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I want to be able to create a reunion story with the losers club cast based on gifs from movies they will be in over the years. Ah yes, that will complete my life. now we wait.
I'm gonna at least finish this if this is the last thing I do. A recap, Ben, Richie, Bev, and Stan have all sadly passed away in the timeline. The four of them are buried under the oak three in backyard of their family home. Also Stan is NB in this universe. These are headcannons on what life is like for the remaining three and the next loser to past.
Eleven years pass without Ben, Richie, Bev, and Stan
The house is too quite, a house once filled with laughter and joy
The remaining three losers use a singular bedroom, the offices and other rooms are pretty much ghost towns
There kids come to visit as often as they can, but Bill, Mike, and Eddie find themselves spending the holidays at their kid's homes with them and their grandkids
Spending the holidays at home are too sad ya know?
However they do spend anniversaries and birthdays at graves, reminiscing on time spent and how much they miss them
At this point Bill writes, but he's done publishing books
Eddie is on so many pills, his health hasn't been the greatest
Mike doesn't keep as many animals like he did, but he still has chickens
Their grandkids like them and so it's worth it
The three spend a lot of time together, whether eating out and seeing a movie or staying in to read books in the silence
Sometimes they break out the home movies Bev insisted on filming
They laugh when they see Richie aggravating Stan while they come back with a cold remark, still smirking at Richie
Eddie will punch Bill's shoulder when they see the video of Bev filming Eddie as he applies Band-Aids to Bill and Richie because the two decided to race climb up a tree, getting scratched up the whole way
They'll watch fondly of the video of Stan filming Mike and Bev having a tickle war on the living room floor
Or the video of Ben holding their first son for the first time, Ben unabashedly crying
Or the video of Mike showing their kids how to feed his small collection of barn animals
Or Richie teaching their kids how to bike while Eddie can be spotted in the background holding a first aide kit at the ready
Or Stan teaching their daughter how to play piano
Or Bill having a crafts day with the kids, and he ended up with more marker than the paper did
Or Bev holding all four of their kids in the rocking chair because they all wanted to sit with momma
Nights they watch the home movies ends in tears, but tears of gratitude
Gratitude that they got to spend this life together
Eleven years go by like that when Eddie dies
Eddie had had a lot of health problems in recent years and one day he woke up with a cold
A cold that put him in the hospital later that day
The doctors tried to explain it, but simply, his body was just giving out
Mike and Bill were both with him when he passed
Eddie didn't fear death, if anything he was looking forward to being reunited with his partner he hadn't seen in a long time
Mike and Bill buried him with the others
Yes they both grieved him, but at this point in age, they knew they'd all be together again one day
Warnings: Not too much for this chapter, light cussing
Summary: Bill Denbrough is what you would consider your normal teenage boy.Well accept for one thing, he's a wheelchair user.And now he has to go to public school for the first time since he's been one. He didn't know what to expect from it, but most certainly not falling for the resident Trashmouth, who annoyingly won't stop calling his chair a 'hot rod.'I suck at summaries but I think it's good !
!DISCLAIMER! I am not a wheelchair user and this story is not written out of any malicious intent, it's simply an idea I've been wanting to write for. That being said, if any wheelchair users finds something, ANYTHING, offensive in this story, please comment and let me know. I will promptly change it. This story is written for joy and not to make anyone feel some negative way. With that being said, I hope you enjoy :)
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William Stephen Denbrough would like to consider himself a normal seventeen year old guy. And for the most part he is.He keeps up to date on social media, hangs out with his friends (well, friend, Eddie), and has normal, healthy hobbies.
He’s also an excellent painter and writer. Growing up, his teacher used to boast about his stories, everyone telling him he was sure to grow up into a well published author. As he grew though, his stories got better but they also got darker. A horror writer is what he aspires to be now, finding control over his demons when they’re bled onto paper. His parent’s stop reading his writings after they took a particularly nasty turn, a story about a murderous child eating clown. Bill doesn’t mind too much.
While his writings are dark, his artwork is always filled with life. The desk by his window is filled with portraits and drawings of the world he sees outside his window. Sketches of neighbors walking their dog and kids riding bikes pile share the space on his desk with sketchbooks upon sketchbooks with pages ripped out and haphazardly stuffed back in. Pictures of Georgie with tear stains stay buried in his bottom desk drawer.
In fact, his whole room features everything he needs to cater his interests. Most people his age would consider themselves jealous. The once garage that had since been converted into a spacious room for him, even with a built-in on sweet bathroom. Bill needs a lot of room to get around comfortably, and his parents wasted no expense for his comfort.
