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call-me-eds · 1 year

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call-me-eds Masterlist

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Eddie Munson

The Other Woman

You know she means a lot to Eddie, but that doesn’t mean you’re happy about it.

Jasper Avenue (Part 1)

Eddie broke up with you before you went off to school and is still in Hawkins. You’ve been trying to move on from each other, but you’re alone, drunk, with a cell phone, and have his number memorized.

‘tis the damn season (Jasper Avenue Part 2) Winter break is here and you’re back in Hawkins for a month. It didn’t take long for you to run into the person you’ve been trying to forget for the last five months, your ex-boyfriend Eddie.

New Dress

Eddie hears through the grapevine that you want to go on more dates, and he goes into quick action.

Prom Night

You never thought it would be your fault that you couldn’t go to prom with your boyfriend, but Eddie did his part. It was you that messed up.

Girls Freak Me Out

After graduating, Eddie isn’t as in the loop with the Hawkins population, especially when someone new comes to town.

Chivalry Kills *18+

Eddie is a perfect gentleman to everyone, and it makes you feel invisible to him.

Lecture *18+

Wayne walks in on something..unbecoming. He has a special relationship with you, but now all of that is out the window.

Bathtime

Fluff, fluff, fluff with our boy Eddie.

Scare

You help Nancy out in an emergency, it brings back a painful memory, Dustin doesn’t bother to read instructions.

Done Deal

You thought you and Eddie were just enjoying each other’s company, but he takes a step that puts your relationship in more of a gray area.

The Boy is Mine (call-me-eds version)

A romantic night in at the trailer

Steve Harrington

A Family Affair *minor smut

You and Steve finally get a moment alone without your brother.

Second Date

After a disastrous first date, you and Steve give it another go.

Answering Machine

You hesitate to open up to Steve, but when it all gets too much, he can’t bear to see you suffer anymore.

Crush

Almost everyone can tell that Max has a crush on Steve. When he cancels a driving lesson to take you on a date, you think that you can take out 2 birds with one stone.

Friendsgiving *18+

You and Steve try to get through a dinner after crossing a line.

Baby *18+

Snapshots of your relationship with Steve through his most used nickname.

Steddie

Fight

Eddie and Wayne get into a fight, and he goes to Steve for comfort.

Not Today (Reddie)

All Eddie wants is to be an emotional backbone for Richie, who is used to running and hiding from his emotions. He’s trying to learn and be emotionally available to Eddie, but it’s hard to change all at once.

Patience (Stenbrough)

Stan needs help in school. He hates not being the smartest one in the room, he hates having to ask for help, and he hates having to ask for help from his boyfriend.

Know-It-All (Stozier)

Stan knew all there was to know about almost everything. He’s spent almost his entire life trying to pin down just one thing about Richie Tozier, but no one could do that.

Weak (Stenbrough: Fuckboy!Bill)

Fuckboy! Bill has his claws deep in Stan.

Weak Part Two (Stenbrough: Fuckboy!Bill) Stan gets some guts and Bill isn’t sure how to handle it.

Tomorrow (Reddie)

Eddie is leaving for college and Richie can’t quite handle it.

Jewelry (Stozier)

Richie falls in love with piercings and rings while Stan falls in love with him.

Poison (Stanlon)

Getting high has never been so stressful, but then again, everything that Stan did had an edge to it.

Eye On The Ball (Bichie)

Bill tries to cope with his role in his friend group and Richie can’t stand it.

Drive (Reddie)

All Richie has wanted is to have his license and his freedom, and there’s only one thing that might stand in his way.

Yes (Stenbrough)

Stan has had enough of Bill’s heroics and can’t help but put his foot down.

#masterlist #stranger things #it #it 2017 #it 2019 #it stephen king #reddie #stenbrough #stozier #stanlon #bichie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic #making this so links work on mobile!!!!!!

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loverkasp · 10 months

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does ANYBODY else remember that losers club college au where they were all at art school

#pairings were reddie stanlon and bill/ben #and beverly was gay #i cant remember what it was called help #the losers club #reddie #fics #it (2017)#it chapter 2 #methinks

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veganmikehanlon · 4 months

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a lil halloween action

#stanlon #mowrites #the losers club #it fic

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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i would like to hear about the history of stenbrough as a ship bc as someone who left the fandom after like two months in 2017 (<- book fan curse) i am INVESTED

Say no more *cracks knuckles*

Disclaimer: Please do not take everything I say as fact, this is just my interpretation of the ship's history through out this fandom from my perspective

Okay so let's start at the very release of the 2017 movie. There were four ships out the gate and they may surprise some people, but they were Reddie (which would quickly become the main ship runner), Bichie, and Stanlon. Billverly was a strong contender but it was quickly overshadowed by Benverly once Movie fans were made aware by Book fans that they were endgame in canon. Notice how I didn't mention Stenbrough?

I'm not saying people didn't ship it after the movie came out but it couldn't compete with Bichie or Stanlon in those first few crucial weeks. Stanlon eventually died down the level of popularity that Stenbrough was at during this time but Bichie still ran strong for a good while until eventually losing popularity the more popular Reddie got. Which brings us right into the the It fandom of early 2018.

So if Bichie was losing popularity, what do we do with Bill? Who does he smooch? Oh what about Stan? They had some romantic chemistry right? - A reddie fic writer (probably)

Stenbrough really got its popularity from being a background ship for reddie fics. I can't say why Reddie writers choose this ship more over Stanlon, maybe they actually just shipped them or maybe it had something to do with wanting to just write the core four? This is also around the time the *bad* trend came about of just disregarding Mike, Bev, and Ben, or giving them like two lines- or their tropes. Ya know, Mike the only single Loser, Ben just being Bev's Bf, and Bev being a fangirl for a core four pair.

