell me again how much it hurts" Richie leaned forward to cup Eddie's face with his hand. The shorter boy pushed him away. Suddenly Eddie was up and of the bed, pulling at the ends of his hair as pain flashed through his eyes.

"I-It feels like someone stabbed me in the back with a needle and I can feel the fucking venom spread through my system. Like roots of a fucking weed growing" He hissed.

Shit... This is what I was worried about

Being awfully loud for an introvert

There was a moment where Richie didn't speak, he just let Eddie rage.

Eddie sat down on the edge of the bed, practically hugging himself, with blank eyes and an emotionless face, "God, I can feel it seeping into my blood" he sighed. "Rich... Baby, what's happening to me?" Eddie's fear-filled voice cracked as his eyes grew watery.

Richie couldn't even meet his gaze as he muttered a guilt-filled, "E-Eddie... I'm so, so sorry".

Eddie's brow scrunches together, he tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Richie... what did you do?".

Richie moved out of his family's house at the young age of 22. His parents were very reluctant to let him live on his own, worried that he'd somehow spill the family secret, start the next set of witch trials or something. He was a demon after all. He loved Maggie and Wentworth with his entire heart, but as Panic At The Disco once said, if you love me let me go.

He wasn't a monster, neither were his parents. They were just two angels in love who made a wrong choice, so of course, they were thrown down to earth, banished. And heaven forbid there be any angels on earth that aren't guarding a human, so Maggie and Wentworth there stripped of their white angelic feathers and gifted new ones, darker ones.

Still, they were just as magical, just as magnificent. Long and elegant, they shimmered like the dark night sky. Their wings only came out when they wanted them to, unfurling like a red carpet being rolled out, it was one of the best feelings in the world to Richie. But if not then they just kinda went poof, disappearing. Although they would have to let their wings out at least once a week or else they'd wake up with major back pains. Sometimes Richie would even do it subconsciously in his sleep, he'd wake up from a nightmare and he'd just be curled up in his own dark wings. It was oddly comforting. When they went full dark angel, they had the wings as well as small black horns that would peak out through Richie's equally as dark curls. There were also dark eyes and sharp fangs.

There were other things that came with being a demon. They had magical powers, to a certain extent, they could make things happen, some call it miracles. Oh and also if they were to lash out and lose control, one would be able to see their pointy fangs and blood-red eyes. Richie had always been in love with his demon eyes. Their normal brown colour turned to a deep red, and the rest of the whites in his eyes turned black, making him look like a total satanic worshiper. Which they weren't by the way just cause they were demons didn't mean they had to worship the dark lord.

His place was magnificent, to say the least. It was a one-bedroom apartment with a kitchen and living room and just enough space for an office corner. But he made it work. He was only one person after all. He tried to keep everything organized, only half failing, which had surprised even himself. The apartment wasn't messy, he kept the dirty clothes in the hamper and the trash in the bin. Although he did always have a couple of dirty dishes in the sink and way too many papers on his desk, but he didn't mind.

Everything changed about two months after he moved in. He was sitting at his desk, some chill music on the in the background (Fly by Bloodwich to be precise. Recommended by Stan) when he heard something smash and fall from outside in the hallway. Richie waited a moment before he decided to go make sure no one was like... bleeding out on the floor.

Stepping out into the hallway that connected all the apartments, he noticed another male figure. Richie couldn't make out his features as he was crouching down on the floor in front of his door, back towards Richie. The guy had dropped a vase, pieces of porcelain scattered across the floor.

"Shit shit shit! Mom's gonna kill me!" The guy whispered, he frantically tried to collect all the pieces.

Richie knew he could help, alongside his miracle abilities, he also had a little bit of mind control. And he couldn't bear to hear this guy whimper about this damn vase any longer. He was going to command the guy to back away and he'd miracle the vase back to its original state, then just clean up the boy's memories a little before letting him go, so he wouldn't question the now fixed vase.

Before he gave the command he allowed his eyes to roll back into his head, they reverted back into their demonic state as he commanded, "Stop". Richie's voice stern and deep, it always got that way when he commanded someone to do something.

The boy froze.

"What?" He suddenly jumped up from his position on the floor. Richie wiped his eyes away, they changed back to their normal brown just as his eyes met the eyes of the other boy's. For a moment he could've sworn that the other's eyes were blue, but not like, blue but blue. A blue that could give the sky and sea a run for their money, a blue that'd make someone have to shield their eyes cause it was so bright. But he blinked just as Richie tried to focus on their colour, and suddenly they were brown, just brown.

"Sorry... I uh... Thought you were my neighbour, they party a lot and I always tell them to shut the fuck up" Richie told a terrible lie. No one on his floor partied, they were the Losers floor after all. He knew how weird he sounded so he quickly kept going, he tried to get rid of the awkward tension. "Sorry about the vase" Richie rubbed anxiously at his neck.

"W-What vase?" The guy asked with a lifted eyebrow.

"The one that broke..." His voice drifted off when he looked over and saw the vase that sat perfectly on the ground beside the other boy's feet. "oh" was all he could say at that moment.

Good going trashmouth. What the fuck just happened?

"I'm Eddie," The guy, who is apparently Eddie, said, forcing the awkwardness away. He stuck out his hand for Richie to shake.

"The name is Tozier, Richie Tozier" He replied and shook Eddie's hand. "Moving in I see?" He motioned to the boxes that line the hallway.

Eddie's eyes went wide for a moment, maybe a moment too long before let out a laugh mixed sigh, "Yeah, this is me" he pointed to the door right across from Richie, the sight caused the trashmouth to smile a little bit more at the thought of having a cute neighbour.