A gaming setup featuring a widescreen t.v. and the latest consoles that would have any teenage guy foaming at the mouth is placed in front of his queen size bed. Two whole book cases overflowing with his favorite works. He’s proud to say he’s read every book on them. Twice. An easel with his latest work in progress; his best friend Eddie, fanny pack and all. Jars of paint and finished and unfinished works alike are scattered around it.
His walls mainly adorn posters of famous baseball players. When he was younger he and his dad would play catch and go to baseball games every chance they got. Some of his favorite days as a child was spent cheering on whatever their favorite team of the season was in a hot stadium, right beside his dad. His dad and him had hopes of him becoming a famous baseball player as well. They were always talking and practicing for him to try out for the middle school baseball team, starting early. That was all before.
Yes, Bill was a normal teenage guy with amazing parents who went above and beyond for him.
Except, there was just one small detail.
He was paralyzed from the waist down. Wheelchair bound for the rest of his life.
Well, his doctors would argue with that last part. ‘There’s always a chance!’, he’s heard that statement too many times to count since the accident. There was always going to be a ‘chance’ he’d regain feeling in his legs, but after seven years, Bill doesn’t have any hopes. The only reason Bill still goes to physical therapy is because it would break his mom’s heart if he didn’t at least put on a show of attempting. And after everything she’s been put through, it’s the least he can do.
After the accident, his parents took him out of public school. The accident caused him to miss the last half of sixth grade year, he had no chance to catch up. And because he had other medical complications (his kidney’s hardly work for shit and he’s had four major surgeries on his spinal cord), it was just easier for him to homeschooled. A decision he was perfectly fine with. He still had Eddie.
Eddie was his only source into the outside world. His best friend since kindergarten, the only friend that stuck around after everything, the one who visited him all his countless times he was in the hospital. Who constantly still visits him almost every weekend, and comes over during the week so they can work on school work together.
Homeschooling also allowed him to spend some time with his mom, since she was his ‘teacher’. They endured through grueling math and boring history and science, but they both shared a passion for literature. They’d stay huddled up on the sofa together, pouring over works from Shakespeare to Edgar Allan Poe. His mom’s favorite author, William Golding, was one they spent a lot of time on. He once asked if he was named after the man, to which his mom only laughed.
So yes, he was perfectly fine with being homeschooled, preferred it even. So to say the least, he was a little upset when his dad announced the summer before junior year that he’d be attending Derry Pubic High.
His mom and him tried to fight the decision, but his dad has always been a stubborn man. “A boy his age needs some friends besides his parent’s Sharon.”
“He has Eddie! There’s no need to make him go, he does fine here.”
“Having one friend isn’t necessarily healthy! What if Eddie decides to branch out? Leave him behind in the dust? He’s going to school and that’s the end of discussion.”
His mom could only shoot him a sympathetic look, the damage was done. He would be attending classes in the fall.
Which was fastly approaching. In a week he’d be the new school freak. He can see it now, no one will actually see him , they’ll only see the chair . The school was already making accommodations for him, building in a makeshift ramp by the stairs and putting the special desks in all his classes. Kids only know him as the kid who’s paralyzed with a dead little brother. He’ll be the talk of the school. The kid that had to leave school after his accident. The idea of people oogling him and whispering when he shows up the first day fills him with dread.
Eddie though, he was absolutely ecstatic that Bill was coming to school with him. When Bill first told him about his dad’s decision, Eddie immediately began prattling off.
“It’s not so bad Bill! The kids are shit but there’s a few cool ones I hang out with!”
“Just wait till you meet Mike and Bev! They’re total sweethearts but their relationship is so sweet and soft it’ll make you gag.”
“Oh, there’s also this kid named Ben who’s really good at art too! I’ll introduce him to you.”
“Make sure to bring a pack lunch because the school food is hot fucking garbage and I’m pretty sure the lunch ladies don’t wash their hands. Do you know how gross that is?!”
Bill almost kicked (ha, kicked) him out the door. Almost.
The thing about Eddie is unlike almost everyone else he’s ever come across (besides his parents), Eddie has never just seen the chair . Eddie never looks at him with unfeeling sympathy or that Bill is broken and helpless. That Bill needs to be taken care of. Eddie only ever sees Bill , still looks at him with the same eyes he did on that day on the playground when they were five and Bill punched some kid for bullying Eddie. The punk had actually spit on him and proceeded to laugh with Eddie launched into a panic attack over germs. Bill had no problem putting the kid on his ass, and the two have been inseparable ever since. Despite the chair, Eddie still looks at Bill like he’s some hero. He just hopes Eddie's school friends can see past the chair also.