Anyways- I need to mention this even though it makes me uncomfortable bc it was such a dark time in the It fandom that Ik we all try to forget but we can't deny it happened. Remember fack? Which did fuel the reddie ship for a couple of weirdos? Same was happening- on a smaller scale- with Jyatt. Plz someone I am literally grimacing I hate this so much. Some weirdos went "Jaeden and Wyatt are best friends in irl so now i'm going to ship them" which boiled over into Stenbrough.

OKAY MOVING ON into something so much nicer, the Stenbrough renaissance 🥰🥰

From like mid 2018 to 2019 there were so many good Stenbrough fics. Stenbrough had become popular enough to stand on its own as a ship. And I'm not saying that good fics that were solely stenbrough based weren't coming out before this, this was just when we saw a big boom of them. Also at this point in the fandom, especially late 2018 to early 2019, the fandom had died down a little. I actually took a bit of a break from the it fandom during this period. But bc the fandom had died down during those few months, other ships had some room to breathe besides Reddie, one's like Bichie and Steddie, Stanverly, Poly Losers, but mainly Stenbrough. I would dare say at this point some shippers were Reddied out (they didn't know what was coming with that 2019 movie, the resurgence) so Stenbrough was honestly, very popular.

Now let's get to the 2019 movie. Reddie once again, took its place right back on top, there was a resurgence in the It fandom. I- foolishly- went into the 2019 movie hoping to see more Bichie content that would fuel my headcannons bc I was not yet a stenbrough shipper. Still didn't change after the 2019 movie.

So the ships this time around concerning Bill and Stan were a lil different. Stanpat had more of a bearing- albeit usually always as a background ship- but Hanbrough became extremely popular. Kind of a switch from the 2017 movie with Stanlon. So honestly while Stenbrough did grow after this movie, I would argue that growth was kinda stunted by Hanbrough- which I can't say I'm mad about, that's an awesome ship as well.

And yeah Stenbrough ship held on for a while after the 2019 movie and we were still getting good fics and works for it, but I think the reason it held on for so long was because Idk- a major world event happened or something and people suddenly had more free time. Am I saying covid affect the It fandom? Abso-fucking-lutely. That's when i started writing fanfic for Stenbrough.

When did I start shipping Stenbrough? It was a mixture of being home during the pandemic and reading fics from the Stenbrough renaissance. Whoops.

Which just brings us to now bc from late 2020 to now in 2023 it's pretty much the same. Stenbrough is technically a dead ship. People still enjoy it and good fics still get written for it, but it doesn't even brush the height of it's once popularity and it never will again. Kinda depressing but I don't let it bother me too much. I'm still going to be the fool who pushes out content for it 🤷🏻

#thank you anon for encouraging my nonsense #plz anyone add to this or correct me if you have a different opinion #also anon you've peaked my curiosity the book fan curse #sam answers asks #it 2017 #it 2019 #stenbrough #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #mike hanlon #stanley uris #ben hanscom

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itnewsletter · 1 year

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Issue #6

Thursday, April 6th - missed in Issue #5:

Fanart

[x] reddie by @death2toby

Friday, April 7th:

Fanart

[x] reddie by @noodles-and-tea

[x] reddie by @horov

[x] reddy by @horov

[x] reddie by @dollarstoreartsupplies

[x] richie & pennywise by @snowls-yt

[x] reddie by SmshMouthTozier on Twitter

[x] reddie by emokissrr on Twitter

[x] reddie by @death2toby

Fanfic

[you’re more then just my bestfriend] benverly by cherriskye on AO3

[Nursing a Crush] reddie by @vodka-rocks-and-a-piece-of-toast

Merch

[x] pennywise bat stuffy by @strangelittlegarden

Recs

[x] reddie fic by @the-losers-are-still-losing

Saturday, April 8th:

Edits

[x] pennywise Barbie poster by @mashedraw

[x] reddie Barbie posters by @ur-friendly-neighbourhood-queer

Fanart

[x] the losers club by @alyxdrawsthings

[x] richie tozier by owobergine on Twitter

[x] richie tozier by Garfy_poor on Twitter

[x] reddie by FnofuS on Twitter

[x] reddie by emokissrr on Twitter

[x] richie tozier by HaderSweetie on Twitter

Fanfic

[everything you feel is good] reddie by deanlosechester on AO3

[Kick the bucket] reddie by @xavierlynn1998

[so what am i so afraid of?] reddie by getsalami on AO3

[Everywhere for you.] stenbrough by orphan_account on AO3

Memes

[x] the losers club "don't fuck this up" by @reddie-as-ill-ever-be

Roleplay Ads

[x] henpat 18+ by @kaijukomrade

Sunday, April 9th:

Fanart

[x] richie tozier by @protecttherealmcrystal

[x] pennywise by @jamie-tyndall-ffa

[x] reddie by @lordkalsiferdraws

[x] reddie by @thatonepannoah

[x] stanlon by @meenaisstuck

[x] reddie by @liz-freemen

[x] reddie by @noodles-and-tea

[x] richie tozier by @noodles-and-tea

[x] richie tozier by @p0etic-l0ser

[x] main four by @fruity-cleric

Fanfic

[Ghosts] reddie by @eddiesasspbrak

[Flowers for you 🌹] bichie by I_dont_know_what_am_making on AO3

[Love language] reddie by Tozierzz on AO3

[My inter-dimensional bride] pennyjuice by JackDenbrough on AO3

[When Will You Be Back?] stenbrough by The_Buggs_Brain on AO3

[When I'm with you] reddie by ThePeterForHerGwen on AO3

[I'm With You(Because I Love You)] reddie by iggy1256 on AO3

[Ethics 101] reddie by strangertwentypanic on AO3

Polls

[x] Who Would Believe In Santa And The Easter Bunny The Longest? by @antisociallilbrat