Now that Eddie was no longer crouched on the ground he was finally able to get a good look at him. Eddie was a petite guy, for sure a couple inches shorter then Richie and had a smaller build as well. He had a head of neat chocolate brown hair that flopped into his eyes, which he constantly swatted away, Richie found it adorable. He wore a pastel blood hoodie and black skinny jeans and some nameless runners.

"Welcome to the Losers floor" He said with a wink.

"The what?" Eddie asked.

"The Losers floor, that's our name. You've got me, Richard Trashmouth Tozier, the leader of course" He nods, "Beverly Marsh, the badass" Richie points to the apartment beside his own. "Benjamin Hanscom, the nerd" He points to the farthest room, the one after Bev's. "Mike the animal lover, he has a cat, but don't tell the landlord" Richie smirked, he gestured to the room across from Ben's. "And then there's Bill and Stanley. God, I don't know how they fit two people in that fucking apartment, let alone a god damn bird".

Eddie's eyes went wide at the statement, "A bird?".

"Yeah, Staniel loves them. I think her name is like Alley or something" Both of the boys turn to the camera like it's the office.

He leaned casually against the doorframe to his apartment, "Need a hand with the boxes, Edwardo?" Richie asked.

Eddie had to resist the urge to shoot the nickname down and deny his offer, but he knew that be seeing more of Richie in his life. Eddie was his guardian angel after all (;

Eddie was an angel, well he was pretty sure he still was. Eddie always had an enteral battle going on inside of him. They fought over what was right if he should be listening to his lord and saviour or to his heart. He repressed his feelings for centuries, but love always won. Coming out was something. (I don't feel comfortable going into details). But everyone seemed okay with it, sure some hated the idea but everyone liked Eddie. And as luck would have it, a week later he got his first official Guardian placement, Richard Tozier. They'd given him everything he needed, a book full of fake memories and a storyline to follow, it was all set, well... kinda. They basically just gave him the job, no further explanation on why Richie needed to be guarded or anything at all for that matter. They just told him he had 3 days to prepare before being shipped out.

Living on earth was something. But the guys above gave him some books and tips to keep his heavenly side a secret.

Don't fly in the city, don't use your powers unless necessary, and never, ever tell your person about your secret.

All they said was don't fly in the city, they never told him he couldn't just sit in his apartment with his blinds drawn and his wings out, so that's what he did most nights. He had specific shirts and hoodies with little slits in the back so his wings could come and go with ease. Sometimes he'd just opt to sit shirtless on his couch while watching Will and Grace reruns.

With no knowledge of what he needed to guard Richie against, Eddie simply chose to be the friendly neighbour that was always there to help. But then he realized how dreadfully annoying Richie can be, and then their iconic banter began. But during all of their arguments and bickering, a spark was lit. The two went from friendly neighbours to each other best friends. They'd developed countless traditions that were carried out throughout the week, Taco Tuesday, well that was just the day they went to eat at Burrito Gringo. There were also Sunday laundry nights, where they'd spend countless hours in the creepy basement laundry room laughing their asses off about some random ass shit since anything was hilarious after 1 am. Although on Mondays, both of the boys always seemed to be oddly busy. Maybe it's because these are the days when they both hiked to different parts of the city, heading deep into the forest, away from civilization before letting their wings out and taking flight.

Around the one-year anniversary of Eddie moving in, Richie had no doubt in his mind about 2 things. 1) That he was head over heels for Eddie fucking Kasbrak, and 2) that said Eddie fucking Kaspbrak was also an angel. How did he know this? Well, the first day the two met, Eddie literally miracle-d the vase with shiny blue eyes. These eyes were not only a one-time occurrence, sometimes when Eddie laughed a little too hard, the times he got a little bit too embarrassed, or when he sneezed too hard, or if Richie's touch lingered a little bit too long on Eddie's body, they'd appear. Even though it was always only for a moment, blink and you'll miss them, Richie always noticed. And one day when Richie was walking home from the radio station he may or may not have noticed that he could see perfectly into Eddie's apartment. From there, he watched the short boy grow angelic wings from his fucking back. So, yeah Richie kinda knew Eddie was an angel.

He never brought it up, for various reasons. Richie knew a lot about demons but he also knew his fair share about angels, and he knew that if word got out to the people above about someone knowing Eddie's secret, he'd be in deep shit.

Even though the trashmouth knew what he saw, he could practically feel the angelic powers pour out of his little angel, but he didn't want to face the facts. He didn't want to believe that the boy he loved was an angel. They could probably be together, to hell with the sides! They'd make it work... But then came the inevitable, the biggest thing that stood in their way. Something everybody knew.

An angel and a demon could never share a kiss. It was a curse put upon the first angel and demon who fell in love, all those years ago. The curse states that when the two opposing creatures kiss, the being of light will lose their spark, it will go dark, they will go dark. Basically it means that Richie was to kiss Eddie, Eddie would lose his wings, and he'd turn into the same beast that Richie was. Or even worse, Eddie could die, if he wasn't able to survive the turn.

So Richie suppressed everything, his thoughts, his ideas, his feelings. Anything that could lead to having a crush on Eddie was shoved into a box and stuffed into his metaphorical closet. He wouldn't allow himself to be the reasoning behind Eddie's banishment, he couldn't... Richie wouldn't be able to live with himself if he knew that he was the reason his little angel was turned dark. So he made a vow to never kiss Eddie.

So Eddie kissed Richie instead.

It had been officially one year and one month since Eddie moved in across the hall from Richie, and it has been exactly one month since the two started dating. Richie was the first one to make a move, he was reluctant since he couldn't kiss Eddie, but he could see the yearning in his angel's eyes and he really just wanted to be happy, to make Eddie happy. That's all he ever wanted.

