hiiii can u do a fic of little richie and little eddie with a cg of ur choice
hello!! of course i can <3 i absolutely love stanley so i had to do him as the caregiver hehe,, also, i kinda wrote something fluffy since there weren’t any specifications. i hope that was okay! thank you for the request and i hope you have an awesome day :D
“Alright, guys, I’m ba—”
Stan abruptly paused in the doorway of his room, blinking in surprise at the sight of the two regressors in front of him.
Richie and Eddie had come over to hang out. They happened to be regressed, which was fine, since Stan was more than happy to take care of them. The two were bored, so Stan decided to let them paint.
He’d just sat a few trays of paint out before leaving momentarily to gather some paper.
Clearly, that had not been the smartest decision.
Paint was splattered all over the floor. Richie was already preoccupied, painting a sun above some grass, while Eddie was a bit more hesitant. His fingertips were still wet with paint, though, indicating that some of the paint was his doing.
As soon as Stan walked in, Eddie froze, hurriedly shoving Richie to get him to stop painting on… the literal hardwood floor.
“Stop!” He whispered hushedly, like Stan couldn’t hear him. Richie glanced up, blinking when he saw Stan and sheepishly studying the floor.
Stan— upon getting over the initial shock— chuckled. Luckily, it was fingerpaint, and it was meant for kids. It wouldn’t be hard to get out of a hardwood floor with a little soap and water, which was why he wasn’t worried about it.
“Eddie, it’s alright. You guys can keep painting on the floor, you just have to help clean it up when you’re done,” He said calmly, not wanting to upset either of the regressors. He knelt down in front of them, with a pointed look to Richie. “Still, I would appreciate it if you asked next time.”
Richie frowned.
“‘M sorry, Stannie!” He whined, “Promise I’ll ask!”
Stan nodded in acknowledgment.
“Thank you,” He told him, looking down at the splattered paint on the floor, “…Well, don’t stop on my account. Let’s keep painting.”
Richie laughed, happily dipping his fingers back into the paint tray and working on a new image. Stan thought it was some sort of race car, but he wasn’t sure.
Eddie, on the other hand, appeared to be regressed a little younger, painting shapes and lines in a variety of different colors. Stan resorted to painting a small, orange cat.
The three of them were at it for a while. Richie would periodically exclaim for Stan to look at his painting, to which Stan would always smile, saying it looked nice.
Occasionally, Eddie would struggle to paint something a little more difficult, like a house. Stan would direct him how to do it. He eventually gave in when Eddie made grabby hands at him, and took his hand, guiding it and helping him paint his picture.
After about an hour or so, though, the three of them were pretty much tired of painting.
“Are you both done?” Stan tilted his head, receiving a nod from Eddie and a ‘yeah’ from Richie.
“Okay. I’m going to give you guys some wash cloths, and we’ll see if warm water will wash it off,” He explained, “If not, we’ll just use soap. Alright?”
They both nodded, so Stan stood, bringing the paint trays with him and setting them in the bathroom. He’d wash those later… his father wouldn’t be happy to see a mess.
After retrieving three wash cloths, dampened by some warm water from the bathroom sink, he returned to his room.
He handed them to the two, watching them scrub the paint off the floors and beginning to help them.
Luckily, since the paint was relatively fresh, it wasn’t hard to get off. The only thing left was maybe a few dull colorful stains here and there, but they were unnoticeable unless you knew to look for them. Stan could get those out with soap later.
Right now, the two littles in front of him were looking tired. Eddie’s eyes kept fluttering shut, and then snapping back up, and Richie was yawning continuously.
“I think it’s time for somebody to take a nap,” Stan teased, “C’mon, guys. You can go in my bed.”
Eddie grabbed ahold of Stan’s sleeve, blinking slowly at him.
“You snuggle us?” He murmured, and Richie stared expectantly at him, like he agreed.
Stan paused, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip.
…Oh, how could he saw no to them?
He’d just have to keep an ear out for his father, who wouldn’t be home until late at night. He probably wouldn’t be happy if he saw them…
“Yeah, of course,” He said, walking over to his bed and settling in the middle. Richie and Eddie plopped down on either side of him, snuggling close into his shoulder.
Summary: Eddie (aged up to 16) falls for Stan's sister, which pisses the overprotective Stan clearly off!
Warnings: Language, fluff, insults
Rating: PG-13
A/N: This is just a little throw together - just fluff - of scenarios that could happen if Stan's twin sister is starting to date Eddie. It's for all the Eddie lovers out there.
PS: I will probably use some of this in my big fanfic as flashbacks ;)
PPS: I really dove into some of my teenage memories for this - huh, this was a long time ago ;)
PPPS: I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any spelling errors ;)
"Wow, Eddie, did you finally get some?" Richie snorts, pointing at Eddie's neck.
"What are you talking about, you dickhead?" Eddie whines and pushes his friend off him, who comes closer and inspects his neck.
"What am I talking about? That fucking big hickey on your neck, Eddie Spaghetti!"