Monday, April 10th:

Edits

[x] pennywise wallpaper by Spillthecrazy on Twitter

Fanimatic

[x] reddie by @von-leg

Fanart

[x] the losers club by @sm0kingcrack

[x] eddie kaspbrak by @you-are-braver-than-you-think

[x] reddie by @lordkalsiferdraws

[x] twheelzier by @mrhalloween2ficpage

[x] reddie by viagox on Twitter

[x] richie tozier by snaalfoss on Twitter

[x] ben & stanley by @whatthefuckisasweep

[x] reddie by etsukopersonal on Twitter

[x] ben & richie by @noodles-and-tea

Fanfic

[If the World is Still Around Tomorrow] stenbrough by treluvd on AO3

[Unpredicted Soulmates] bichie by Blimmp on AO3

[put your ear on this coochie, hear this ocean sound] reddie by @gigglesnortbangdead

[Summer of Chaos] reddie by Mushroom_ace on AO3

[Friend With Brown Hair] reddie by pinkcash on AO3

[If You Were Here (And I Wish You Were)] reddie by BeepBeepSunny on AO3

Memes

[x] reddie by @neibolt-house

Merch

[x] pennywise mask by cosplaycrewco on Twitter

#it 2017 #it 2019 #stephen king's it #it #it newsletter #newsletter #april 2023 #april 06 #april 07 #april 08 #april 09 #april 10 #long post

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sandcrdriesens · 5 years

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okay so i have a prompt idea,, it’s like that scene in love simon where simon comes out in the car,, BUT it’s stan coming out to mike in a car

BETH !!! ALWAYS THE INTELLECTUAL !!!! i love this, i hope you do too !!! 💌🦋🧚‍♀️

“Honestly,” Mike starts, his voice raspy ‘n’ soft, “Richie used to annoyed the crap outta but me but he’s actually kinda a cool person,” he nods.

Stan nods in agreement before he clears his throat, “Actually I’ve been meanin’ to talk about you, about the, uh, thing you said back at the Waffle House about your parents? What happened with that? You don’t gotta tell me of course I’m just.. I’m really curious,” he chuckles.

Mike hesitates but opens his mouth, “Oh uhm... I don’t like to talk about it a lot ‘cause it... I guess it messes with my image? But with all that happened with them I guess.. I don’t believe in love anymore,” he exhales deeply.

“C’mon... you still believe in love! Right?” Stan says, his voice laced with kindness as it usually is when he talks to Mike alone.

“Maybe... have you ever been in love?” Stan can’t sense the hurt in his voice, as Mike is scared he’ll talk ‘bout someone ‘n’ make him feel all jealous.

Nonetheless, Stan’s breath hitches. Yeah, with you, he says to himself in his head. He pulls over the car quickly, ‘n’ puts on his blinkers.

After a coupla moments of silence, Mike finally perks up by placin’ his hand softly on Stan’s shoulder, “Stan? What’s up?”

Stan keeps his eyes on the steering wheel, “Mike?”

Mike frowns, with the face of someone worried, “Yeah?”

“I’m bi,” he closes his eyes tightly, afraid of Mike leavin’ him, or sayin’ somethin’ against him.

Mike smiles warmly at him, squeezin’ his arm, “Oh.”

He finally opens his eyes to look at Mike, as beautiful as after. He takes in a deep breath, before takin’ a leap of faith, “But.. there’s a catch.”

Mike tilts his head, which causes Stan to melt, “Oh?”

“I’m in love with you,” Mike eyes widen, so Stan looks away, “I’m sorry.”

Mike bites his lip ‘n’ slowly places his soft hands on Stan’s faintly freckled cheeks, “Stan, look at me.”

And he does, ever so slowly, as if time is slowed down. His lips quiver.

”I’m in love with you, too. I’m so glad you trusted me enough to tell me first, I love you,” he quickly places a kiss to his nose before softly sayin’, “‘n’ I’m pansexual.”

”Please.. tell me you’re not fuckin’ with me?” A tear slowly falls down his flushed cheeks.

Mike wipes that very same tear, “Never.”

Stan exhales, before leanin’ in to kiss the love of his life.

#stanlon #stanlon fic #stanlon prompt #stanley uris #mike hanlon #the losers club #love simon au #richie tozier #sushi writes

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reddiess · 5 years

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Take this flower

this fic was written for the IT 2 Fic Exchange! @it2ficexchange

this is for @midnightmillie - i’m sorry for the slight delay hun, i hope you enjoy this fic! i went for a fluffy, feelgood Stanlon story, i really hope you’ll like it ^^

this is a No Pennywise AU because how else would it be 100% fluff amirite

(also, this was over 3k words but after having it beta-read, i edited some things out so it was clearer and more readable. so in the end it became a little short of 3k. i hope that’s okay)

also available on AO3

TAKE THIS FLOWER

Voices of a couple hundred students can be heard from outside, the shut bathroom window filtering the noise to a background hum. Only the stall on the far right is occupied, the only one where you can actually shut the door without holding on to it. The boy inside is sitting with his feet propped up against the door, phone in hand; hiding. He is just about to finish a chapter in his book when the door swings open and bangs against the wall, loud footsteps marching into the boys’ bathroom.

“Mike Hanlon, are you in here?” an all too familiar voice bellows, followed by a laugh.

“Damn it!” Mike’s book smashes into the tile floor. “Scream a little louder will ya, I don’t think the principal outside heard you,” he says. Some days he is still startled by the volume his friend is capable of reaching. There are no signs of damage on his book, thank God, because if there were he would honestly think about choking Richie Tozier.