So he gave in. Eddie confessed his feelings one night after Richie's failed attempt at a tinder date with some asshat named Connor. Eddie spilled his guts out about since the first time he saw Richie in the hallway, he has been living on this high, the feeling that he only got when he was with Richie. And that feeling gave him life. What Richie didn't know was that the life Eddie was feeling was the feeling of finally living. He was doing what he wanted, on his own terms, with the man he loved. That night forward they were officially boyfriends.

Eddie found it kind of odd that they didn't share their first kiss after they both confessed their true feelings. Instead, once Richie finished spilling his guts, he simply wrapped Eddie up in his arms and the two held each other, their hearts beating as one. That night they slept together, no sex, just being wrapped up in each other's arms was enough. And Eddie was okay with that.

It was just another morning that the demon and the angel had woken up together. Eddie had woken up first. To no surprise, he found his limps were tangled up with Richie's. But once the demon had woken up, the two sat facing each other in bed for a while. Until Eddie practically jumped on Richie, cupping his face and kissing his lips.

Richie was left in shock. They'd kissed. And it was amazing. There was only a single moment where Richie's mind burst at the thought of their lips touching, but instead, he drowned it out by passionately kissing Eddie back. Eddie had pushed Richie onto his back, playing with his hair as the made out on the bed, that's when Eddie jackknifed off of Richie. That's when he started to turn, and that's where we are now.

"Eds, baby I'm so sorry. I should've told you sooner" Eddie snapped his head to face Richie. His angel eyes were showing, and they were blazing like a roaring fire. The flames so burning hot that they turned sky blue.

"What the hell did you do?!" He hissed, anger and confusion laced his voice.

Richie could barely let out a stuttery, "I-I'm..." that's when he let his eyes roll back. With regret he let his demon eyes roll forward, he hoped it would be more than enough of a response.

His blue eyes snapped open wider than ever, "Y-You!" he shrieked. Eddie went to stand and get the fuck out but before he knew it, he'd stumbled over his own feet and landed on the carpeted floor of Richie's bedroom. With the pain that radiated through his body, he felt something, stress relieved from his shoulders, but now there was more weight on them than usual. His wings. Eddie curled up, the pain simply had more space to cover.

Richie slid out of his bed and shuffled over to Eddie. "Please can I just-"

"No, NO! Get away from me" Eddie backed away, "You demon fucker, you did this to me" he hissed. Hastily he got to his feet, he stumbled out of the room.

Get out of my room, smile wiped clean Isn't it weird to be so mean?

Eddie had sworn Richie out countless times, but nothing stung as badly as the words that just slipped out of his mouth. He couldn't even begin to imagine the pain Eddie was going through. The guys below always described it as the feeling of what it's like to burn in the deep pits of hell. But the least he could do was make sure Eddie didn't have to go through this alone.

He marched into the main area of his apartment where he spotted Eddie had sprawled out over the couch. The demon moved quickly to crouch down beside Eddie. The angel's eyes were in a half-open stat, but once they caught sight of Richie they reverted back to their blue shocked look. But now they were focused on something just above Richie's eyes.

I'm guessing that I've grown horns I guess I'm human no more I can tell I've rotted in your brain

"Oh... Sorry. This happens sometimes" He smirked down at the shorter boy. His hands wandered up to brush up against the small horns that had appeared in his dark curls.

The shorter boy was hugging himself, the pain pounding in his head. "I can't believe you'd do this to me. Turn me... Make me into a monster" Eddie breathed breath after breath, each word filled with a hatred that was new to the both of them, and Richie hated every moment of it.

Oh, how easily passion twists You think I'm a crazy bitch I craft my words to fit your head 'Cause no one listens to the dead

"You think I wanted to do this? Do you think I wanted to turn the fucking love of my life into the same thing that haunts me? The thing that looms over my fucking head every goddamn day of my life? Eddie I always wanted what was best for you, that's why I joke and I play and I never let you in because I didn't want to get close. I didn't want to feel anything for you but I couldn't" Richie's emotions were about to overflow when he realized the amount of stress that sat on his back. So with a roll of his kneck and a stretch of his arms, he allowed his pitch-black demonic wings to magically roll out behind him.

If Eddie's eyes could grow bigger then they already were, then they did. "LIES! That's all your kind does. It's all been lies, and to think I fell in love with a fucking spawn of satan".

The words burned like a slab of meat over an open flame. There was one way that Richie knew he could capture Eddie's attention, grab his attention by the balls and tell him what's what.

So maybe I will talk to you The only way I know how to I've said my speech through sharpened teeth

"Edward mother fucking Kaspbrak. Do you think, that I would spend over a year, lying to my dumbass neighbour just to turn him? 365 days, 8760 hours, 525600 fucking minutes, all so hell could have one more damned demon? Eds, Eddie, light of my life, I never, ever, planned on turning you" Richie's voice was stern and serious. It was something that was new for Eddie. He couldn't help but notice the fact that Richie's teeth had sharpened into fangs, poking out from behind his lips as he spoke. They must have unconsciously lengthed as his emotions grew stronger.

Although he wasn't focused on Richie's new way of talking. He was focused on the words, the phrase he just said. Light of my life. A direct quote from The Shinning, the same words Jack Torrance told his wife Wendy during the climax of the movie. It was their safe word, the phrase they said when something was happening when they needed help, when they needed each other. If something was happening and the other needed help, no questions asked. Suddenly everything became so much more serious to Eddie.

Eddie curled deeper in on himself, with closed eyes, and a weal voice, he wept, "Then why am I dying".

Richie's dark heart broke at the sight of his boyfriend who crumbled before him. "oh... Spaghetti" He muttered, collapsing beside him, throwing his arms around the angel. "I-I'm gonna figure this out".

