eddie was so excited to finally outgrow his childhood bed. he was eleven, after all, prime time to merge into being one of the ‘big boys’. he’d dreamed of having a bunk bed, or one of those cool racecar beds. but when the delivery men came and dropped off eddie’s brand new bed, his heart fell at the sight of the it. it was much too big for his height, and took up a solid quarter of his room, but eddie’s mother seemed pleased enough at the deal. he stared up at the ceiling, in the oversized shirt he always wore to bed, feeling delicate, feeling small, when richie knocks on his window. richie climbs in, wearing pyjamas of his own, and gets into eddie’s new bed.
“what’re you doing??” richie nestled in, his socked feet touching eddie’s ankle. “testing out your new bed. you’ve been talking about this for weeks, eds. but i already see the problem.” eddie was silent, staring at how comfortable richie looked around the navy blue stripes of his new bedsheets.
“you needed someone here to fill all your empty spaces.”
The contrast between grunge Eddie and more feminine Richie... yes we love that. And like you said people automatically assume that Eddie is the top until they see Richie pull Eddie on to his lap and make him all squirmy and cute
EXACTLY it’s just everyone’s automatic assumption. it only makes sense right guys? richie wears skirts and maybe some crop tops when he’s feeling ˚✧₊⁎festive⁎⁺˳✧༚ while eddie dresses like a Demon with metallica shirts and jeans that are more shreds than pants and he has hella chains and big clunky black combat boots
and when they’re out together there are Those People who are like Well We Know Who The Female Is In That Relationship and sometimes people will hassle richie for wearing a skirt but he doesn’t? fucking? care? they’re comfortable and cute why shouldn’t he wear them? but eddie loses his shit and stomps up to them like Mind Your Business Before I Tap Dance On Your Tiny Testicles so everyone backs off and thinks he’s the aggressive dom
meanwhile richie and eddie slip into a corner booth at a fast food place and richie’s toying with a vibe inside of eddie and telling him he Shouldn’t Talk To People Like That and He Should Let Daddy Take Care Of It and eddie is whining into his hands, his eyeliner smudging around his teary eyes bc it hurts so good and he’s so embarrassed to be out in public like this but his daddy wanted a vibe in him So That’s What Was Gonna Happen bc no matter how soft and feminine richie may be hes eddie’s Daddy
Summary: “Stanley, you have some visitors.” His mother’s soothing voice called out into the dark bedroom. “It’s all your friends.” She explains, opening the door wider to allow light into the room. “Go ahead in… he’s a little… under the weather.” She explains as the losers look into the room before freezing.
Stan was a very precise person when it came to things… so seeing his room in such chaos was… concerning, to say the least. He liked order and that’s what made him the logical mind of their rag-tag bunch of misfits.
“Stan?” Bev was the first one to speak. “What’s going on?” She asked, wanting to run her fingers through his greasy curls, but decided against it.
Stan was staring at the wall in front of him with a blank expression. He wanted to cry… He felt like he should, but there was nothing. No tears or sobbing breathes of sorrow… just a giant hole in his chest that was growing bigger. His throat tightened, making it hard to breathe as his lungs expanded to the max before shakily falling back down.
“St-St-Stan?” Bill asked.
Stan flinched at the feeling of the bed dipping towards the bottom. He knew that it was Bill but his brain was acting like a terrified animal… All he wanted to do was crawl under the bed so they couldn’t see him anymore.
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Stanley Uris
Warning: Contains Depressive Episodes which may be triggering to some readers.
Stan felt numb to everything around him.
From a very young age, Stanley Uris was a boy who never spoke often and didn’t interact much with anyone. It concerned his parents because they were scared something may have been wrong with him. It made school hard for both his parents and Stanley because Stan refused to make friends or try and hide so they couldn’t take him to school.
That all changed in second grade. A young black-haired boy with bandages everywhere stumbled up to Stan and asked if he wanted to play. At first, Stan didn’t want anything to do with the boy, however, he was very persistent and soon followed Stan everywhere. It was rather odd for Stan because he went from hating the young boy named Richie… to missing him greatly when Richie had to miss school.