"Wait, what?!" he exclaims and touches his neck. He panics and tries to rub it off. His mother will have a heart attack if she sees this.
"That's not how this works, Eds," Richie laughs. "Who was the lucky lady? Or was it a guy?"
"Shut the fuck up, Tozier! That's none of your business."
Now the two have the attention of the others as well. Bill, Stan, and Mike turn to them, and Stan scoffs about his hickey.
"Nice one, Eddie. Come on, tell us. Who was it?" Stan now asks, making Eddie blush. He doesn't want Stan to know that it was, in fact you, his sister.
"No one, and now leave me alone," Eddie grumbles.
"C-c-come on, E-e-Eds. Tell us", now Bill intervenes.
"You don't know her, okay? She's not in our grade." Eddie puts up the collar of his polo and tries to hide it so that the others finally back off.
The Uris family sat at their table, eating dinner. Stan, as always, sat on your right and shoveled the stew into his mouth, which your mother had made.
"So, how did studying with Eddie go today, Y/N?" your mother speaks up, and you look up.
It's still strange for Stan that you are hanging out with one of his best friends, but it's for school.
"It was good, actually. We - we discovered something new today", you tell your mother, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.
Stan's gaze almost immediately rushes to your neck, where he can clearly see a hickey. Just like the one Eddie had. He stares at you as he puts one plus one together and clenches his fist. You look up and into your brother's eyes.
"What are you looking at, moron?" you ask, and Stan still stares at your hickey.
"Y/N, don't call your brother a moron," your dad intervenes, not even looking up from his newspaper.
Stan looks up into your eyes and then back to your neck. You understand quickly, pulling your hair in front of it and averting his gaze.
The following day Stan is still pissed. As he walks up to the school, he tightens his fingers around the straps of his backpack. When he spots Eddie, who is standing there with Ben, Bill, and Richie, he walks straight up to him, throws his bag to the ground, and then pushes Eddie back hard, throwing him on the floor. Of course, the others intervene asap and hold Stan back.
"You fucking bastard!" he yells, and Eddie looks at him irritated, as he looks up at Stan on the ground.
"What is your fucking problem, Stan?" Eddie asks in disbelief.
"Fucking hell, Stan. Not cool", Richie says now, taking his best friend's side and pulling him to his feet.
"I fucking know what you did, Kaspbrak! I know it! She's my fucking sister!" Stan now yells, glaring at Eddie, who just now realizes what Stan is talking about. His feeling gets terrible.
"Stan, I - I can explain..." Eddie stutters.
"Are you for real? You're doing my sister? My baby sister? Out of all people!!" He yells, and Eddie flinches.
"Well... Actually, she's the same age as you, Stan", Eddie tries to convince his friend.
You are, in fact, his twin sister. You are a year younger than Eddie and Stan's other friends and are quite popular. Eddie thinks you have the most beautiful Y/E/C eyes he has ever seen. You never belonged to the losers club and were lucky enough never to have any encounter with Pennywise. Yet.
The other losers only saw you when they were at Stan's house, and Eddie was smitten with you from the beginning. Of course, he would never admit that to the others, or, so help him god, to Stan.
Stan was always overprotective of you and never let anyone get near you. When Richie commented about you getting titties or a "smashing body," he would freak and put him in his place. One could do anything but never joke about his sister.
You joined an advanced history class when you got older and met Eddie. You got along well from the beginning. When you needed to do an assignment together, you often visited his house, or he was at your place.
As the usual "Teenage love story" you studied together, one thing led to another... You found yourselves on your bed, making out.
Flashback
"Holy fucking shit," Eddie murmured as he placed his lips on yours again. He lies on top of you, and his hands roam over your body.
"You okay?" you ask, and he smiles against your lips.
"More than okay."
You two teenagers continue to make out. Then you turn yourselves around and sit on Eddie, taking off your shirt. Eddies eyes grow big as he stares at your bra and your boobs.
"Holy fuck!" he curses, and you have to laugh.
"You are cute, Eddie. You act as if you've never seen a girl in a bra before" you laugh, and he blushes.
You don't know that he never has. He doesn't want you to find out, so he pulls you down and kisses you again. You start kissing down his neck and then suck on it.
It's a natural sensation for Eddie. And then it happens. He feels it between his legs, how the blood is being pumped there.
'Oh god, no! Why does this have to happen now?!' Eddie thinks, and he sincerely hopes that you don't notice.
You push yourself up from him and then look at him quite amused, which makes Eddie blush. His breathing quickens, and he gets nervous. You smile at him and then stroke your hand over his chest to his waistband. You softly rub your fingers inside the waistband, but Eddie stops you.
"Please... don't", he gasps, looking you in the eyes. He is nervous that you think he is a loser, a prude, or something. Or that you will laugh at him for being a virgin.
A soft smile appears on you lips.
"You’re all good, Eddie," you say. "We are only doing what you are comfortable with, I promise. No need to be embarrassed about it."