With that declaration, the two stayed like that for a while, Eddie curled on the couch with his wings behind him with Richie's arms wrapped around him. Their foreheads pressed against each other's. Richie's wings even lowered down and wrapped around the angel. When the dark wings touched the lighter ones, it was like the first time their hands brushed up against each other. It sent a shiver up both of their spines.

Eddie's body had almost grown used to the pain, it was numbing, his body ached, but the feeling of Richie's touch made everything just a little bit better. As much as Eddie wanted to be mad about this, it was Richie's fault, deep down Eddie knew his boyfriend didn't mean it.

The angel felt the demonic presence that cuddled against him shift and move, followed by the all too familiar 'Click' sound of Richie's phone turning on. He tilted his head upwards and saw Richie's head was perched on top of his own while he scrolled through the contacts on his phone. "Seriously rich? Ruining our moment? I'm literally dying you asshole" Eddie's voice had a little less pain and some more confusion mixed in there, and maybe even a little laughter.

The demon's lips turned into a little smirk. He slowly slipped off of the other, "I've got this angel, just give me a moment. Don't die!" He hollered whilst he walked into the other room.

Richie had his parents on speed dial and the phone rang three times before they answered. He cut to the chase and asked what to do if an angel was turning. Of course, Maggie informed him that there's nothing he can do, the change will most likely kill the angel.

Richie's voice came out sounding way too chirpy for the situation he was in, "hmm, no. My angel won't be dying today. So we need another way".

There was a sudden muffled sound, followed by a very quick argument of few words before Wentworth picked up the phone, "Son? yeah, I'll call you if I find anything until then, keep the angel awake and alive. Love you son" and the line went dead.

You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin

Eddie had heard the stories, every angel knew them. The ones of the curse and what it's done to the angels that were stupid enough to fall for a damned demon. But for some reason, Eddie knew that deep down he would've kissed Richie again if he had the chance to go back, he'd do it again and again, no matter what the cost. Because deep down he knew that this boy.... this demon, was the only person Eddie truly ever felt this way about. He's never cared about anyone the same way he cared about Richie, it was love.

The angel could sense the demon when he re-entered the room. At that same moment, another jolt of pain shot into his body. This time it started at his lower back and spread like roots to a virus up his back.

"H-Holy shit" Eddie's eyes snapped up to meet Richie's, worry washed over him when he noticed that the demon's face had gone as white as a ghost.

"What? Rich, what is it?" he questioned. Richie stared in shock as black veins slowly kept up the back of Eddie's neck. They edged their way up to his neck and into his wings. They trained the whites of his wings as they. It seeped into the feathers and kept growing, black spikes in a world of white.

"Eddie, hey, sweety, trust me okay? It looks bad, I won't lie. But we're gonna beat this, you and me" Richie's voice was reassuring, but Eddie still needed to see what was happening. He rapidly sat up, ignoring the pain that it caused. He moved towards the full-length mirror Richie had proper up against the wall in his living room.

His voice was weak, only able to let out a soft "No....". Richie stood behind him, which was good since Eddie basically collapsed after seeing himself, the shock had overtaken his body.

Please let the devil in

Richie, of course, caught his boyfriend. He cradled the boy in his arms, softly stroking his hair while he wept into his sweater. The apartment was silent, the only sound to be heard was the soft sobs and sniffles that the angel.... that Eddie let out as Richie held him close.

A meter apart, we blankly stare

The demon wasn't that strong so at one point he had to slowly lower himself and the boy who laid in his arms to the ground. That's where they laid for a while. The pain pulsed through Eddie's body which caused the tears to keep falling. Richie held him tight, one hand holding the other's while the other would run through Eddie's hair, in slow calming motions. The two laid on the kitchen floor, Richie's back was leaning against the counter for support. Both of their wings were sprawled out everywhere as they laid together.

After countless minutes, Eddie's weeping stopped, so did the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. "Eds?" Richie asked, voice low. When he was left with no response he asked again. "Eddie?". Now worry filled his face as he turned his boyfriend over to see his face had gone soft, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. "HEy, Eddie, Eddie?"

We shout in our heads, "Are you still in there?"

"no, no, NO... no" Richie winned, he ran his hands along Eddie's body. He moved his index finger and his middle finger along the boy's neckline, he tried to find a pulse, anything. But there were no signs of life.

Well, this ends bad then, we knew it would

"It can't end like this... I-I won't let it".

The sound of his phone ringing cut through the air like a knife. He grabbed his phone from his pocket, he smashed the answer button when he realized it was his father who was calling. "What?" His voice came out weak, hopeless even.

"Son... Blood" His father sounded out of breath. "A demon's blood can change him, bring him back".

"What? Dad, no... No, I can't turn him, h-he's an angel"

"Richie, either you turn him or he dies. You don't want him to die, do you?" The question made something snap deep within the demon. He knew what his dad was doing by the tone in his voice. He'd used it in the past to manipulate Richie, not in a bad way, but he needed it right now. His dad knew he wouldn't want to lose Eddie, so he left him no choice.

"Fine" Richie hissed, he clicked the end call button before dropping his phone.

So we won't eat our words, 'cause they don't taste good

(Mild blood warning)

The demon slowly moved his boyfriend off of him and laid him carefully onto the cool tile floor beneath them. Richie moved quickly through his kitchen, he got one of the various knives from a drawer before he took a seat again beside Eddie.

"Okay... Eddie, I'm so sorry" Richie apologized again for the 100th time. He took his own hand and with the knife, he made a clean cut across his palm. The demon hissed, fangs poking out from his mouth, at the pain.

Before he could change his mind, the demon carefully picked up his boyfriend's hand from where it sat on his chest. He studied it for a moment, examing the soft skin against his. He shook his head, cleared his mind. It was hard, his hand began to shake the moment he gripped the knife.