He pushes the door open to reveal said friend, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

“Were you taking a dump?”

“No you idiot, I needed some peace and quiet, and to be away from you” he answers without missing a beat. That’s not really the case but Richie doesn’t need to know that. Thankfully, he leaves the topic alone, punching Mike in the shoulder instead.

“Alright, ready to graduate?”

A deep sigh leaves him as they turn to the door. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

In fact, graduating is not the problem. No, the problem itself is that however fast and strong Mike gets, Henry Bowers will always be faster and stronger, due to the fact that Henry is a psychopath and doesn’t hold back once he gets a hold of you. He’s been after Mike for weeks now and Mike… he doesn’t want a problem. He doesn’t want to have a confrontation – that’s why he bolted to the bathroom once he caught sight of Henry on the bleachers.

“He shouldn’t even be here,” Bill comments once they take their spots in the school gym, glaring at Henry from the corner of his eye. “He doesn’t go here anymore.”

Mike hangs his head. “He’ll never leave me alone.”

Richie plops down next to them, adjusting his glasses with a grin. “It’s okay, there’s seven of us and only one of him. I wonder where those dumb friends of him went.”

“Let’s get this over with and not talk about them, okay?” Stan interrupts. He squeezes Mike’s arm with a reassuring smile. “He won’t even get close to you. We’ll meet you at yours tonight and forget about all of this, okay?”

Mike looks up at him and hopes the adoration in his eyes can be mistaken for gratefulness. Stanley looks handsome today, even more so than he normally does, now that he’s all dressed up.

“Okay,” Mike agrees, feeling his cheeks heat up under Stan’s gaze. The hint of a smile creeps onto his face at the sight of all his friends. He’s grateful to have them.

“Dude, what’s up with all the flowers?” is the first thing Richie booms when they arrive at Mike’s place for the first time in, well, years. They usually hang out at Bill’s or Ben’s, since their parents are… normal. As in, more normal than all the others’ folks. It’s been standard for years now that if they’re not out anywhere they can be found at either Ben’s or Bill’s - however, the Hanlon’s property is pretty big and is great for starting a campfire and sleeping in tents.

Mike feels himself blushing, but answers honestly. “I like flowers.”

As they’re setting up the tents, Richie is still going on about them, as if it’s weird that he has so many but Mike… well, he really does like flowers. Should he be ashamed?

It hasn’t always been this way at all, by the way. When he found lilies growing in the yard he didn’t think anything of them but there were more and more of them every time he walked by, so he started tending to them. Before he knew it, he was buying all kinds of different flower seeds on the market and planting them, watering them every day, watching them grow into beautiful, colorful flowers.

He likes that each of them is unique and he likes that they all have different meanings to them. They have a language entirely of their own which is fascinating to Mike. He remembers spending night after night buried in his (well, his late mother’s) book learning about the things each flower represents and feeling like he has a special bond to them. They’re little, and maybe they’re just flowers, but they’re important to him.

Stan steps beside him when he finishes up with one of the tents. “I like the flowers. They’re very pretty.”

At that moment, Mike’s heart feels almost as soft as Stanley’s voice.

“The carnations,” he points to them. “They’re my favorite.”

“You have them in pretty much every color, don’t you?” Beverly calls from behind them. Her hair is getting longer again. It’s pretty.

“Striped ones, even,” Stanley answers. His hair is also getting quite long. It’s even prettier than Beverly’s.

Mike steps forward and picks two of the carnations - he hands a white one to Beverly and a red one to Stanley.

“Thanks for not making fun of them,” he says, smiling.

Beverly gazes at the flowers, and the knowing look in her eyes is more comforting than anything else.

Red carnations may be Mike’s favorite flower, but he has a lot more which remind him of his friends.

The irises remind him of Bill and the friendship they have - it’s a unique bond he doesn’t share with any of the other losers.

In his head, he associates the yellow roses with Ben’s always cheerful face. The boy is too nice for his own good; an honest friend.

Richie is a dandelion as he is - always happy. Always faithful.

The most fitting flower for Beverly is amaryllis. She is the most beautiful woman Mike has ever seen, and even if he’s not attracted to women, he can still appreciate beauty.

When Mike thinks of Eddie, he thinks of an aster flower, patient if needed, caring and sensitive. Elegant, even, if he needs to be.

And Stan is… well. Stan is a red carnation. He used to be something else, something that Mike can’t even remember anymore, ever since he admitted to himself that the feelings he gets when he looks at Stanley are not purely affection, not a crush, but something more.

Something deeper.

He won’t lie, it does hurt sometimes to know that Stanley will never return his feelings. Sometimes he takes all of the withered flowers from the yard and mourns a love that never bloomed.

When he finds pink camellias in his mailbox a week or so later, he doesn’t know what to make of it. The summer Sun is beating down on him, beads of sweat forming on his temples, and he can’t remember if he put those flowers there or if they’re there by accident. There is no card or anything, just the flowers, tied together with an ordinary piece of yarn.

Maybe they weren’t meant for him. Surely they weren’t.

He still puts them in water and takes care of them until they wither away because they’re pretty and they’re flowers and they deserve to be appreciated like any other.

Over the next couple of weeks, Mike receives various kinds of flowers in his mailbox. A single lavender rose which makes his heart beat faster. He knows what it means and maybe that’s why he refuses to believe it was intended for him; still, whenever he catches sight of it he can’t help but think about what-ifs and could-it-bes.

A couple of yellow tulips that shouldn’t even be blooming this month, as far as Mike knows. He has no idea where this mystery person could have gotten them from. They’re as delicate as they are cheerful. Mike cherishes them as long as he can.

Then one time, just after his friends leave after spending a day in the Sun, he discovers sweet pea flowers tucked away in the mailbox - there is a piece of paper attached this time.

