Pairing: Mentioned Reddie, Stenbrough, and Benverley but it’s not about the couples; it’s really just Eddie + his friends
Plot: The losers as colors- as told through Eddie’s perspective.// Eddie really loves his friends and sometimes needs some help loving himself
Word Count: Around like 1.5k
Stan has always been yellow.
From the minute they met back when they were five, Eddie has always seen yellow. Maybe it was because that was the color of the big smiley face his best friend had drawn on his cheek. Or maybe it was because sometimes when they’re talking Eddie will close his eyes and that color will be imprinted on his eyelids.
As they grew up Stan, like everyone, gained a multitude of shades. When he was happy he was as bright as the sun that shines in his eyes when he sits in the park and watches his birds. When he was sad he was mustard, muted yet still calming and comforting. Eddie soon realized he wasn’t the only one who could see the yellow.
To Mike, he was the honey they used when they baked together; to Bev, he was the dandelions they would weave into flower crowns when they didn’t feel like swimming in the quarry. But most of all to Bill, he was gold fit for a crown and abundant with value.
He is careful and methodical, but still tended to make rash decisions out of fear until he felt the comfort of the navy waves gently covering the golden sand and he could breathe again. He is a constant and while he could sometimes be a little out of place, he was a fundamental to them.
To Eddie it just made sense, because how could he be anything else?
Before Georgie, his oldest friend had been a happy blue. The color you wrap your newborn baby in. The color of the water reflecting the sky as it rippled and splashed as a result of the reckless group of kids so fond of playing in it. Bill was never very loud or outgoing- mainly because of his stutter- but he was still fun to be around and beautiful to look at. He was responsible and wise and dependable.
When Georgie first went missing, Bill wore the color in a more literal sense. He grew depressed and the colors faded more gray than blue, once clear skies becoming riddled with thunderstorms. However, he was never alone through any of it. His friends became his family and piece by piece he began to brighten again. If you looked close enough, you could see bits of yellow peeking through him that he used to anchor himself.
Bill has never quite returned to the innocent baby blue, but he’s matured and deepened himself to become trustworthy and steadfast like he needed because he understands.
Aside from the obvious reasoning, Bev was red because she had a fire within her that burned brighter than anything Eddie had ever seen before. She is unstoppable and unapologetic and quickly became one of Eddie’s favorite people.
She is the lip shaped stain she left on Ben’s cheek whenever they would part ways. She is scrapped knees from falling on the loose rocks. She is the deep autumn red Eddie often found himself taking shelter in on nights Richie was busy. She is the burning end of the cigarette she pressed into Victor’s arm when he started making fun of Jews. She is the blood running down her father’s nose when she finally wielded the strength and courage after things had gone too far.
The raw passion and loyalty for her loved ones was painted crimson on her skin as a warning to those who dared to mess with any of them.
It’s no secret that out of all the losers, Ben has the biggest heart (while Mike is a close second). He always takes others feelings into consideration and continuously gives even if he doesn’t get any in return. While he can be seen as an outlier in the group, Eddie knows he is the most reliable in the group.
He is the stable tree Richie once got stuck in because he thought he could climb to the top. He’s the old historical books that fill the informational section of the library. But most of all, he is the leaves on the tall trees that provide shade and shelter for anyone who happens to stumble across him.
Ben is the peace in the olive and the shine in the emerald and he’s learning from the red that bleeds into with him how to wear those colors proudly.
For Eddie Richie has always been hard to place. That was probably because upon their first meeting he already knew Richie was going to be everything. He could easily be the happiness embodied in yellow, or the dependability in blue. He was almost as intense as red and provided Eddie the shelter of green. To people outside the losers club he’s a dark black because of all of the punk clothes he wore and the way he mouthed off at teachers, but they knew better.
The best way to describe him was purple. The most versatile color. The color of the sangria he stole from his mom when Eddie had told him he didn’t like strong alcohol. The colors of the plums Stan threw at Henry because Richie dared him to. The neon signs flashing that practically force people to have fun. The royal color that always has to be center of attention. The love bites he would leave on Eddie’s skin. The bruises Eddie trace over when he would stumble in through Eddie’s window when he felt like the world was against him. Everyone’s favorite color.
He was Trashmouth Tozier, loud and proud and he wore every shade anyone labeled him with and made it his own. He was a true individual who didn’t give a fuck what others thought- most of the time.
Though he will never truly be one color, he’s the best damn purple there will ever be.
Mike is a soft cream color.
The neutral color in any conversation that provides the voice of reason. The most respectable color, the one people go to when they need advice. Even when the losers were saving Mike from Henry when they first met, the fact that he would be an integral part of the group just felt obvious.
He was the foundation of a house, providing the basis that the others could lean upon. The coffee that wakes someone up in the morning so they can function to the best of their ability. The unending support that lifts up anyone and everyone.
He’s always been the strongest of the group, and Eddie knows he would gladly follow him to the ends of the earth and back.
Eddie… Eddie sees himself as white.
Eddie thinks he’s white because everything needs to be clean. He’s the glaringly bright white light at the doctors office. He’s the freshly polished white counters that absolutely cannot get dirt on them or his mom will appear out of nowhere screaming about germs. He’s color of his dads skin when he was sick, the color of his own whenever he gets scared. Eddie is the blank canvas an artist is dying to stain into a masterpiece. He’s white because he’s small, unnoticed, unimportant. Eddie is white because he’s boring- God knows why Richie is with him. He’s too critical and he sets impossibly high standards.
The losers agree with the color, but not the reasoning. To Ben, Eddie is each and every page dedicated to health because of his passion for medicine. To Mike, he’s the color of innocence, of purity. Not in a little kid way, but in the way he can get dragged through the mud and still come out unscathed. Stan sees him as the white that compliments so well with his yellow, never one without the other, both logical and practical. Bev sees him as the refreshing snowfall after a particularly boiling summer. Bill sees Eddie as the color of the fur on the cat they tried to rescue in fifth grade, full of life and a bit aggressive. Richie’s never really been good with words or comparisons, but if there is one certainty in his life its the fact that Eddie is the color of the white tux he will wear at their wedding.
His friends love him (one more than the others) and they tell him that every opportunity they get. It’s a work in progress, but slowly Eddie is learning to love the white in himself too.
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