Just do it. He thought.

"I love you," He said as the knife drew blood.

The moment he was done with the knife he let it clatter to the ground. Instead, he put Eddie's hand in his, pushing their cuts together in hopes that enough blood would enter the boy's system for this cult-like ritual to work.

He held their hands together, he pressed his lips up against the back of Eddie's hand, and just held them.

Eddie's eyes snapped open. His heart beat strong and hard inside his chest. He looked over and saw Richie, a demon, his demon. He held their hands together to his chest, his head tilted downwards.

His voice was weak, tiered from the aches and pains, "Rich..." he whispered.

The demon's head jolted upwards. He was overwhelmed by emotions, he's alive. A smile spread across his lips as he let out a small, "Eds". Without missing a beat he jumped at him, wrapping him in his arms and hugging him.

The sudden action caught the former angel by surprise. "H-Hey... It's good to see you too trashmouth".

Tears began to fall from Richie's eyes, unable to hold back his emotions any longer. He slowly let go and moved to face his boyfriend, "I, thought you were dead. You flatlined" he looked into Eddie's eyes and suddenly his face fell a little.

The angel's eyes were still blue, but there were no whites to them. They were actually similar to Richie's, which he loved. The only difference was that instead of red, it was blue, and everything else was pitch black.

Eddie noticed immediately and mirrored his emotions, fear, and worry. Which Richie caught on to and quickly changed this up, "I have something to tell you". Eddie simply responded with a small nod, "So you know the curse right?".

"Of course, everyone does".

"Exactly. So, uh... Yeah we kissed, and you almost- um, ya know... died. But I brought you back! You're here now, and you're alive. But y-you aren't the same" He glanced away, unable to meet his gaze, suddenly ashamed of his red and black demonic eyes. "I-I guess it's better if I show you".

Richie slowly got to his feet and helped Eddie to stand, the boy's legs were a little wobbly but he wrapped an arm around Richie's waist for support as he led the shorter boy towards the mirror. What stood before him sent a little shiver down Eddie's spin. He looked into his new eyes, the blue he was used to seeing remained the same, but instead of the normal white that usually surrounded them was replaced with a black as dark as night. The darkness grew wide for a second, his eyes stared at himself in shock. His wings had changed as well, the black veins were now gone, and so were the white feathers he knew so well. Although his wings weren't black like Richie's (Which Eddie kinda found dark and sexy), his new wings were a silver-grey, they shimmered under the light, slightly changing as he moved and tilted his body.

I'm guessing that I've grown horns I guess I'm human no more

The no longer angel noticed something else. Little spikes poking up through his brown messy hair. The little horns felt smooth to the touch.

"I'm so sorry Eddie. I never meant for any of this to happen" Richie kept his eyes on his hand, where the cut had already healed.

"Richie... We could've never been together before. An angel and a demon? That's insane, totally against every rule, on both sides" His voice was stern, anger slowly building up as he went on. It all changed within a moment, "But I'm not an angel anymore..." His voice drifted off a moment before Richie realized what he meant. The dark-haired boy stared wide-eyed at his boyfriend, not 100% sure what was going to happen. His heart began to flutter. Then the smile he's grown to love spread over Eddie's lips, even going up to his demonic eyes.

"So it's just you and me now" Without missing a beat, Eddie closed the gap between Richie and himself, he moved his hand to grab the collar of Richie's shirt before he pulled him down towards him and kissed him.

"So what now?" Richie asked his boyfriend, who's head was leaned against his chest as the two laid together in Richie's bed after a hot and intense makeout session. It left both of them sweaty and speechless. The power that the two shared was something neither of them had ever felt before, leaving them both a little mad that they hadn't done it sooner.

Two ugly creatures, two sinister preachers

"Well... Now that we're two ugly creatures, two sinister preachers" The jokes rolled off his tongue. Richie could get used to these demon themed jokes.

Blind to the past, like a couple of monsters

The newly deemed demon rolled over to lay propped up on his elbows, facing Richie. "Rich there's one thing I know for sure. Heaven can't get to me, and I have a feeling Hell can't get to you". Eddie hadn't a clue about Richie's past, but he knew he'd find out sooner or later since they were in this mess together. Two separate sparks that by some miracle collided, creating something amazing.

"So it looks like it's just us..." Eddie's voice drifts off.

"You and me" Richie confirms.

"Us, together" The two smiled at that thought, "Just a couple of monster".

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Guys, I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter/oneshot I've ever written. I had so much fun writing this chapter! Exploring their backgrounds and giving the whole angel x demon thing a go, and I really enjoyed it, I hope you guys did too!

As I said this chapter is based on the song Monster by Dodie. I knew the moment I listened to this song that there was some deeper story behind the lyrics and I needed to bring it to life.

Anyways that's all for me! I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and don't forget to like and comment, it shows that you like my work and encourages me to keep writing.

Until next time

so long and goodnight.

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fancykraken · 5 years

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Reddie Hitman AU where Richie and Eddie had a fling years ago and moved on with their lives despite never being able to quite get each other out of their heads. Both believed they had found the one only to be too dumb to realize it at the time when they were together.

Years later they are both highly respected hitmen who are contracted by rival organizations to take care of the darker side of business affairs. Richie is the P.W. Group’s top man like Eddie is for Derry Enterprises. They’re a bit too good at their jobs, getting in and taking out their target(s) as quickly and silently as possible. Never once crossing paths face to face, they only know of each other through the criminal underground word of mouth. The stories of Trashmouth taking out a whole stash house singlehandedly or Eds putting a bullet in the head of a notorious drug cartel boss are whispered about often. Now they’re really starting to put an annoying dent into their rival contractors business affairs. It’s no surprise that they soon receive a contract to take the other out of the game permanently.