Eddie looks at you in surprise. He never thought of you reacting the way you just did. When he sees you in school, you always seem so cool and intimating, if Eddie has to be honest, despite you being younger than him. But right here, right now, you seem... Just so sweet, understanding, and gentle.
A flow of adrenalin pumps through Eddie's veins, and he can feel the butterflies starting in his stomach. Fuck, did he just fall for his best friend's sister?
You lean down to kiss him again. "And if you wanna stop this," you say. "Just say the word."
Eddie shakes his head quickly. "N-no," he stutters. "I actually really, really like this."
"Me too, Eddie. Me too."
Flashback end
Richie laughs out loud. "Hah, are you for real Eddie? You fucked Stan's sister?"
"No! I didn't - fuck her! We just... made out a little", Eddie tries to justify himself.
"That doesn't fucking matter! You stay away from her!!" Stan yells, but just then, you step up to them.
"What the fuck is going on here?" you want to know from your brother, which you just saw pushing Eddie back.
"You tell me, Y/N! You're the one screwing one of my best friends!" Stan says, still angry.
Now you sigh, annoyed, and rub your forehead. "Are you fucking serious? You're making a scene because I made out with Eddie? So the fuck what when we did?"
Now Stan looks startled at you. He didn't expect that kind of reaction. "But you-"
"But I what, Stan? I'm 15. That's what normal teenagers do when they are "studying." Don't you get that? No wonder you are in this so-called Loser Club. Just grow up, okay?" you throw at his head. You words kind of sting inside Eddie, too, cause you literally just called them all losers.
"But why him? Why couldn't you just - I don't know - take one of your cool kids or something?" Stan now adds.
Again you sigh, annoyed. "Cause, maybe, if it goes into your tiny brain, I think Eddie is cute."
"You do?" Eddie now asks, surprised.
You turn around to him and smile. "I do, Eddie. I quite enjoy our little study dates, to be honest", you say, and Stan gags.
"You two are just gross!"
"Shut up, Stanley!" you spit at your brother. You turn around, winking at Eddie. "See ya, Eds."
The following few "study" dates between you and Eddie are mostly the same as before. You start studying a little, and then you end up making out with each other. Eddie knows by then that he has fallen hard for you, but he still doesn't know if it's just a game for you or if you feel the same. So this time, he gathers all his courage.
"Y/N?" he asks as you lie on your bed after a wild make-out session.
"Hmm?"
"I was wondering if you..." he starts, turning his head toward you and then clearing his throat. "Um, I was wondering if you, maybe, would like to, um, go on a date, maybe? I mean, on a real date."
You sit up and look at him, surprised. "Eddie? Are you really asking me out?" you ask, and Eddie gets nervous.
"Well, um, m-maybe I do. If you're up for it, of course!"
You smile at him. "Gosh, Stan will freak," you say, bending down to Eddie and pecking his lips. "I'd love to."
"Seriously? Holy fuck!" he exclaims, and his eyes start to glimmer.
"Why are you always so surprised at everything, Eddie?" you ask, amused. "I really like you. Do you think I would make out with you if I wouldn't?"
"I don't know," Eddie says, shrugging.
You sigh and lie down on your bed again. "I know what you might think of me, Eddie. I know what they've been saying about us."
Eddie pops himself up on his elbow. "You have no idea what I think of you, Y/N Uris. Those things they say about you - I think it's just what it is - rumors." He bent down and kisses you again. "And I really like you, too, by the way."
"Just one thing first... I want to talk to Stan about it, if that's okay with you, " you say, and Eddie sighs.
"I would've done that myself, but honestly - he freaks me out!"
That evening you knock on Stan's door.
"What you want?" you hear him say as you open the door slowly.
"Stan? Can I talk to you for a sec?" you ask, and Stan looks up from his comic.
He then sighs and continues reading it. "What's up?" He is still pissed at you for fooling around with his friend.
You close the door behind your back. "It's about Eddie..."
Now you have his attention. He looks back up at you and closes his comic. He angrily bites his lip as he glares at you. "What about him?"
You nervously knead your fingers. "Well... I - I think I'm kinda falling for him, Stanny."
Stan's eyebrows shoot up. "You fucking what?"
You huff and then sit down next to your twin on his bed. "I don't know. It's just... The time I spent with him as of now was really - great. He's a great guy, and he's funny and cute, and he is really good at-"
"Wow, stop! I don't wanna hear this!"
"I was going to say at making me laugh, but okay." Ypou roll her eyes. "He asked me out, you know."
"He did what?" Stan says and shoots up.
"Calm the fuck down, you moron. It's not like he asked me to marry him! It's just a date. But I told him that I wanted to talk to you first. I want you to be okay with it."
"Dad told you not to call me that," Stan mumbles. "But no! Just no, Y/N. Not Eddie. Not one of my best friends. Please!"
You frown. "But, I really like him, Stan. And he likes me, he told me. We wanna try it."
"And what if it backfires, huh? What if you two don't work out, and my friendship with Eddie is ruined because of you? I don't want that. I really don't, Y/N!"
