One shot: Neibolt Stanborough
"Ow, ow, ow, owww..." Bill sat down on the floor, holding his head, which usually hurt. "D-d-damnit-" He whimpered, rubbing the small hole in his forehead.
"Bill?" Stanley peaked over. "You okay?" Stan's body walked over, holding his own head in his hands.
"Yuh-yuh-yeah- Jus-just, another headache..." He muttered. Stan sat next to him, fixing his head back on where it should be.
"Do you need some ice?" He asked. "I can go get it for you. I mean, if Eddie does attack me like a chihuahua..." He grumbled.
"N-No, It's- It's fine..." He sighed and leaned against him. "Thanks..." He muttered, closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry I can't do anything." He grabbed his hand and rubbed it gently.
"N-No, It's fine." He looked at him. "It's m-m-my own fault."
"Since when?? You keep blaming yourself for stuff, even when it's NOT your fault." He frowned.
"Mm idunno..." He muttered quickly. "Jus- Jus how I feel." He looked down, gently chewing at his lip.
Stan and Bill had feelings for eachother, and they were actually very open about them. Rather then Richie and Eddie who just endlessly bicker on and on. Stan understood Bill. Bill understood Stan. They were good together.
"Well, you shouldn't." He said. "Nothing is ever your fault and you keeo blaming yourself. Is it because of Georgie? You know I would punt that little shit in a heartbeat-"
"N-N-no, it's not G-g-Georgie." He said. "He- He's been le-leaving me a-a-alone." He ran his tounge over his sharp teeth. "I d-dunno why. Maybe I-I did something."
"You're doing it again." Stan turned to him and grabbed his face. "I don't blame you for anything." He said sternly. "No one does. Except, maybe, Eddie, but you know he's a peice of shit."
"I-I know..." He looked at him. "I-I-I'm sorry, I just-"
"EyEP- No apologies." He said.
"Bill!" He frowned and sighed. "Look, you did nothing. Your head hurts, and that's not your fault." He rubbed his cheek softly. "Just, get some rest." He pressed a sweet kiss against Bill's forehead and Bill sighed.
"O-okay..." He muttered, leaning against Stanley's chest and closing his eyes. "Okay... I love you..."
"Love you too." Stan muttered, petting his hair as Bill drifted off to a sleepless slumber.