The inevitable happens where they finally meet face to face, guns pointed at each other’s head, adrenaline pumping, but can’t pull the trigger because this is the one they haven’t been able to get out of their head for so long. And now here they are hired to kill each other because they’re both too damn good at what they do.

Neither can pull the trigger. Some force of the universe or god or just the sheer power looking into each other’s hardened eyes again for the first time in so long keeps them from taking the first shot. So they fake it. They convince their employers that they succeeded in killing the other. They know the ruse won’t last forever, but it would have lasted longer if they had actually stayed apart. The sheer need they now have for each other after all this time is a gamechanger and makes them sloppy even if they don’t think it does. They meet up in secret, each time telling each other it’s the last time, but it never is.

They’re found out and shit really hit the fan. Now they have two serious contenders from the hitmen biz after them, Stan the Man and Stuttering Bill. They plan to run, get the fuck outta Dodge and leave their bloody pasts behind. Fuck these guys, they’re done doing their dirty work. So they run and they plan. The only way for them to truly be free of this shitstorm is if they end it at the source, but how?

Stan the Man and Stuttering Bill eventually catch up with them, shots are fired, insults are thrown (mostly from Richie), blood is spilt, but all make it out with their lives. Eddie and Richie offer a sweeter deal to Stan and Bill and after a lot of convincing and counter deals, they accept.

Richie and Eddie slip up and are both brought in to their respective former contractors. More blood is spilt, but nothing fatal, at least for Richie and Eddie. However, it did get pretty dicey before the FBI and Interpol came in to break up each party. The P.W. Group and Derry Enterprises are now brought down to their knees in exchange for Richie and Eddie’s immunity for blowing the whistle on all the dirty operations.

They slip away during the whole takedown. They may have immunity but shit is still too hot, the feds still too interested, and they still have big targets on their backs regardless if the heads of the companies are now behind bars. They head to an undisclosed location where they meet up with Stan and Bill and work out the details on how to split the nearly $50 million that they were able to divert into offshore bank accounts right before the takedown happened. Richie and Eddie meet the tech wizard, who goes by Hanlon, that helped Stan and Bill set up the untraceable money transfer (in exchange for a few million of course).

Now Eddie and Richie have the money to truly disappear, but first, a stop to a husband and wife duo referred to as Hanscom and Marsh who are particularly gifted at helping those who need to disappear and for good.

Finally free to lead new lives, Richie and Eddie make a break for it and never look back.

#Reddie #Reddie headcanon #Eddie Kaspbrak #Richie Tozier #It Chapter 2 #It #The Losers Club #idk I just can't stop thinking about that Hitman AU gifset that fircyca made XD #anyway this was supposed to be a lot shorter but my brain kinda went haywire with more details

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unfilteredaj · 5 years

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It: The musical track list concept. By Me.

Act 1

1: Georgie, Meet Pennywise (3:40) (Georgie, Pennywise)

This song starts off playful, with Georgie skipping and running after his boat while explaining who he is, and soon Pennywise takes over, giving the song a more eerie tone as it progresses.

2. Meet the Losers (6:20) (Bill, Richie, Eddie, Mike, Ben, Stan, Bev)

This song has the losers introduce us to who they are, and has a sarcastic yet fun tone throughout while explaining Derry as a whole. Also mentions how kids dissapear way too often.

3. Psychotic and loving it (3:12) (Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Belch Huggins)

This song is absolutely hilarious, introducing us to the Bowers gang, and showing them bullying the Losers while having sinister undertones.

4. What are you afraid of?: Bill (2:00) (Bill, Georgie)

This song is the first of a brief series, all having the same melody, showing us what each loser is afraid of. This version takes place in Bill’s basement (“You’ll float too.” Scene)

5. What are you afraid of?: Richie (2:00) (Richie, Pennywise)

This song introduces us to Pennywise’s motivations and the fact that he feeds on fear, while giving us a brief Richie one-liner.

6. What are you afraid of?: Eds (2:00) (Eddie, Sonia, Leper, Pennywise)

This establishes that Eddie sees IT in the form of the Leper, who has an on-stage costume change, ripping his dirty clothes off to reveal Pennywise’s clown costume. Also briefly shows how his mother is overbearing.

7. What are you afraid of?: Stan (2:00) (Stan, Flute lady, Rabbi/Stan’s father)

In this song, we are given more information on Stan’s father and the fact that he is Jewish. We also get a small tidbit that Stan just wants to study birds.

8. What are you afraid of?: Mike (2:00) (Mike, Mike’s Parents)

Mike gives us the story of his parents dying, showing his trauma and fear of the memories.

9. What are you afraid of?: Ben (2:00) (Ben, Easter fire victims)

Ben is established as a history buff, and is taunted by what he saw in an old Derry history book.

10. What are you afraid of?: Bev (3:15) (Bev, Mr. Marsh, Pennywise)

We’re shown how Bev’s father is abusive, and at the end Bev is kidnapped by Pennywise.

11. Guess What? You’re gonna die. (2:12) (Henry, Belch, Victor)

Brief break from the losers to show that the summer is passing, and to show how Henry is going insane, killing his two friends. There is a brief mention of Hockstetter dissapearing.

12. January Embers/Save Bev (2:45) (Ben, Bev/Losers)

This song establishes Ben’s love for Bev, and shows the losers going to save her. Lyrics are briefly taken from the “January Embers” poem he wrote her.

13. Kill them all. (2:30) (Henry, Losers, Ensemble)

Gives us a full on Crazy Henry Bowrs, who is attempting to kill the losers. All throughout the song, the Ensemble of dead kids is whispering to “Kill them all.”