“Open your heart and I shall open mine.” It reads.

Mike shakes his head in confusion. Who could it be from? Does he have a secret admirer? Is it someone from school?

Or maybe Richie is messing with him since he found the flowers so funny in the first place.

He takes the flowers up to his room, puts them in water as he always does. As he goes over the single sentence on the card again, he realizes there is something on the other side as well.

An address; one that Mike knows well. It’s a café he frequents in Derry, normally when he is studying or is out with the losers. And something else:

Meet me here at 1 PM on Tuesday?

Mike’s heart starts beating faster. For the first time since he started receiving the flowers, he thinks of Henry Bowers. Could he be behind all of this? Mike wouldn’t put it past Henry to observe him and use his interests against him. Could it be that Henry planned this so he can humiliate Mike?

Maybe it wouldn’t be such a wise choice to show up – just in case it does turn out to be a prank.

Still, he decides to go.

The café is pretty busy for a Tuesday, but considering that it is the summer it is understandable that so many locals would indulge in an iced coffee or a slice of cheesecake. As Mike steps inside, his eyes scan the tables – there is no one he knows, save for the old ladies in the corner who work in the library. He doubts they are the ones who asked to meet him here.

He looks up at the clock – it is 12:54. Maybe he has a bit of time left before his secret admirer, or potential tormenter in the case of Henry Bowers, arrives. He stands in line and asks for a plain iced latte, dropping some change in the tip jar while the server busies himself with his order.

He takes a seat at one of the only empty booths and sips on his coffee, feeling like he might be stood up since it is 10 past one now.

Then the bell chimes and a boy with a red carnation walks in.

Mike’s breath catches in his throat.

“…Stanley?” he breathes, suddenly lightheaded. He feels excited and he feels like he might pass out, all at the same time.

Stan walks over quickly, but to Mike it feels like the world has entered a slow-motion state. He looks nervous, albeit still handsome. He offers the flower to Mike hesitantly, as if he’s afraid he will get rejected (which is just ridiculous – who would ever think to reject Stanley Uris?, Mike thinks).

He takes the flower with a shaking hand.

“I brought this for you,” Stanley explains, taking a seat opposite from Mike. “You gave me one, and I didn’t get it at first but Beverly… helped me understand, what a red carnation means. And what it must have meant to you, to hand me one but another color to her,” he rambles. “Unless this is a misunderstanding, and you were just being nice. And a good friend. Because in that case we can forget any of this ever happened—”

“Stan.” Mike interrupts him before he can go on any longer. “I gave you that flower because I was afraid to tell you how I feel. I didn’t think you’d find out what it meant… and I never meant to make you uncomfortable or anything… I didn’t actually want you to find out.”

An uncomfortable silence stretches between them. Mike fears he has said too much; he’s still partly convinced this is only a prank, that Richie is going to jump out from behind the booth any moment now, and he will be banished from the Loser’s club. Stan looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than here, and Mike feels sorry for him; of course he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Please don’t feel like I’m pressuring you,” Mike speaks up when he can’t take it anymore. “Thank you for the flower, I appreciate it, I really do. But don’t feel like you need to pity me just because I’m… just because I have a crush on you.”

Stan still looks confused, and his silence is more than enough as an answer for Mike.

“I guess…” he stands up. “I guess I’m leaving then.”

He all but bolts out the door, desperate to run from this conversation, run away from Stanley’s confused face, from the look in his eyes. He doesn’t get far before Stan catches up to him, still holding the carnation in one hand, the other grabbing onto Mike’s arm.

“Stop,” he wheezes. “Mike, stop.”

Stanley holds out the flower again.

“I like you too. Mike, I’ve had a crush on you since, like— since I found out what a crush even was.”

Mike would find that hard to believe but Stan… he knows Stan. He knows the man standing in front of him would never deceive him. Never lie to him. They’ve been there for each other ever since they were children, way before Mike started having feelings for Stanley, way before he first thought of him as attractive or beautiful.

But boy, is he beautiful.

As they stand under the rays of the Sun beating down, Stan looks even more gorgeous than normal. Ethereal. His hair is golden and his sun-kissed skin is flushed pink, reminding Mike of all kinds of flowers and none at the same time.

Because at that moment, Stanley Uris is a thousand times more beautiful than any flower.

Mike takes the carnation with a smile.

And he takes a lot more than that.

Days later, he takes Stan’s hand in his own and smiles behind his blush.

Weeks later, he takes Richie’s teasing comments when he finds out his two friends are a couple, and he takes them with pride. He cherishes all the reassurance and acceptance all of their friends offer them – even Richie, in his own weird way.

Months later, he takes Stan on a trip he’s been saving for even before he started working. They go sightseeing and visit restaurants that offer food Mike has never heard of, and at night when they are back in their hotel room, happy and sated and in love, Mike takes everything Stanley offers to him, their bodies and souls united for the first time.

Years later, he takes Stan to an evening out, just like any other date they would normally go on these days. The world is much different now than it was back then – some things changed for the worse and a lot of them for the better. People accept love as it is, for the most part, no matter who your love might be. Gay people have rights now.

Mike’s life has definitely been changed for the better, not only because of the growing acceptance but also because he’s had Stanley at his side the whole time.

They’ve built a life together Mike never wants to let go of, so he plans on taking the step he has been dwelling on for months now. As the main course arrives, he takes Stan’s hand, caressing the back of it with a thumb, and no one around them even bats an eyelash. If they do, well, Mike is too in love to notice them. They carry on their conversation as they normally would throughout the course of the meal, and Stan has no idea there is a box with a ring inside, tucked away securely in Mike’s pocket.