Stan found himself attached to Richie despite always getting annoyed by Richie’s dumb shenanigans. Richie wasn’t just Stan’s first friend… he was the only person that could get an emotion out of Stan. The young blonde-curly-haired boy craved the feelings that Richie had given him when the other would do literally anything.
Soon the dynamic duo because a trio when William Denbrough weaseled his way into the boys’ space… Not that Stanley really minded, but there was a part of Stan that didn’t like Bill at first. He was scared that Bill was going to take Richie away, but still, Richie was always by Stan’s side. Bill would sit on Stan’s left while Richie was on his right whenever the trio was doing anything from doing school work to outside at recess.
Then came Edward Kaspbrak at the beginning of third grade. The tiny boy was nervous about everything and hated being touched by anyone. However, when he met Bill, Richie, and Stan… his attitude changed slightly. It’s not like he wasn’t still afraid of everything… it’s just… he liked having friends with the other boys.
Stan began to distance himself from the Losers club about three years after the Pennywise incident. Not only was he abandoned by his friends, but he almost was lunch for that dumb flute playing--Off-topic. So… yeah, Stan couldn’t bring himself to be around his friends right now because everyone was dealing with nightmares… He just didn’t want to talk about his.
Stan got into depressive episodes where he wouldn’t move for any reason. His mother merely contacted the school so she could get his homework and wait out the storm. Stanley wouldn’t speak to them anymore and after the entire shit-show of his Bar Mitzvah, his dad wasn’t too keen on speaking to his son either.
“Stanley, you have some visitors.” His mother’s soothing voice called out into the dark bedroom. “It’s all your friends.” She explains, opening the door wider to allow light into the room. “Go ahead in… he’s a little… under the weather.” She explains as the losers look into the room before freezing.
Stan was a very precise person when it came to things… so seeing his room in such chaos was… concerning, to say the least. He liked order and that’s what made him the logical mind of their rag-tag bunch of misfits.
“Stan?” Bev was the first one to speak. “What’s going on?” She asked, wanting to run her fingers through his greasy curls, but decided against it.
Stan was staring at the wall in front of him with a blank expression. He wanted to cry… He felt like he should, but there was nothing. No tears or sobbing breathes of sorrow… just a giant hole in his chest that was growing bigger. His throat tightened, making it hard to breathe as his lungs expanded to the max before shakily falling back down.
“St-St-Stan?” Bill asked.
Stan flinched at the feeling of the bed dipping towards the bottom. He knew that it was Bill but his brain was acting like a terrified animal… All he wanted to do was crawl under the bed so they couldn’t see him anymore.
“I’m here!” Richie’s loud voice boomed. “Sorry, arguing with parents.” He panted before looking to the bed as he froze. “Shit… Stan?” He rushed up as Bill moved back.
“His mom said he’s been like this for almost a week,” Mike comments softly.
“What’s going on with him? Is he sick?” Eddie asked worriedly, glancing from Bev to Bill.
“Why didn’t you talk to me, Stanny? We promised each other to always talk when we got like this.” Richie whispered as Stan’s eyes fluttered before the dull eyes slowly flickered to Richie.
Stan’s mouth opened, but nothing came from his lips.
“Wait, you know what’s wrong with him?” Ben asked before everyone looked at Richie.
“I don’t… I never fully understood what was going on with Stan. But… But we both get these episodes.” Richie explains softly before crawling onto the bed as Stan watched him. “Alright Stan the man, I’m here now. Sorry, it took me so long to realize what was happening. I knew you were fucking distancing yourself on purpose.” He huffs softly, but there were tears in his eyes.
“How do we help him?” Bev asked softly when Stan moved sluggishly before wrapping his arms around Richie and burying his face into Richie’s stomach to take in the scent of… Richie.
What the other Losers don’t know is… Stan and Richie have been dating since they were fifteen so of course, Richie’s scent would be the thing to calm him down.