14. Kill this Fuckin’ Clown (6:30) (Losers, Pennywise)

BATTLE SONG. The losers have charged into Neibolt, ready to kick some clown ass. The song begins with Richie’s famous “Lets kill this Fuckin’ Clown” speech. Pennywise frantically attempts to use their fears against them, while all the while getting beat the fuck up. He obviously loses.

15. Oath (1:27) (Losers)

Bill asks the losers to make an oath to come back if Pennywise comes back. (Stanly sings a brief lyric from a song later in the show, “I swear Bill.”)

Act 2

1: Good morning, I’m hungry. (3:45) (Pennywise, Ensemble)

Absolute chaos in a song. Basically Pennywise goes “WOW that was a good nap, lets eat some people.” And he DOES.

2. 27 years later (2:50) (Mike Hanlon)

Mike realizes that IT is back, and struggles with what he needs to do.

3. Six phone calls (5:32) (Losers)

Goes through each loser, showing their lives briefly as they get the call to come home from Mike.

4. Stan’s Soliloquy/ “I swear, Bill”)(2:15) (Stan Uris)

This is EXACTLY what you think it is. And YES, it IS sad as fuck.

5. Back in Derry/ Remember (4:40) (Mike, Bev, Richie, Eddie, Bill, Ben)

Shows the losers reuniting as Mike tells them how they can defeat Pennywise.

6. Daddy’s little girl/ Close your eyes, Bev (3:32) (Bev, Ms. Kersh, Bob Gray/Pennywise)

Bev returns to her former home, and is greeted by Ms. Kersh, who gets all creepy and eventually Bev is chased into the room with Bob Gray, and it plays out the same, but in song form.

7. Dirty little secret (4:20) (Richie, Pennywise, Ensemble)

The same “Dirty Little Secret” from Chapter 2, but extended to make it more blatant and impactful, adding an ensemble to the chorus.

8. Psychotic and loving it: Reprise AKA The untimely demise of Henry Bowers (3:29) (Henry, Eddie, Richie)

Gives us the scene where Eds gets stabbed in the face, but this time Richie IMMEDIATELY kills Henry.

9. Back in the sewers (5:50) (Losers)

The losers come together, marching into the sewers just as before. “For Georgie.” “For Stan.” “For Derry!”

10. What are you afraid of?: Reprise (4:00) (Losers, Pennywise)

The losers finnaly fight Pennywise, taunting him with the same melody that went with their respective versions of “What are you afraid of” as they Kill him. For good this time.

11. Dirty little secret: Reprise/ Don’t call me Eds (2:35) (Richie, Eddie)

Oh? “Dirty little secret” is a funny song? HAHAHA NOT ANYMORE IT IS S A D NOW. The lyrics are changed, and the melody is slowed, but as Eddie is lying there on the ground, bleeding out, Richie confesses that “Eds..I have a secret...a dirty little secret.” But Eddie cuts him off by hugging him and laughing, making a “Your mom” joke and going “Don’t call me Eds.”

Then the sad things happen.

12. Finale/ Stan’s letter (5:27) (Losers, Georgie)

I am picturing this song as “Losers” by Chosen Jacobs, but slowed down. And between each line is a pause, where The losers, young and old, read a line of Stan’s letter.

Ex:

Mike: You walk through this world, you feel alone...

Stan: Dear Losers... I know what this may seem like... But this isn’t a suicide note.

Mike: Pain and fear is all you’ve known...

Stan: You’re probably wondering why I did what I did...

And You get the point.

BUT at the end, when young stan Says “We’re losers. And we always will be.” The song shifts to one of Triumph, and all of the losers, young and adult, sing together and the curtain closes, End of show.

#it chapter 2 #itchapter2 #it chapter two #it2movie #pennywise #losers club #losersclub #the losers club #itmovie #it 2017 #it spoilers

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reddieao3feed · 5 years

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Don't Try to Kill Your Time

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2txHPKB

by FrankieWritesStuff

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier is a lot of things. He's loud, he’s dirty, he’s not that funny for a famous stand-up comedian. He's also got a lot of secrets, secrets so hidden that if they got out they'd ruin his career, possibly his life.

Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier is a lot of things.

Mostly, he’s a fucking coward.

Words: 2207, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Times of Trouble

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Ben Hanscom, Beverly Marsh

Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Additional Tags: Drugs, Drug Use, takes place over time, IT Chapter Two Fix-It, Fix it of sorts, no one dies, stan lives u fucks, Eddie Lives, this is like richie angst but he lives so its okay, journey to sobriety, Character Study

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2txHPKB

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #reddie #it (2017)#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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stenbrozier · 5 years

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Members of Losers’ Club x Reader (Your Guys’ Songs) *modern*

Bill Denborough: Cleveland, OH by John Floreani

I'd rather die on the plane flight home

Than disappoint you in the years to come

Let me crash into the ocean

Let the water fill my lungs

Bill was undeniably the most loyal person you had ever met, and whenever he was slightly dishonest with you, even if it was about what he ate that day, he’d absolutely feel like shit. You loved him no matter what, but it was always really hard for him to fathom that when he was so used to telling people little white lies. You didn’t care though, as long as he was honest about the big things, you didn’t care if he lied about what he ate or what Losers’ Club member he was with that day. When you first heard this song and listened closely to the chorus, you laughed a little, wanting to share it with Bill because “it’s literally you, baby.”

He heard it and smiled, nodding and laughing, too. After that, this became the song that you would cuddle to or a song that you would blast on your phone as you rode your bikes through Derry. The others started to get sick of it, but you and him could never.

