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mismatched // part 2

summary: everyone has a mark on their body to lead them to their soulmate. stan doesn’t buy into any of that, but richie is desperately searching for his other half.

a/n: please send in song recs for one shots and tell me what you think of this chapter !! you can read it on ao3 here!

word count: 1457

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8

“Richie, you’re crushing me. I swear I’m going to push you off this bed and laugh when you hit your head.”

“Now that’s just cruel.”

The dark haired boy did move off of Stan a little. He gave Richie a look, but Richie didn’t move anymore. It seemed like Richie was growing so fast that nothing could keep up with him and sadly Stan’s bed happened to be one of the things left in the dust. The bed was pushed up against the wall and Richie was currently half against the wall and half on top of Stan while the other boy laid on his back in the twin size bed. There was no way Richie would sleep with him during a sleepover, Stan decided.

Shifting on the bed, Stan moved to his side to allow Richie more room that was quickly occupied by gangly limbs. However, instead of just filling the room to lay more comfortable, Richie took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Stan and pull him on top of him. “This is better, yeah?” he asked as he settled his hands on Stan’s hips. A small blush rose on Stan’s cheeks and he simply laid his head down without answering.

It had been about a month since the two kissed and whenever they were alone it seemed like that was all they did. Neither seemed to mind it and neither boy seemed to be rushing to put a label on what they were doing. Although, Stan had noticed that Richie was now walking him to classes instead of random girls. It hadn’t been something that Stan thought much about, but if he did actually sit down with it then he would have realized that he didn’t really mind being the person that got most of Richie’s attention. In fact, he didn’t find himself staring much anymore when Richie was with Eddie because Richie walked him home afterwards and Richie stayed at his house.

This was one of those times. Their backpacks lay abandoned in the corner of Stan’s room and while Stan complained that he needed to do his homework he made no moves to get out of Richie’s grasp. He hadn’t mentally set aside time to do his homework for another twenty minutes, so Stan had time before he had to actually get up and shoo Richie away. Arms tightened around Stan and he was pulled from his thoughts as he was reminded of the boy beneath him. With a small smile the boy leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Richie’s lips. Stan moved to deepen the kiss, but Richie pulled away to look Stan over. A pout settled on his lips as he stared back at Richie, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he waited for the other boy to speak, clearly something was on his mind.

“Do you have a soulmark yet?”

“Does it matter?”

He didn’t want to lie, but Stan knew what Richie thought about soulmates. He knew that Richie was searching for someone to complete his life and as badly as Stan wanted to be a part of Richie’s life in that way, he couldn’t complete Richie’s life. Stan wanted Richie to complete his own life, not search for someone else to make it worthwhile. A frown settled on Richie’s lips and he played with Stan’s curls. Typically he would swat away the other’s hand, but it was clear that there was something important going through Richie’s mind.

“I want to find my soulmate and I’m really hoping it’s you.” Richie confessed after a long silence. Stan didn’t push, instead he had rested his head on Richie’s chest and listened to his heartbeat while he waited. It wasn’t what Stan was expecting to hear, but it was still a nice thing for Richie to admit. Neither of them talked much about how they felt about each other. They seemed to just know that they cared deeply for each other in a much different way than they cared for the other losers.

“Well, do you have your soulmark yet?”

Richie huffed and turned his face away from Stan’s. The boy could hear Richie’s heartbeat speed up and he guessed that it was the wrong question to ask. Richie had yet to develop a soulmark, but almost everyone he knew had gotten one. As far as he knew, it was everyone except for Stan. It made him worry that maybe he didn’t have a soulmate, maybe he was destined to be alone. The thought was too much for Richie to handle so he tried to date people who had yet to find their soulmate. Their mark would stand out to Richie and he’d go to bed feeling empty knowing that the person he was spending his time with would move on to the person they were meant to be with soon enough.

The silence was growing to be too heavy for Stan, so he lifted his head and poked at Richie’s sides. “Are you trying to get me to undress you in an attempt to find it?” he teased, tugging at the edge of Richie’s shirt. Richie’s hands went over Stan’s and despite the sad look on his face, there was a smirk present. “You wouldn’t want to mess up your sheets with what we did after.” Richie shot back, wiggling his eyebrows. Stan rolled his eyes and moved up to kiss Richie. “Who said we’d do anything after I looked for your soulmark?” he mumbled when he pulled away. The boys shared a look before they started laughing and Stan moved to climb off of Richie.

“I don’t buy into that soulmate stuff anyway. I don’t think it’s important to find someone to complete you.”

“You don’t want to be with someone who you know is supposed to be with you?”

“I don’t think the universe is that generous.”

“I think the universe would give us at least that.”

“Do you think the universe would make you match me?”

“I hope so.”

Ever since Stan and Richie put an official title on what they were, Stan went through great precaution to make sure that Richie never saw his soulmark. It was a bird etched into his hip as if it was a scar. He had seen who matched his mark, but Stan wasn’t interested in being with that person. Richie was the person who made him happy and turned his insides all mushy, as prepubescent as that sounded. The person that matched with him just didn’t seem to be the right match which only added to Stan’s skepticism of soulmates.

Richie, on the other hand, would be eyeing Stan up and down every chance he got to try and find Stan’s soulmark. If Stan didn’t have one then maybe it would appear soon and Richie’s would, too. Hopefully, their soulmarks would appear the same day and they’d match. They hadn’t said those words yet, but Richie knew he was in love with Stan. Or, at least he thought he was. He had had feelings for the brunet for quite some time and when he found out that they were reciprocated he fully fell head over heels. In his attempts to try and see Stan’s body, he had also pushed for some sexual situations that Stan was quick to shut down.

It wasn’t that Stan didn’t want to go past kissing with Richie, he was just scared of how Richie would react when he saw Stan’s mark. Would he be upset? Would he leave Stan? Stan often wondered if it was ridiculous to be so attached to a boy when he was so adamant about soulmates not being real. Perhaps he was contradicting himself, but he never thought about it enough to come up with an answer for himself.

Richie didn’t complete Stan, it was far from that. There were still plenty of things that Stan struggled with and plenty of things that Richie didn’t help with in Stan’s life. Richie was far from the perfect advocate for birdwatching so Richie never came along. Instead, Bill or Ben would tag along. They would listen and watch quietly, listening intently as Stan pointed out birds. Ben would often sit with Stan’s bird book and try to identify some on his own. Occasionally Beverly would come, but her smoking irritated Stan so he didn’t always tell her when he was going. This also brought up another problem for the couple. Richie’s smoking was irritating for Stan, but he never commented on it because he knew that Richie would stop right away.

Stan didn’t want to be responsible for Richie going through nicotine withdrawal. He also didn’t want to be responsible for Richie’s broken heart, yet he continued this relationship.

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