When the time comes to take Stanley Uris as his lawfully wedded husband, he hands Mike a red carnation, just like he did in that café all those years ago, just like Mike did in his backyard even before that. He can hear Beverly crying in the front row, and he can see all his friends’ smiles from the corner of his eye. Even Richie Tozier has found it in himself to shut his mouth for once.

Mike takes the flower with a teary smile and a full heart, and tries not to cry when he says yes.

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reddiesetandgo · 5 years

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A Hornet is the Best Wingman

My gift to @mrs-vh for the @it2ficexchange! I hope you like it, honey, I just shoved all of our favorite ships into it! It’s really just lots of fluff and pining!

Summary: The Losers return to Derry the summer before their senior year of college. As they celebrate Georgie, they are ambushed by some angry bugs who force them closer together in ways they never expected.

Pairings: Stanlon, Reddie, Benverly, Bill Denbrough/Audra Phillips

Word Count: 3,480

Warnings: Bug mentions, sprained ankle, swearing, dummies who don’t know how to confess

Read on AO3!

“And then-” Georgie continued, looking to each Loser as he spoke. “At the last second, I took off running towards the goal. My friends were screaming for me, they were shouting ‘behind you, Georgie! She’s right behind you!’ but I knew I could make it.” He looked to Eddie, who had been texting him running tips since he made the Lacrosse team, sent him a wink and he smiled, pushing forward. “The goal was right there, my arm was outstretched, the ball cradled in my net, and I could hear Penny’s foot steps hitting the ground behind mine! So I gave it everything I had and threw the ball towards the goal! The goalie missed it by an inch. WE WON!”

The Losers howled and hollered with excitement, each of them rushing forward to congratulate him.

“Atta boy, Georgie!” Beverly called out, ruffling his hair as Mike and Richie lifted him into the air on onto Mike’s shoulder. “The Lacrosse champion of Derry, we knew you could do it, buddy!”

“We are the Champions, my friiiiends,” Bill and Stan began in unison and seconds later they were all singing and cheering. It wasn’t long before Georgie was laughing so hard he could barely take in any air. He tapped Mike who leaned down and he slid off his shoulder with ease.

“Next time you have a championship we want to know about it, got it?” Stan stated, serious but kind.

He nodded his head, “Got it.” And they pounded fists as a promise.

“Okay, so what are the celebratory plans, then?” Eddie asked, leaning onto Georgie’s shoulder and looking to Bill.

“Richie had a few ideas I think. Rich?”

Their heads turned to a surprisingly quiet and still Richie who was staring at the ground close to Mike and Beverly. “Uh, earth to Rich?” she questioned before following his gaze.

They all leaned down and narrowed their eyes trying to see what had Rich suddenly so spooked.

“It’s a-“

“A wasp?” Ben questioned, concerned. “Rich, it’s just a wasp, it won’t hurt you.”

“THAT,” he whispered, “is a HORNET.”

“So?” Bill asked, watching the easily angered insect as its wings retracted.

Richie swallowed thickly, eyes flashing up towards Bill. “What do you mean ‘so’?” His eyes shot back to the hornet as their feet. “They smell your fear and they will follow you. We gotta go. Like, yesterday. Everyone back away slowly.”

Stan laughed, but kept a watchful eye on the thing as it crawled in circles through the grass. “Afraid of that tiny thing are you?”

Richie took a step back, hands reaching out on either side of him for Ben and Eddie. “These things have nests, dude. There is never just one!” Eddie didn’t move, but Ben let Richie grab at his wrist. “Okay, Rich, we can go,” he said calmly. The others hadn’t caught on just yet, but Ben could tell he was serious. He was afraid. “Let’s go, guys.”

“To where? We haven’t made any plans yet,” Beverly quipped, a hand at her hip.

“Rich, my guy. It’s just one hornet. I think we’re okay,” Mike said, but he was already slowly backing away from it too. It was closest to him and while he wasn’t afraid of them, he wasn’t necessarily keen on getting stung. “Mike, look out for the-“

But he hit some boards that had been leaning on Georgie’s old playset, sending them crashing to the ground. Stan rushed to him, grabbing his arm to steady him before he fell over.

“My hero,” Mike smiled.

They began to pick up the boards and lean them back where they had been, most of them still keeping an eye on the hornet who had meandered in the opposite direction.

Then, as Georgie was lifting his final board back up, he heard something strange. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

He furrowed his brow, thinking. “Like, a buzzing?”

Richie immediately looked towards the rest of the boards on the ground and noticed one was slightly angled up in the middle. “Eds,” he pointed. “Look at that one.”

Eddie took a step forward but Richie grabbed a fist full of his shirt tail, keeping him from investigating. “What’s wrong with it?” he asked.

“I think we should leave that one the way it is, guys.” Most of the others were looking at it now with suspicion.

“Why?” Bill asked, reaching for it.

“Wait!” The others shouted, but it was too late. He lifted half the board and out came a swarm of hornets, loud and angry.

“Fuck this!” Richie cried and he threw Eddie over his shoulder as he took off down the street towards his car. Beverly grabbed for Ben’s hand while Bill tugged at Georgie’s sleeve and ran for the back door. “We’ll meet up later!” he yelled as he slammed the door shut and watched the other two run towards the street.

“Mike, the shed!” Stan cried out, ducking away from the angry insects and running wildly.

But he was already there, door open and waiting. “Get in, quick!” And Mike slammed the door shut, praying they weren’t followed.

The buzzing continued behind the door, but they heard nothing inside. The both backed away, hoping there were no cracks large enough for them to squeeze through. Stan took a deep breath to calm himself as he crossed his arms. “I guess we’re stuck for now.”

“I guess so,” Mike replied, looking over his shoulder at Stan. He immediately looked away as he felt his cheeks flushed.