“Just being here will help. We can’t physically do anything for him. So just… be here. Your presences let him know that we’re here for him.” Richie smiles softly down at Stan who hasn’t moved.
“Yuh-Yuh-You.. Have you fuh-fuh-faced this before with him?” Bill asked quietly.
“Yeah, but he’s taken care of me too. It’s just how we work. Stan calls me a pompous ass every so often and I annoy him with all my amazing jokes! But we both would drop anything when either one gets like this.” He explains. “Also this is the only time Stan likes physical contact from me so.” He shrugs with a gentle grin.
“Rich.” Stan’s voice was hoarse considering it’s been days since he spoke. He winced at the sharp stabbing pain as he looked up to the other boy.
“You need something? Water? Something to eat?” Richie immediately went into the mode he always did whenever Stan got like this.
Stan shook his head before slumping in relief at the feeling of hot, salted tears trickling down his flushed cheeks. Suddenly a sob tears from his throat as the other losers share heartbroken looks before turning back to see Stan bury his face deeper into Richie’s stomach.
“Ssh, it’s okay. You’re so fucking good, Stan. This world is a better place since you came into it… I’m a better person since you came into my life.” He explains while combing his hands through Stan’s hair. “And when you are feeling better we’re gonna go to the Quarry and I’ll let you push me in.” He grins, making the others snort gently.
Stan’s body was shaking violently as heartbreaking sobs escaped his cracked lips. He just wanted to be with Richie right now because this is the safest he’s felt in days and he didn’t want that feeling to go away.
“Can someone get me a wet washcloth?” Richie asked softly, glancing up from Stan as Bev nods before taking Ben with her.
“Is there anything I can do?” Eddie asked quietly to Richie.
“Maybe ask for a glass of water?” Richie offers as Bill and Mike immediately offered to go get it. “Come here, Eds.” He motioned him over when Eddie shifted nervously.
“Would--Is he gonna be okay with that?” Eddie frowns softly.
“When he’s like this… Stan likes to feel safe. So this is how I make him feel safe. Maybe talk to him? You don’t have to touch him… But just be here.” Richie comments as Eddie finally sits on the edge of the bed.
“Hey Stan, I hope you feel better soon. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry you feel this way. I hope you know that all of us are here for you.” Eddie assured, feeling his own tears form. “I know you don’t like talking about it… and I just… I wish you would. I’m so scared for you and it scares me when you stop coming around. We love you so much, Stan… Please remember that.” He begged when Stan turned to face Eddie with a broken expression.
“I’m… I’m sorry.” He croaked out when Eddie shook his head.
“No, no… Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for feeling this way. Please… All I ask is that you talk to us. All of us. You’re our best friend, Stan. We aren’t the Losers club without you.” Eddie whispered as Richie grins gently.
“He’s right you know,” Richie whispered before Stan glanced back to him.
Bev and the others soon returned with the requested items as Richie stood up off the bed, causing Eddie to move so the raven-haired boy could get Stan up. Stan was slowly as he sat up, wincing at the sharp pains in his muscles before Richie helped remove his shirt.
“Let’s get you into some new clothes, huh? You think you can wash yourself up?” Richie asked, but the clouded look in Stan’s eyes told him no. “Okay, that’s okay. Here.” He thanked Bev for the small bucket and cloth before he started to scrub gently at Stan’s face.
“Is there anything we can help with?” Bev asked, leaning against the wall at the foot of Stan’s bed.
“Some new clothes, please?” Richie smiled gently when Stan’s eyes fluttered at the feeling of the cloth running down his face. “How are you feeling?” He asked quietly. He knew that these episodes always made Stan sensitive to loud noises.
“Tired.” Stan supplies as Richie nods.
“That’s okay. We can get you to sleep. First, can you drink something for me?” He took the glass from Mike before offering it out to Stan who slowly took sips from the water. “That’s it. Great, thank you.” He smiles before placing a kiss on Stan’s forehead.