"But... If we don't try... We will be unhappy. Do you want that for us?"
"Jesus Christ, Y/N. You're fucking teenagers! You'll get over it."
You let your head hang and sigh sadly. "You know... I really thought you wanted me to be happy", you say, standing up slowly.
"Y/N -"
"No, I get it, Stan." You walk to the door and open it. Before you step out of his room, you look back at your twin. "I will go on that date, you know. I just would go with a better feeling, you being okay with it. But if it has to be like that, it will."
For a month now, Eddie and you have been dating. But also, for a month now, Stan hasn't talked much to Eddie or you, which was quite hard. But Stan wanted to make his point clear. If his sister and best friend started dating, he doesn't want to be part of it even though he starts to regret it lately. As it seems, you and Eddie go perfectly with each other. Stan always sees the heart eyes Eddie is giving you across the schoolyard and how you always blush and send him a little kiss back.
So Stan made a decision. In recess, he walks over to the little wall, where you sit with Eddie's head in your lap. You two look so happy and are laughing about something when Stan clears his throat next to you.
Eddie shoots up and looks at him. "Stan!" he says nervously.
"Hey guys", Stan says, pressing his lips together and scratching his head. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
Eddie and you exchange a look when you nod.
"Sure", you say, crossing your arms.
"Well, I uh, I wanted to apologize to you guys for-" Stan stops when he realizes his other friends are standing behind him. He quickly looks around and continues then. "I wanted to apologize for being an idiot. I can see now that you two are happy together, and - well - who am I to stand in the way of it."
Eddie and you are both looking at Stan. Then you stand up slowly.
"You mean it?", you ask, and Stan is looking at you and then at Eddie again when he nods.
You take your brother in your arms. "Thank you, Stan. This means so much!" Then you turn back around to Eddie and kiss him.
"Okay, but just - don't do this in front of me!"
Hand in hand, Eddie and you walk through Derry. It's been a year now since the two of you got together. Your relationship couldn't have been any better. Even Eddies mother accepted you, even though it took a long time for Mrs. Kaspbrak to accept the fact that her Eddiebear has a girlfriend now.
As you pass the pharmacy, Greta Keene and her posse are just leaving it. You can feel Eddie's hand tighten.
"Hey Y/N... Are you seriously still dating this hypochondriac little psycho?" she yells after you, making her posse laugh, and you turn around. You sigh and look Greta in the eyes.
"Y/N, you don't need to-" Eddie tries to stop you, but you just shake her head.
"No, Eddie. She can't talk to you like that."
"What? Is little Kaspbrak not man enough to stand up for himself?" Greta scoffs.
"You know what, G? Why don't you just shut the fuck up, huh? Why do you even care if I'm dating him or not?" you ask and put your chin up.
"Who said I did? I was just wondering, did you already man up this virgin, or has his mommy something against it?"
You let go of Eddie's hand and walk up to Greta. You are much smaller than Greta, but you don't care.
"You're one to talk, Greta. Spreading the rumors that you are easy to have yourself, despite being a virgin yourself! Well, I would rather be a known virgin than be one and be called a whore! But then, I mean, who would really wanna fuck you?"
Eddie can see that your speech is everything but pleasant for Greta. Her face turns red, and she clenches her fists.
"That's not true!" she tries to tell her posse, who is mumbling now. Then she turns back to you. "You little slut!" she creams and pushes you back hard, so you fall to the ground and crash with your face to the concrete.
You immediately sit up and Eddie can see that you're bleeding.
"Y/N!" he screams and kneels to you. "Are you okay?"
Greta and her posse are just laughing, making Eddie look at her with the nastiest look he has.
"You are a fucking asshole, Greta!" he hisses. "Just pathetic and - and you are a loser!"
Greta now glares at Eddie and grabs him by the collar.
"You little maggot -" she starts, but at that moment, Mr. Keene, her father, stretches out his head.
"Greta!" he yells, and she lets go of Eddie. "Leave my best customer alone!"
"You're one lucky guy, Kaspbrak! Next time you won't be!"
As Greta and her posse leave, Eddie brings his attention back to you. He rummages in his fanny pack for his disinfectant spray and gauze.
"Shit, Y/N! That looks bad. Do you know how many bacteria there are on the floor? Holy fuck!"
He starts to wipe the blood away. You just look at him, smiling.
"What?" he asks.
"There is the boy I love."
Eddie smiles and pecks your nose before finishing your wound and helping you onto your feet.
"You are lucky to have me, or you would probably die of a-"
"Let me guess... a staph infection?" you laugh, making Eddie laugh too.
"Exactly." He takes your face in his. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. Thank you for letting me be with you."
"I love you too, my hypochondriac sweetheart. Until the end", you whisper back as you kiss passionately.
