Pairings : Hints of Billverly and Reddie, though Bichie is end game.
Warnings : Alcohol/drug abuse, sexy times. Slight Beverly bashing, but only for the purpose of the story. Beverly is my otl, lbr.
AN : Hello, I’m back. I originally wanted this to be a Stozier fic, but Bill ended up fitting better than Stan with what I had planned. WELCOME BACK erry one. If you wish to be tagged in chapters after this one please send me an ask letting me know.
Enjoy!
Graduation night.
The thoughts swirled through his mind that this was the end. The end of high school. The end of his childhood. It was time to move on and become an adult. He had already applied at a billion colleges, but he already knew which one he was accepting the moment he got an acceptance letter.
But honestly, it wasn’t his first choice, or his second, or third, or fourth, even.
It was Beverly’s first choice, for him. She wanted to go off to Harvard and have him follow her like a puppy. And he was doing it, even though it wasn’t what he wanted.
Pairings : Hints of Billverly and Reddie, though Bichie is end game.
Warnings : Alcohol/drug abuse, sexy times. Slight Beverly bashing, but only for the purpose of the story. Beverly is my otl, lbr.
AN : Hello, I’m back. I originally wanted this to be a Stozier fic, but Bill ended up fitting better than Stan with what I had planned. WELCOME BACK erry one. If you wish to be tagged in chapters after this one please send me an ask letting me know.
Enjoy!
Graduation night.
The thoughts swirled through his mind that this was the end. The end of high school. The end of his childhood. It was time to move on and become an adult. He had already applied at a billion colleges, but he already knew which one he was accepting the moment he got an acceptance letter.
But honestly, it wasn’t his first choice, or his second, or third, or fourth, even.
It was Beverly’s first choice, for him. She wanted to go off to Harvard and have him follow her like a puppy. And he was doing it, even though it wasn’t what he wanted.
Pairings : Hints of Billverly and Reddie, though Bichie is end game.
Warnings : Alcohol/drug abuse, sexy times. Slight Beverly bashing, but only for the purpose of the story. Beverly is my otl, lbr.
AN : Hello, I’m back. I originally wanted this to be a Stozier fic, but Bill ended up fitting better than Stan with what I had planned. WELCOME BACK erry one. If you wish to be tagged in chapters after this one please send me an ask letting me know.
Enjoy!
Graduation night.
The thoughts swirled through his mind that this was the end. The end of high school. The end of his childhood. It was time to move on and become an adult. He had already applied at a billion colleges, but he already knew which one he was accepting the moment he got an acceptance letter.
But honestly, it wasn’t his first choice, or his second, or third, or fourth, even.
It was Beverly’s first choice, for him. She wanted to go off to Harvard and have him follow her like a puppy. And he was doing it, even though it wasn’t what he wanted.
Pairings : Hints of Billverly and Reddie, though Bichie is end game.
Warnings : Alcohol/drug abuse, sexy times. Slight Beverly bashing, but only for the purpose of the story. Beverly is my otl, lbr.
AN : Hello, I’m back. I originally wanted this to be a Stozier fic, but Bill ended up fitting better than Stan with what I had planned. WELCOME BACK erry one. If you wish to be tagged in chapters after this one please send me an ask letting me know.
Enjoy!
Graduation night.
The thoughts swirled through his mind that this was the end. The end of high school. The end of his childhood. It was time to move on and become an adult. He had already applied at a billion colleges, but he already knew which one he was accepting the moment he got an acceptance letter.
But honestly, it wasn’t his first choice, or his second, or third, or fourth, even.
It was Beverly’s first choice, for him. She wanted to go off to Harvard and have him follow her like a puppy. And he was doing it, even though it wasn’t what he wanted.
this scene just totally felt like it was leading up to a kiss that we didn’t get and i really wanted it so i drew it because i’m my own content provider
Pairings : Hints of Billverly and Reddie, though Bichie is end game.
Warnings : Alcohol/drug abuse, sexy times. Slight Beverly bashing, but only for the purpose of the story. Beverly is my otl, lbr.
AN : Hello, I’m back. I originally wanted this to be a Stozier fic, but Bill ended up fitting better than Stan with what I had planned. WELCOME BACK erry one. If you wish to be tagged in chapters after this one please send me an ask letting me know.
Enjoy!
Graduation night.
The thoughts swirled through his mind that this was the end. The end of high school. The end of his childhood. It was time to move on and become an adult. He had already applied at a billion colleges, but he already knew which one he was accepting the moment he got an acceptance letter.
But honestly, it wasn’t his first choice, or his second, or third, or fourth, even.