“Here.” Ben offered out some new clothing as Richie glanced at the others.
“Might wanna go wait outside. He needs to completely strip down.” He explains when they all nod before going out of the room.
Eddie lingered for a moment longer, squeezing Stan’s hand before he too joined the others outside the room. It was hard to see Stan this way, but honestly, Richie knew exactly what he was doing… It was strange to see Richie so gentle and quiet in these few moments.
“There you go. All done.” Richie smiles at the sight of a redressed Stan before he threw the dirty clothing into a hamper.
“Richie… Thank you. I’m sorry you--” He was cut off by Richie’s hand on his mouth.
“None of that bullshit, Stan the man. We just had a little bump in the road. Nothing that a little tender love can’t fix.” He flashed a grin before he started to clean up the rest of Stan’s room.
“One of the… One of the scars busted open the other day. And there was so… so much blood.” Stan whispered when Richie looked up to him in shock.
“Jesus, Stan… I’m… I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you come to me?” Richie asked before Stan covered his face.
“You had finally told us that your parents were neglecting you… I… I didn’t want to burden you.” He whispered.
“Dude shut the fuck up! Oh… I’ve never been on the other side of that. Anyway--” He cuts himself off, waving his hands frantically. “You would never burden me, Stan. Never, do you hear me? I don’t give a fuck if I’m on my death bed and you just wanna tell me you stubbed your toe. Fucking tell me! Okay, I’m… I’m your best friend. Lean on me.” He bent down so he could look up at Stan.
“Okay, I… Thank you.” He whispered before glancing down at his hands. He began to pinch at the skin between his thumb and index finger. “I had a panic attack… And… And it was awful. I couldn’t function. I fell into a hole that I couldn’t get out of. It was the worst. I wanted to scream but it was like someone had my throat.” He explains before glancing up to Richie who was watching him.
“Well, looks like they don’t have a hold of your voice anymore.” He whispered before placing his hands on top of Stan’s. “You are a tough fucking cookie. Do you hear me, Staniel? The fucking toughest.” He grins warmly.
“Stay with me.” Stan tugs at him.
“You want me to let the others in first?” He asked before getting cut off by Stan’s lips against his own as he froze. “Uh… That’s a no.” He whispered before kissing him again as Stan chuckled gently.
“Yeah, you probably should. They’re worried about me.” Stan comments quietly.
“They’re worried because they care.” Richie resorts before getting up and opening the door. “Alright losers, get in here and get ready for a nap!” He glances back at Stan who rolled his eyes before laying down again.
The others trailed their way in as Richie flopped down onto Stan’s bed with Stan immediately curled up against him. Bev quirks an eyebrow before noticing that look that the two shared as she grins. Soon all the losers grabbed blankets and pillows from the closet while Richie, Stan, and Eddie shared his bed.
It was a tight squeeze with Stan smooshed in the middle… but he kind of enjoyed that.
Stan’s eyes slowly fluttered open before he noticed Richie already asleep with Stan’s head on his chest. He could feel Eddie behind him with their backs together and for the first time in a long time… he felt at peace with himself… He felt… something.
hey so as much as i Love big masc burly boi richie n small soft feminine pastel boi eddie i have a rlly big soft spot for domtops who dress really soft and subbottoms who dress really grungey so please consider the following:
teen richie taking to wearing skirts. like it was maybe a dare from stan to switch clothes w bev and like the skirt wasn’t really Flattering bc richie and bev are Not the same size but richie liked the feel of billowy fabric around his legs so he buys his own skirt and wears it openly and proudly bc Who Says Boys Can’t Wear Skirts and My Wang Is Too Huge To Be Confined To Pants I Gotta Let Richie Jr Breathe Babey!!
and then teen eddie taking to wearing ripped jeans and these oversized heavy metal band tees just to spite his mom bc for so long she buttoned him up all preppy and prim so eddie steals one of richie’s shirts (that was from like sixth grade so richie couldn’t wear it anymore anyways but it completely swallows eddie) and he buys ripped jeans or he cuts them himself and he drips in chains and just looks like a nightmare and his mom has a mini aneurysm everytime she sees him.