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↳ 1.2k words
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the drive back to the hotel after everything had happened was the worst part.
richie insisted on driving. he had to be doing something. he couldn’t just sit still and twiddle his thumbs. so instead he chose to drive and y/n easily obliged, letting him do whatever he wanted. that was the least she could let him do after everything.
they had finally beaten pennywise, twenty-seven years after fighting him the first time, though they had lost stanley and eddie in the process. the latter was the one hurting richie the most.
when they were kids, richie and eddie were as thick as thieves. they did everything together. even y/n was surprised by the time they had left derry and didn’t end up getting together. after derry when y/n and richie had found each other again it was sheer luck, and fell in love forgetting about their childhood and derry and eddie kaspbrak. but now it was all different, because eddie was gone and richie was left with the harsh reminder of how much he loved his best friend and how he never got the chance to say it.
the car journey was in silence for the first five minutes. both of them needed to process what had just happened in silence. so much had happened in the past few days they had barely any time to keep up with it all. it was all too much. especially now that eddie was gone. y/n longed to just curl up into a ball and cry for the loss of her friend but she couldn’t do that, because he was richie’s best friend and richie needed her more.
as the silence went on y/n looked over at richie, who had his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on the road in front of him. she watched as his hands slowly started gripping the steering wheel tighter and tighter until his knuckles were white and his hands shook slightly with the force he was holding onto the wheel. one glance up at his face to see his watery bloodshot eyes and y/n sighed softly.
“pull the car over, rich.” she mumbled.
richie glanced at her for a moment, never loosening his hold on the wheel, though he just nodded and looked back through the windscreen as the car slowed to a stop at the side of the road.
it took another minute before richie could peel his hands from the steering wheel, and settled for fisting the sleeves of his jacket instead. and even then he didn’t unclench his jaw. y/n knew him well enough to know that was what richie did to keep from crying.
y/n sighed softly at the sight of her husband, and reached her hand out to gently rest it over the top of his. she stroked her thumb gently across his knuckles, trying to offer any sort of comfort that she could. but realistically what could she do? his best friend, and maybe even the love of his life, had just died. how could she help with that?
“it’s my fault he’s dead.” richie mumbled before she could even attempt to comfort him, and she frowned as she looked up at him.
“richie no,” she breathed out. “no, baby, how could you even-“
“i was the one eddie was saving. i was being dumb as shit and got it’s attention and then eddie had to save me and he died.” he blinked a few times though didn’t lift his eyes from his lap, locking his eyes on their hands.
to her surprise, richie didn’t once raise his voice. she expected him to yell and cry and maybe even scream over the loss of his best friend. but he was quieter than normal, and that was somehow so much worse than if he would yell. she wished he would yell.
his hands were shaking as she gripped onto them and she sighed softly again, her bottom lip trembling as she looked at him. “richie, it wasn’t your fault. eddie thought- we all thought he had killed it.”
richie just sank his teeth into his bottom lip as it started trembling, tears gradually spilling from his waterline. “of course he didn’t kill it,” he whispered. “eddie was a pussy. he couldn’t even kill a normal clown if he tried.” instead of his usual laugh after a joke he tried to smile, but even that seemed so sad and broken he dropped it immediately.
y/n sighed and unbuckled her seatbelt so she could shift a little closer to richie in the car. keeping one hand over his she lifted her free one to her husband’s cheek, gently tilting his head up to look at her. she had nothing else to say that could possibly help him, so she settled with apologising. “i’m so sorry richie,” she whispered, her thumb stroking his cheek as more tears trickled down his face. “i know how much you loved him-“
“i love you.” richie insisted, though y/n only smiled sadly at him.
“i know you do, baby. but you loved him too. i’m not oblivious, i know how you used to feel about him and i know it never completely went away. you just… forgot about it,” she whispered, and richie looked down again as he sniffled quietly. “i know i may never mean to you as much as eddie did, but i’m here for you okay? even if… even if things are different now, between us, i’ll always be here for you. okay?”
richie looked back up at her through teary eyes and nodded shakily, his bottom lip still trembling. “yeah,” he cleared his throat. “thank you.”
y/n squeezed his hand before she let it go to bring her arm around him to let herself lean across the car to hug him. his arms immediately wrapped around her waist as his head tucked against her shoulder, and it wasn’t a moment later that she felt his body shake as the dam broke and he started crying.
“i’m sorry, i’m so so so sorry.” she heard him sob into her shoulder, and she shushed him as she lifted her hand to stroke the back of his head.
“it wasn’t your fault, richie-“
“not that,” he sniffled. “we’re married and i- and eddie- i didn’t- i didn’t know-“ his words were all jumbled and hard to make out as he cried and y/n shushed him again, rocking them the best she could as she leaned across the car towards him, her hand against the back of his head.
“it’s okay,” she whispered, even though her own eyes filled with tears. “it’s okay, rich. we’ll figure it out, okay? we’ll figure it out.”
in no hurry at all to get back to the hotel y/n continued to hold richie close to herself as she let him cry into her neck. she could feel every shake of his body as the cry jumped up through his chest, and held him a little tighter every time. she let her own eyes close and rested her chin against the top of his head as she cradled him close to herself.
after all that had happened, she didn’t want him to blame himself for anything. she just hoped that richie would be okay, however things ended up between them. he just needed to be okay.