It was Beverly’s first choice, for him. She wanted to go off to Harvard and have him follow her like a puppy. And he was doing it, even though it wasn’t what he wanted.
She wanted him near her.
He didn’t blame her.
He was pretty crossfaded at this point, stumbling around the party that was hosted at some girl’s house. His friends were off doing god knows what god knows where, and for the moment he couldn’t care. He was too lost in his thoughts about what he really wanted to do.
Travel.
It was his dream to travel for a while, before having to settle down and think about his degree and how he was going to permanently make money until the day he dies.
But what he wanted didn’t matter.
He finally found the door to the backyard and let himself out into the cool Derry air, sighing in content as the music muffled itself behind the walls of the house. There were a few scattered people in the backyard, but for the most part he would be able to sit and think for a little while.
“Where’s Bev?”
The voice startled him, and he looked up to see Richie standing over him.
Bill sipped his drink.
“Probably off fucking Ben.” He was drunk. He couldn’t bring the will into himself to lie about it.
Richie laughed, definitely thinking it was a joke.
It wasn’t.
Richie plopped down next to him. Their arms touched. Neither of them spoke for a while.
Richie moved, only to clean his glasses.
“Where’s Eddie?” Bill asked, calmly.
Richie only shrugged.
“What? Since when are you not up his ass?” Bill asked, a little teasingly. He was trying to bring the mood up.
Richie shrugged again.
Bill frowned. “Everything okay with you two?”
He nodded. Then shook his head. “Everyone is...so much more invested in our relationship than I even am at this point...I’m just, tired of pretending, you know? I love Eddie, I do, but I feel like we’re being forced together at this point. I didn’t even want to propose to him. I don’t want to be married for a while, I don’t think..”
Bill tilted his head to the side. He knew...none of this.
“You wanna get out of here?” Bill asked him.
Richie nodded.
They both stood, and stumbled away from the party. Their shoulders bumped as they walked, neither one of them having the best balance in the world being drunk and all. But finally they made it to the park. They sat, side by side, on the swing set, lightly brushing their feet on the ground and pushing themselves back and forth.
“So, you’re being forced together?” Bill asked him.
Richie shrugged, “Maybe not in his eyes. But it’s like..everyone ships us. They want us to be together so bad they don’t really care what we want, you know? Or...what I want, at least. Eddie seems to think everything is hunky dory, and I just...I can’t fucking take it anymore. But I can’t leave him because I’ll get bashed for it and bothered for it until the day I die.”
Bill looked at his feet. He had never thought too much into the others relationship with their tiny friend.
“What if you leave Derry?” Bill asked him, “You could break up with him and just...you know, leave. If no one can find you, no one can bother you about it.”
Richie looked at him, “Easier said than done.” He pointed out.
Bill nodded slowly.
“What about you? You said Bev was like... fucking Ben? Is that true?”
Bill closed his eyes for a moment, trying to sort through his thoughts. “She has been for a while. She thinks that I don’t know, but...Ben has even told me. I mean she lies straight to my face about it...” Bill sighed and rubbed his face.
“So why are you with her still?” Richie asked him.
“Because...I don’t know. I keep forgiving her, you know...Like I must not be doing enough to keep her happy..it’s my fault.” Bill told him, looking down at his feet.
“Dude, no! If she’s cheating on you that’s on her.” Richie told him, kicking some dirt in his direction.
Bill reached over and grabbed the chain on the others swing and pulled him closer. “If you leave Eddie, I’ll leave Beverly.”
“Promise?” Richie asked.
“Promise.” Bill breathed softly.
Richie nodded, his lips parting for a moment as he moved slightly closer.
Bill’s drunken, hazy mind didn’t process the fact that Richie was kissing him, until he had fallen off his swing and onto the ground.
“You okay dude?” Richie laughed at him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Bill laughed right back, pulling himself off the ground and swiping at his pants.
It was quiet for a moment, the two of them just staring at each other before Richie spoke again. “Want to come back to my place? My parents wont be home. They went out of town.”
Bill nodded, numbly.
They headed off to Richie’s house, their fingers laced together. A heated excitement was thrumming through both of their bodies, and the moment they stepped through Richie’s front door, Bill had him pinned against the wall, hungrily kissing him.
eddie: UGH i guEss i HAVE to climb on top of him and get in the tiny ass hammock with him and i HAVE to lie over him and make sure he’s touching my leg and i HAVE to be annoying and keep nudging his face with my foot and taking off his glasses and make sure he’s paying attention to me and i just GOTTA smile and stare at him lovingly UGH like i really have no other choice !
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