The heat Stan told himself.

It was hot and stuffy and dusty beyond belief. A few spider webs hung at the edges of the small room, still and unmoving. If Mike hadn’t been here, Stan admitted to himself, he might have been spooked. They had never gone into the shed, even as kids all those summers ago. They preferred Bill’s garage or the quarry for their hang-outs. This place held no childhood memories.

“Here, Stan,” he heard. Mike was sitting on a small table, a white linen sheet draped over it and just enough room left for him to nestle next to Mike. He combed a hand through his hair and cleared his throat as he walked over. “Nice find,” he said.

This was either Mike’s worst nightmare or his wildest dream. He had been hoping to talk with Stan. He wanted to tell him he thought he was in love with him but he wasn’t sure he was ready. He had practiced telling him in the heat of a moment, not in the heat of Bill’s shed. Would he say the words right? Should he say them at all?

They sat in silence for a few moments before Mike was removing his shirt and wiping the sweat from his brow. “Sorry, Stan the man, it’s too damn hot in here.”

Stan was horrified. He had seen Mike before, they had gone to the quarry many times with the other Losers after they had met. But he had never seen him like this, arms wide with muscles and chest smooth and hard. Stan hadn’t known that Veterinary school could do that to a man.

“You look a little flushed yourself, feel free to uh-“ he motioned lifting his shirt, and his eyes momentarily fell onto Stan’s torso. It sent a rush of butterflies into Stan’s stomach. He nudged at Mike with his elbow. “Nah, I don’t want to embarrass you with my abs of steel,” he joked.

“Abs of steel, huh?” Mike smiled. “The way I remember it, your abs were just fine when we all swam at the quarry last.”

Despite his best efforts, Stan turned a deep shade of red. Mike’s chest swelled with hope.

“Then,” Stan started as he pretended to find something on the far table too interesting to leave be. He deadpanned, “you must have really, really low standards.”

Mike threw his head back with laughter, the sound echoing throughout the small shed. Stan found himself smiling fondly, loving the way Mike looked and sounded when he was laughing, and decided that he was the tiniest bit happy that Bill had picked up that board.

Suddenly, a box caught his eye just above Mike’s still laughing form, leaning out towards him from its precarious perch. Mike must have dislodged it when he slammed the door.

“Uh,” he began, already inching towards Mike. “I think that box is about to fall.”

Mike looked back to Stan with tears in his eyes and a big smile on his face and another rush of butterflies poured out into Stan’s stomach. He almost wanted to tell him so when the box began to slide forward. “Mike!”

Stan reached out and pulled Mike towards him just as the box fell. It crashed to the ground and Stan felt the wind knocked out of him when he collided with Mike, sending them both to the shed floor. Mike landed atop Stan, heavy with muscle and sticky from the heat.

“Holy shit!” he said, scrambling backwards off of Stan. “I could have- do you know how heavy I am? What if I had hurt you?”

Stan sat up so he was facing Mike and pointed to the box laying silently now behind him. “What if that had hurt you?” On the floor were some old and rusted tools, spilling forth from the decaying cardboard box that had fallen directly onto the table where Mike had been sitting seconds ago.

“Oh.”

Stan reached forward and gently brushed at Mike’s face. He was thankful he had gotten to him in time.

“Dust,” he lied, fingertips still lingering on his skin.

Mike leaned into his touch. “Dust,” he agreed.

“Richie! Put me down, are you insane?!”

Eddie was holding onto Rich for dear life, Richie’s shoulder poking into his stomach with every new stride forward.

“Hornets don’t follow people, you’re ridiculous, put me down!”

But then he heard a buzzing sound fly past his face and his mouth fell open. There was no way. No way these insects, these bugs, these things the size of his pinky finger were following them. But then he heard it again, this time much closer.

“Holy shit, Rich!” he hollered. “It’s following us! Don’t put me down, where the fuck is your car??”

Eddie tightened his hold, keeping his head low.

“This is crazy!” he thought. “This is absolutely crazy!” He knew Richie running down the street with him thrown over his shoulder must have been a sight but, Eddie had to admit, he didn’t mind being in Richie’s arms. Or atop his shoulder. Or whatever this was.

The bugs put a damper on things, though.

“Rich, hurry up and -!”

Before Eddie could finish he was being thrown into Richie’s truck and Rich jumped in after, slamming the door shut and breathing heavy. The two of them sat in silence for a short while, their eyes searching the windows and their ears tuned for the buzzing. But nothing came. Nothing landed on the window, nothing made a sound, nothing else was left. Just the two of them.

Eddie turned sharply to Rich, shoving at his arm and surprising him.

“What the fuck was that, Richie?!”

Richie righted himself in the seat, rubbing at his arm and smirking playfully. “What? You mean saving you from that flying insect from hell? You’re welcome, my love.” He leaned forward and pinched Eddie’s cheek playfully before Eddie smacked it away.

“No, smartass, I’m talking about running across the street with me slung over your shoulder like a child!”

Richie opened his mouth to say something but Eddie kept going. “Do you know what people might think? And I might have a bruise thanks to you! Who is that scared of a wasp-“

“Hornet,” he corrected.

“A hornet! Who is that scared of a hornet?!” he sputtered. “And who tosses their friend over their shoulder to run off like that?”

Richie watched as Eddie continued, gesturing wildly and looking far more perturbed than he actually was. Richie probably should have been listening, he normally loved hearing Eddie talk about everything and anything, even this. But something Eddie said felt heavy on his chest and he suddenly felt like he had to say something or it would sink lower and lower until his entire chest was exposed and bare.

“And you could have tripped and I could have gone flying! One scrapped knee on the bacteria ridden concrete and then BAM! My leg is being amputated.”

Richie could wait no longer. “What would they think?”