And Eddie being Eddie, knew Bill was apprehensive about everything. So he had the bright idea to drag Bill to the ice cream parlor the two frequently visit together and introduce him to his boyfriend, Stan. He wanted Bill to be reassured that not only did he have Eddie, but he also had Stan.
Now Bill didn’t have a strong opinion on Stan yet, the two have only been dating for the summer and Bill hadn’t had a chance to meet him, but in all their instagram photos Eddie posts of the two, Eddie’s smile is absolutely radiant. That has to count for something. And so far so good, when Stan met Bill he gave him a firm handshake and discreetly wiped his hand on the side of his pants after. Bill still saw, but didn’t really mind. His hands are rough with calluses, which he tries to avoid by wearing gloves, and always sweaty due to the chair.
And that's how he finds himself observing the two at Eddie and his table, waiting on their orders. Eddie is rambling about something, probably the upcoming school year, while he studies the spoons provided for them. Bill and Eddie have been here multiple times, the owner knows them by heart, so he knows the spoons are clean. But old habits die hard and who is Bill to judge?
He watches as Eddie passes the spoons wordlessly to Stan, who in turn takes out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the spoons down in three consecutive neat circles. He passes the spoons back to Eddie, who inspects them and deems them clean before setting them back down the napkin. That’s when their relationship clicks in his brain, and he’s smiling, happy Eddie has found someone so perfect for him.
“What do you think Big Bill?”
“What d-do I think of whuh-what?” Eddie’s question completely snaps him out his thoughts.
“Of your classes? Eddie tells me you’re taking advanced english?” Stan is smiling warmly at him, over focused on keeping eye contact. Probably not trying to glance at the chair, most people are like that when they first meet him. He prefers this though to the people who only want to talk about his accident and can’t stop looking at the chair.
Bill shakes his head, “Uh yuh-yeah. English was alway muh-my favorite subject with muh-my m-mom.”
“Oh, that’s really sweet, do you know what period you have it? I’m also in advanced English. Maybe we have it together?”
He racks his brain trying to remember, “I’m pruh-pretty sure I have it at t-the beginning of the day.”
“Oh me too!” Stan is smiling brightly at him, obviously pleased with this information. Bill gives him a small smile back.
“Oh you two are no fun. I have Ms. Laterfield for trigonometry first thing in the mornings.” Eddie wrinkles his nose in disgust, lips pulled into a pout.
Stan lightly laughs at him before putting his arms around his shoulders, Eddie’s pout dropping immediately under the arm of his boyfriend. “Don’t envy Bill and I too much, heard through the grapevine that Richie is in that class also.”
“Ugh Richie Tozier. Pretty sure that Trashmouth never shuts up. Nevermind, I’ll take Ms. Laterfield.”
Before Stan can reply, Bill is interjecting, “Ruh-Richie Tozier? Didn’t you d-date him?” He can vaguely recall Eddie dating some guy with that name back in their freshmen year. All he ever did was complain about how loud and obnoxious he was and Bill could never figure out why they were dating in the first place. The relationship didn’t last long if he remembers correctly.
Eddie’s face instantly heats up with embarrassment, “It was almost three years ago Bill! We had nothing in common and the only reason we ‘dated’” he makes finger quotes to prove his emphasis, “was because we were the only out guys in the school at the time. I’d hardly call that mess of a person my boyfriend.”
Stan’s laughing at his outburst and Bill knows for a fact he wouldn’t be able to get away with laughing at him. “Now don’t be too harsh on him, he can be funny once in the blue moon.”
“Yeah when he’s not spewing out garbage.”
“B-but that’s why he’s called the truh-trashmouth right?” He means for his question to come off completely serious, but Stan and Eddie start laughing.
He wants to interject, ask them more about this supposed trashmouth, but the ice creams arrive and they’re still smiling at Bill, the last bit of their laughter dwindling down. So he just shrugs his shoulders and smiles back before digging in. Sending up a silent prayer to whoever’s listening that he can easily make friends like he has with Stan.
This year was going to be interesting to say the least.
A/N: NEW FIC ALERT ! Thank you for reading! It's rated M for mature because I'm not sure if I'm going add smut into later chapters (when the characters are adults) or not. Let me know what you think? Comments give me fuel! Also this story will be updated more after I finally finish my other stories so bare with me on updates...And if you wanna comment any ideas or stories you want to see explored with this premises please let me know !
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Bill and Richie get their ears pierced together at Claire’s and Eddie gets pressed about the sanitation of getting it done at Claire’s. He’s also the only person he trusts to clean their peircings properly everyday and make sure they’re being cared for. Aside from Bev. He trusts Bev. Even if it was her idea for them to get their ears pierced in the first place.