n when eddie and richie come out as a couple to the losers (bc the losers are all accepting we don’t tolerate homophobia here kids) they all Awe That’s Sweet and they watch richie messing with eddie’s chains and purposefully twirl around while eddie’s sitting so his skirt hits eddie in the face and he’s always drooling over how hot eddie looks in rips and chains so in the back of the losers’ minds they’re like Oh Eddie’s The Penetrator
WHEN IN ACTUALLITY richie has eddie like putty in his hands like deadass putty. richie will unhook eddie’s chains and choke him with them or when no one is looking he’ll shove his hand up a rip in eddie’s jeans (richie makes two cuts in every pair of jeans eddie has, one on the front and one on the back of the thigh for easy access) or he’ll make eddie take off everything except the oversized shirt that was richie’s or when richie’s feeling Extra Bastardy he’ll lift up his skirt when no one’s looking and grab his dick mouthing This Is Going In You Tonight at eddie making the poor baby flustered for the rest of the day
Or My Absolute Favorite richie buy lingerie and make eddie wear it under his clothes then in private he’ll trace the lace and silk with a finger through the rips in the jeans growling Such A Rough And Dirty Looking Boy and No One Knows How Pretty And Soft You Really Are or No One Knows How Much Of A Slut You Really Are can you tell i love this concept
Ugh we love an edgy eddie. But an edgy eddie who really loves pretty things, and only dresses punk to spite his mother? God what a vision. I’m just imagining Richie buying eddie all these soft sweatshirts and overalls and of course eddie has his little scowl (which is really a pout but he won’t admit it) and says “I’m not 4, Richie” but as soon as he gets home, eddie is trying on all the pretty clothes and getting all blushy ughhhh
omgomgomg i’m CACKLING imagine eddie dressing all grungy and punk while he’s around his mother but the minute he gets to richie’s house he’s changing into soft pastel pink sweaters and cotton shorts or tennis skirts djdndjndkdndkfnfk the polar opposite of ppl who dress “proper” in front of their parents then change laterdkdmdkmdkd
BUT YES near the beginning of eddie’s punk rebellion not only is he focusing on being spiteful towards sonia but he’s Also wanting to convince the rest of the losers (and essentially the rest of the world) that he’s Tough and Edgy and Hates Soft Things and refuses to Conform and while Some people (notice: Some) are like Wow He’s Tough but from the beginning richie’s like ,,,,,,,sis,,,,, you’re a babie, you’re my babie, sit down before you can’t
your grunge eddie and his relationship with richie gives me jade and beck vibes (with eddie being jade ofc), cause um that one episode where jade said something mean to tori and beck was like "okay time out, go sit on the stairs." beck was such a top ugh
finally someone is noticing where most of my inspiration for grunge eddie/soft richie came from DJDNDJDNDJXCNSM
(the only difference is jade could definitely top anyone she wanted and eddie could Not)
PAUSE power thought time: riley and richie tag-team imitating/kindly mocking eddie.
me finally opening my inbox to answer asks:
but yes riley and richie are The dynamic duo when it comes to teasing eddie. once they get on a roll it’s just shot after shot on eddie’s height, doll like build. it leave the poor boy bright red, slapping their arms and telling them to shut up uwu
Okay but Eli as one of those soft gamer bf, with a pastel layout and Sanrio cups and cute little Japanese snacks. And he has a Nintendo switch that has like a cute soft pastel blue cover. Like an all around soft boy really clashes with Riley's laidback grunge look and Eddie's heavy grunge look/slutty pastel goth look and Richie's colorful thrift store style.
listen i’m such a Slut for super cute boys who are actually Feral. eli with pink cat ear headphones and pastel Sanrio decorations and cute gestures but he does not hesitate to bite chunks out of riley and eddie, grabbing handfuls of their asses.
u do not understand how MUCH I love and ADORE cute boys who are feral and that is exactly what eli is