Prompt(s): A86. “Because you’re so young.” / B43. “We’re friends, you can tell me anything.” from @swanimagines’s prompt list [xxx]
Summary: Georgie seems too young to know anything about love but that doesn’t mean he can’t be his big brother’s wingman.
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: I’m sorry if this one is a bit different from normal. I’m trying to get back into writing and for some reason I felt out of my element while writing this one.
Your hand swung side to side as you waved back at your friends. Behind you, Bill offered a sheepish smile to his friends, fiddling with the house key in his hand as he walked to the front door. After saying goodbye to your friends, you turned around and followed closely behind Bill, rocking on your heels as he messed with the keys.
A few moments of struggling later, you two were able to step foot in the house. Your shoulders relaxed at the familiar atmosphere. You'd known Bill for a long time since both of you were in kindergarten. His house was not something new to you, you had plenty of playdates as a kid and every summer you would spend practically every weekend in his house.
"(Y/n)!" Georgie came running down the stairs, a wide smile plastered on his face. Your hands shook a little as you extended your arms towards him out of worry. Thinking you were offering a hug, Georgie only ran faster and jumped into your arms as soon as he made it to the entrance.
You let out a surprised noise as you were pushed back a bit from the young boy's strength. It was a bit shocking realizing how much Georgie had grown up.
"Georgie, you scared me," You sighed, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a squeeze. "You shouldn't run down the stairs with socks on."
Georgie separated from you and shook his head, playfully pouting at your scolding. In response, you ruffled his hair, making him laugh.
"Why do you like (Y/n) doing that but not me?" Bill questioned, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Because it's (Y/n)," Georgie simply shrugged before running off into the living room.
"I don't get why he likes you more, I'm his brother," Bill grumbled, sending you a fake glare.
You smiled at him and raised your hand, extending your arm towards Bill's head. "Oh, I'm sorry," You grinned mischievously, "Were you jealous? Did you want me to mess with your hair too?"
Bill's eyes widened as he dodged your hand, feet scurrying into the living room to get away from you. Laughing, you followed him, leaning over the sofa to ruffle his hair. Bill frowned and quickly grabbed the throw pillow sitting on the couch next to him. You didn't get much time to react before he swung the pillow and hit you straight in the face.
You stumbled back, a hand covering the side of your head. Bill dropped the pillow and immediately ran towards you, waving his hands around frantically. "Sorry! I'm sorry I thought you would dodge it!"
You chuckled at your friend and hit his arm, sending him a smile. Bill's shoulders dropped at your gesture and an embarrassed smile replaced his panicked expression.
"(Y/n), are you staying the night?" Georgie asked from the sofa.
"No." Georgie frowned and sunk into the couch slightly. "But I am staying for dinner. I'm leaving when your parents get back."
"Then can we watch a movie before dinner?" Georgie gazed at the two of you with puppy dog eyes.
You smiled at him and looked over at Bill. Bill grumbled and walked off, heading to the basement to grab their box of DVDs.
As Bill took his time searching for the DVDs, you took a seat next to Georgie, relaxing into the cushions of the sofa. When Bill disappeared into the basement, Georgie leaned over to whisper in your ear.
"Why are you being weird around Billy?"
Your heart froze for a second as you struggled to respond. How did his little brother even notice anything?
"Ah, it's nothing..." You responded, keeping your eyes on the TV to avoid eye contact.
"We're friends, you can tell me anything," Georgie added, leaning in front of you so you couldn't avoid his gaze.
"No, I can't."
"Why?"
"Because you're so young," You rolled your eyes, once again reaching out to mess with his hair.
This time, Georgie dodged your hand and shook his head at you. "I'm six," He defended.
"Exactly." Georgie angrily sunk into the couch, turning his head away from you. Sighing, you leaned towards him. "Sorry, Georgie. I will tell you some other time, okay?"
Georgie grumpily turned back, arms crossed in front of his chest. You had to keep yourself from laughing at the resemblance the two brothers had.
"I'm back," Bill announced, closing the basement door with his foot. "Pick the movie, Georgie."
•••
The movie was a bit awkward, to say the least. You sat between the two brothers, Georgie curled into your side as Bill fidgeted next to you every few minutes. Whenever Bill would move closer to you, Georgie would pull you towards him. By the end of the movie, Georgie was practically sat on your lap. Bill had given up, jaw clenched as he stared at the screen. Anyone could tell he was upset. His brother was supposed to be his wingman, after all.
When the credits started rolling, you stretched slightly, trying not to disturb Georgie as he slept.
"I'll order pizza." Bill shot up from the sofa and sped to the kitchen, his face red as he passed by you.
You watched as Bill strode out of the room, obviously not in the greatest mood. You bit your lip as your mind wandered to what your friends told you yesterday.
"You should just tell him," Beverly stated simply as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Wha– no!" You dismissed her idea, "That is not what I should do."