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Stanley Uris: I’m Losing Friends by Tanner Swift

I see what the Devil sees, I listen when the Devil speaks

And I think we might all be demons when we wanna be

I can't afford to love

I'm afraid if I give to much you'll leave

Everyone does

Stan’s biggest fear was loosing everyone in his life: his friends, his family, but most importantly, you. As you guys got older, the club drifted apart, and you and Stan stayed fairly close, but it was still hard on him. He was scared to make new friends, like you were, and he just couldn’t stand the thought of loosing everyone.

“Babe,” Stan asked as he rubbed circles into your back. You made a sound in response, one that said that you heard him but you were too tired to use actual words. “Do you remember that song that we heard in the car the other day? The one about losing friends?” You nodded lazily, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “You won’t leave me right? You’ll stay?” You turned over, facing Stan.

“I couldn’t ever leave,” you said softly, planting a kiss on his nose. “I actually really liked that song, so do you remember some of the lyrics?” He rolled his eyes but recited the lyrics as best he could. After that, the song became a song that followed you through your whole lives, reminding you that you needed to stick together so you both didn’t fall into a dark pit of despair.

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Eddie Kaspbrak: Our Late Night Calls Used To Be Happy by Fredo Disco

But here i am

It’s where i've always been

I’m not the one who's changing places

I try to stay consistent

It was no secret that Eddie was overshadowed by his friends. Yes, it was very hard to miss the neurotic boy who squealed everytime he touched something remotely “dirty”, but when everyone at school thought of the losers, they’d think of Bill or Richie. But you always thought of Eddie.

When you first met him, it was so hard for you to get his smile out of your head, and it was the same for him. You bumped into him in the hallway and he looked like he was going to snap, but then he saw your apologetic smile and his heart just melted. After that, you noticed each other everywhere. At the pharmacy getting bandaids for your accident prone little siblings? Eddie was there getting his meds and would offer to walk you home. At the quarry admiring the peacefulness? Eddie would show up with his friends and they’d make it less peaceful, and he would apologize.

You heard this song one day on a random playlist and immediately thought of him. So, naturally , you burned it onto a CD and taped it onto his locker. When he found it, he instantly knew you did it, well Richie might’ve told him you did, and he want to find you. Ever since that, it had been the song that you did everything to, and the club got really fed up when you screamed it at the top of your lungs at the quarry randomly.

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Mike Hanlon: They Looked Like Strong Hands by Bayside

And I look so strong

When the weight of all the world

Don't take its toll

And I'd choose my sides

If I believed in what was right

But I'm all wrong

Mike wanted to act tough around you and the losers, but you all knew he couldn’t do that constantly. There were many times where Mike didn’t live up to his tough guy presence and it really discouraged him. However, you were always there to remind him of the times where he saved you and Losers’ asses or when he was just an amazing friend.

Yes, you guys had no problem comforting him and telling him how important he was, but Mike still got so insecure that he wasn’t good enough. He didn’t understand that he needed to catch a break.

You showed Mike this song, so that when you weren’t able to comfort him, he could just turn it on and feel as if you were right there telling him about how amazing his love was. Even if he didn’t exceed his standards of being a good friend, the song would remind him that it is hard to be tough and care for yourself all at the same time.

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Richie Tozier: Sixteen by Real Friends

The saddest part is I've been distant since I was sixteen

It keeps me up in bed

I'm stuck here with all the choices I've made

And the chances I was too afraid to take

Richie was very closed off and quiet (shocking right?) after the whole IT fiasco. He drifted really far from all of you, or he at least tried to. You fought your way back into his life and we’re always there for him when he told you all of his fears.

You found this song while you were listening to a random new music playlist and tears welled in your eyes. Richie needed to hear it. So, one day after school, you walked him home with him and sat with him on his bed, turning this song on. Richie furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s this shit,” he said, looking annoyed, but once he listened and heard the lyrics, he softened up. “This is a nice song. I-I have something to tell you.” Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. You went to ask him what was wrong but then he smashed his lips against yours. This was the song you guys first kissed to, so of course it would only make sense that it would play at every important event in your life for years after that.

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Beverly Marsh: February 15th by Hobo Johnson

I'm gonna be alone forever

But I'm getting used to the thought

Except late at night, you know, maybe I'm not

You and Bev had this friendship that was just completely inexplicable, and it was always your goal to make her feel as if it was as important as she thought it was. She never truly believed she had people that loved her, even after you introduced her to the losers, but with you, love just came so naturally.

It was really difficult for you both growing up because you were both in love with one another; however, neither of you told anyone else. Being in love with your best friend and not being able to do anything about it broke you both, and it was really hard not being able to talk about to one another either.

Hobo Johnson had been someone who helped you through so much through his music and you showed her this song, and she immediately confessed her feelings. She didn’t want to be alone. And neither did you.

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Ben Hanscom: Smoke by Soroity Noise

Sleep next to me

Tell me everything is how it should be

When you leave to haunt someone else's dreams

Think of me

Holy shit, Ben was in love with you from the moment he met you. He memorized your face and your manuerisms from watching you in math class, but he didn’t know that his love would get deeper when he stumbled upon you and your friends.

He could tell that you might’ve liked him back, from the way he sometimes caught you staring at him, but he didn’t really believe that you would stay with him, even if you guys started dating. Ben’s goal in life was to get you to notice him, and now that he had accomplished that, what the fuck was he gonna do now?

You knew he liked you and, yeah, you liked him, but you didn’t know how long it was gonna last. Music was a big part of both of your lives, so when you found this song about living in the moment, you knew that you just had to figure it out as it went. So you did. You made your relationship the best it could possibly be, and if it didn’t last forever, okay. At least you were able to enjoy it for a little while.

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #eddie kaspbrack x reader #stanley uris #stanley uris x reader #it beverly #beverly marsh #beverly marsh x reader #bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #mike hanlon #mike hanlon x reader #ben hanscom #ben hanscom x reader #masterlist

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