"Come on," Richie rolled his eyes, "As if he'd say no. Big Bill is practically whipped for you."
"That's not true," You shot at him, "Bill only thinks of me as his friend. We've known each other for a long time."
Richie dragged his palm down his face and groaned, tired of your excuses. Beverly shook her head at your words.
"Which is why you should tell him," Eddie joined in, "Bill understands you more than anyone, right?" You nodded. "Then he should understand."
"Ugh," You complained quietly, rubbing your forehead to relieve your headache.
"(Y/n)?"
The quiet voice made you jump slightly. "Yeah?"
"Do you like my brother?"
"Georgie!" Your voice rose, panic beginning to kick in. "Why would you say that?"
Georgie grinned sleepily at your reaction. "Y'know, Bill won't stop talking about you."
Your heart froze for a moment. "Really?"
"Mhm!" Georgie enthusiastically nodded, "I don't really get it, I think girls have cooties."
You looked down at him, noticing he was still curled into your side. "You think I have cooties?" You playfully asked, hands coming to his sides.
"Well, you're a girl, aren't you?"
As soon as he answered, you moved your fingers along his sides, making him squeal.
"Aha!" Georgie started laughing hysterically from your sudden tickle attack.
"Take it back!" You yelled jokingly, your smile widening.
"I'm sorry! You don't have cooties! You don't have cooties!"
"That's what I thought," You chuckled, standing up from the couch.
Georgie took a few seconds to catch his breath. By the time he calmed down, Bill entered the room, looking between the two of you.
"I heard yelling?"
You smiled over at Georgie before turning back to Bill.
"It was nothi–"
"I told (Y/n) you have a crush on her."
Bill's eyes blown wide at his brother's statement. The smile that was on your face disappeared when you processed his words.
"Y-You did w-what?" Bill stuttered, his face turning completely red as he stared at Georgie.
Georgie smiled mischievously as he pointed at you. "And (Y/n) said she has a crush on you too!"
Your throat went dry as your hands shook. You didn't say that, but it wasn't like Georgie was wrong.
"G-Georgie," Bill gritted his teeth, taking steps toward his brother.
"I'm going to my room!" Georgie giggled, running around the couch and sprinting up to his room to avoid his big brother's wrath.
The room was silent when Georgie left, leaving you and Bill alone together.
"Well, this isn't how I expected this to go," You rubbed the back of your head as you tried to swallow down your embarrassment.
"You really like me?" Bill questioned.
You looked at him. Surprisingly, all of the anger he had a few seconds ago disappeared as he stared at you. Instead, it was replaced with longingness and fear.
"I mean," You stumbled with your words, "Yeah, I do like you."
Bill's face once again bloomed red at your words. He coughed nervously and covered the bottom half of his face with his hands.
"I like you too."
Despite how tense the situation was, you laughed at Bill's confession. "I kind of figured that after what Georgie said."
"Shut up," Bill mumbled, hanging his head.
When your laughs died down, Bill rose his head and walked towards you, pushing his lips.
"Do you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?" Bill asked quietly.
"I'd love to," You responded, your chest fluttering at his words. Was this even real?
"Cool," Bill nodded. It was silent for a few more seconds before both of you started to laugh.
"Georgie is really smart for his age," You wiped the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes.
"He can't keep secrets," Bill protested but a wide smile was still on his face.
"Obviously not," You shook your head. "But maybe that's for the best."
he appreciate you, but the most attractive in you for him is your loyality. don't matter how many time he get beaten up from the bowers or getting bullied because of his religion, you never leave his side. and everytime you stand by his side, he falls in love with you more and more.
𝐛 = 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲? 𝐰𝐡𝐲/𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭?)
after the school and the university –yes, of course, but if you don't want them, then that's entirely okay. but now, he don't want to talk about kids, or family, he just wants to live his little dream with you.
𝐜 = 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞?)
stan loves the most when you hug him from behind while he bikes with you. it's even better if you tilt your head to the nape of his neck; the little curls down there strokes your forehead, just like his kisses.
𝐝 = 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞?)
he likes the quiet, peaceful dates. the sunny saturdays, where the two of you just go out, sitting under a tree, reading and eating little biscuits. you make pictures about the birds he likes with your polaroid cam, the instant photo get sticked in his book immediately.
stan fell in love with you in the moment when he saw that you sit right before him in history class. your (h/c) locks before him, and when you turned around to give him a pen -
𝐠 = 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 (𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞? 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨, 𝐡𝐨𝐰?)
he's the most gentle boy you have ever know. not the most pda-ish guy, but at home, in your room, he always gonna stroke your hair at night, or telling you how cute you were today in the t-shirt you bought recently.
𝐡 = 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 (𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬?)
as i told, stan would kiss you rather than hold your hands, but if you're inscure, or just need a fix point, you can always grab his hand and he would squeeze it, i promise you.
𝐢 = 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?)
he met you at first in the library, to search for one books he needs for his tests. you sat there at the table, reading already "the hound of baskervilles", your hair lazily falling in your face, your knees propped up to the edge of the table.
-sorry, can i... can i sit here? -he faltered, grabbing tighter the books he found. you nodded, smiled a little bit.
-one flew over the cuckoo's nest? pretty good book -you commented, pointing with your pen on the title, than leaning back to your own work, leaving him flustered and lovely.
𝐣 = 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 (𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬?)
he don't get jealous easily, he trusts you, so please don't disappoint my little bean )):
besides, if he sees that you're close to richie or bill, stan always have an eye to see, whose hand are where.
you and the losers watched a movie at mike's, during the movie you and stan gave soft strokes on the hand or pinches on each other's thighs non-stop –you lied your head on stan's shoulder, bringing your knees close to your abdomen.
when the movie's over, stan guides you home, carrying your backpack, and at the doorstep, you walk in, whispering a little "wait" to him.
–i forgot something -you mutter, surprisingly pushing your lips to his, quieting his mind and savouring it with love and affection.
𝐥 = 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 '𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭?)
new saturday, new lazy day with stan.
the two of you met on the end of the street, from that point you two can easily go to the fluffy, green field near to the lake. you like these summer days –no school, no responsibilities, only the two of you, a pair of snadwiches from your lovely mom and a good book.
you hold stan's hand while walking to your usual place, the grass slightly appressed from the several days you spent here. when you sit down, you heard stan whisper something.
–did you say something, stan the man?
stan frowns, then shrugging his shoulders, grabbing your hands, kissing your forehead, his tender kiss tingling on the little curls near your temples too.
–i just wanted to say... that i love you. and thank you for being here for me, darling.
laying on your flat roof at night, staring at the starry, dark sky, in the summer. soft rock music playing in the background, your favourites... cuddling with him, giving you the warmth you need, but his hands cold enough to give you the perfect temperature.
–you like this? –he asked quietly, not letting know your parents that the two of you sneak out in 2 am. you snuggle up to his cheek, nuzzling your nose on the curve of his dimple; your eyelashes tickling his soft skin.
–i love it. and you?
–i love it, too –he mumbles, lifting your shoulders a little bit, so now you lay on his chest. –mainly because i am with you, babylove.
and you are freaking happy too –with him, every moment is blissful and dream-like, just like him.
he will do everything to reassure you that you're his love, his princess. you saw a missing piece from the comics you read? he'll slip it into your school-box. he always gonna buy you sweets and chocolate, sweet or salty popcorn or your favourite candy ─not only on your birthday, even when you feeling down or stressed. if stan collect enough courage, he will write little love letters to tuck it in your pocket during studying when you don't pay attention ─just to cause you a small, sweet suprise.
his old matchboxes (𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘴? 𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘸𝘸𝘺)): ), little do you know, but when his mother scolds him to clean up his room a little bit, he find them in one old, dusty shoe-box. stan can play with them for hours, and at the end of the turn-out session you can be sure, that he sneaks a pair from them onto the shelf.
stan is very, very emphatic, he feels immediately if something's wrong or not so right. he would talk with you, give one shoulder to cry on it, kissing and stroking your hair and cheeks ─sometimes he thinks that he can't do nothing, but when you began to snoring calmly, snuggling to his side, he get's a little more satisfied for being a good boyfriend.
𝐭 = 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭?)
mostly about the future, about a better life, you two can involve into a very deep conversation. stan like it very much when you talk about the things you like, your goals, your ideals –to him, you're a very pleasureable person.
𝐮 = 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐱?)
silence. a little bit of loneliness always helps him to purify his messy mind. if the two of you sit beside each other in silence, that's absolutely perfect for stan.
he's proud of your relationship: you two can talk about everything, and always help the other to find a solution, to figure out something to the actual problem.
𝐰 = 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞?)
in his mind, his plans are pretty simple: stan would make you the perfect day in your –going to your favourite town, eating delicious foods, making photos from the two of you (mostly you, but you can't bear the thought to stand alone in all of the pictures; that's so allegoric, isn't it?). then, when the two of you sit on the hood of the car, he gently sneaks his hand into his pocket, gently holding your ring-finger, getting ready with the big speech, waiting for your reaction when you feel the cold stain against your soft skin...
𝐱 = 𝐱𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠?)
tears for fears – everybody wants to rule the world
stan is not the fan of the animals with fur, he mostly want a little, cute bird, or even more of them –but not to cage those little feather-balls, you help him to build a bird feeder with pastell pink walls and heart-shaped entrance. if you want a cat or dog, he doesn't mind it, but don't let them hurt the birdies, please )):
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bill Denbrough/Stanley Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier
Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris, Stan Uris, Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough, William Denbrough, Greta Bowie | Gretta Keene, Sonia Kaspbrak, Maggie Tozier, Andrea Uris, Sharon Denbrough, minor fan character (teacher), Yes Andrea Uris is a lesbian
Summary:
Bill, Stanley, Richie, and Eddie go to prom together and everything that could go wrong does, but in the end, it's all alright.