Eddie paused. He looked to Richie for anything more, an explanation maybe. But nothing came. “What?” He asked quietly.

“What might people think, Eds?”

Suddenly, Eddie’s mouth felt very dry. And suddenly, everything felt very serious.

Eddie had meant that people might think they were more than just friends. He knew that they weren’t, but he also knew he was, in fact, in love with his best friend and he knew he probably shouldn’t be. He also knew that he could explain this away the same way he explained all the other stupid things he said. But something deep in his gut, maybe his heart since he’d tried to place it as deep down inside of him as it would go, whispered not to.

At a loss for which to listen to, his head or his heart, he changed the subject. “Why did you take me?”

Richie blinked, his eyebrows furrowing. Eddie didn’t wait for his question.

“Why did you take me with you and not Ben or Beverly? They were right there too.”

The silence between them wasn’t awkward or heavy, but it was like that breath you hold when you’re waiting for something, hopeful and a little nervous.

“Um...“ Richie began, looking at Eddie from behind his long lashes and blazing ember bangs. “I-“

Eddie was acutely aware that Richie was far closer to him now. So close he could see the specks of freckles along his cheekbones and across his nose. He willed himself to look no further, knowing just a short glance down would be lips he had thought about kissing too many times to count.

“I knew,” Richie whispered, “that your mom would never sleep with me again if I let anything happen to her little Eddie bear.” Eddie’s mouth gaped open but Richie dove across the seat, fingers reaching for Eddie’s sides and tickling him mercilessly.

“Richie!!” he shrieked, both of their laughter filling the car up and breaking whatever had been between them moments ago. “Richie, that’s disgusting!”

“That’s not what she said when I got back from California three days ago, Eddie!”

Eddie was in tears, cheeks aching and stomach burning. “Quit it!” he roared between gasping breaths and laughter. “You’re such a- you’re such an ass!”

He relented, hovering over Eddie with a big, goofy smile on his face. “I know.”

They stayed that way for the briefest of moments, just long enough for both of them to feel like they missed an opportunity they might not get back. But in that brief moment, they both thought to themselves-

Next time.

Ben was out of breath. He was out of breath but he felt like he was soaring. Beverly was grasping his hand, pulling him along, and she was smiling while she was doing it. Her form was muddled by their running but she was still shining as far as Ben was concerned. She glowed from within like the sun was inside her and he was a moth to her light.

‘I wish more hornets would show up,” he thought to himself. ‘If I could just hold her hand like this again.’

He groaned to himself, embarrassed by his own thought, and shook his head as if to rid himself of it. Instead, he just focused on running, happy to be running towards her.

Beverly hadn’t been worried about the hornets. She had just seen Richie tossing Eddie over his shoulder like a maniac and Bill hiking Georgie into his arms as he sprinted to his house and she thought ‘grab important person, grab Ben.’ All of the Losers were important to her, but Ben had become something entirely different the moment he had left for college three years ago. She wasn’t sure what had done it exactly, but she hadn’t entirely wanted to know when it happened. Just that it had.

And now she was grasping tightly to Ben’s hand, pulling him along down the street. She was smiling wide as she ran, the danger buzzing behind them relatively small but the thrill of holding Ben’s hand coursing through her, filling her up.

But then Ben’s hand was pulled from hers violently and she slid to a stop, hands already reaching back for him. He was on the ground, a pained look on his face and his mouth contorted into a grimace as he leaned back and his hands came to cradle his ankle.

She rushed to him, kneeling on the concrete beside him. “Oh no, Ben, what happened?” Her hands roamed over him briefly before resting on his back and bent knee, craning her neck to see his injury.

“I think,” he bit, “I think I sprained my ankle.”

He gently pulled up his pants leg, showing a small, blood laced scratch and a just barely protruding bump on the inside of his ankle. Beverly reached a hand towards it, careful and cautious.

Ben was mortified. It hurt terribly, but his embarrassment was far worse. Couldn’t he do anything right for just a moment? Couldn’t he have run with Beverly however far she wanted to take him without making a complete fool of himself? He clenched his teeth in frustration and tried to right himself.

“Hey, wait!” But Ben was already up on his foot, arms outstretched for balance. “You should wait a minute,” she said, holding his arm to keep him steady.

“It’s okay, Bev,” he gritted. “Just gotta, see how bad it is.”

“Ben,” she warned, keeping her hold on him. But he took a step forward and howled, falling back down to the rocky floor.

“Okay,” he admitted, rolling back into a seated position, his useless leg outstretched. “It’s bad.”

Beverly knelt beside him, looking him over with nothing but worry in her eyes. Ben desperately wished for a do-over. Beverly was beside him within arms reach but he felt so far away from her. What could she possibly ever see in someone as clumsy as him?

She stood up abruptly, her face lighting up again with another smile. “Alright!” she said proudly, “I’ve got an idea!” Beverly reached both of her hands out to him and his gaze switched from her hands to her face, an eyebrow raised in question.

“Come on, Haystack, you can’t stay in the middle of the road forever!” His eyes widened before a smile erupted on his face. She smiled back playfully. “That’s right, I used the nickname, give me your hands!” For a moment he almost forgot his ankle was injured as he took her hands in his; he missed that one. ‘Haystack’ had been lost to their childhood, but every now and then, someone would bring it back. It sounded the best when she said it.

Once he was standing, she put her arms on his shoulders to balance him quickly before turning around and patting her knees. She looked back at him with a smirk on her face as she said, “hop on!”

His mouth fell open and his eyebrows shot up, a strained laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Beverly,” he said, feeling suddenly as self conscious as he did as a kid. “You can’t possibly-“

“I can,” she interrupted. “What? Don’t think I’m strong enough, Haystack?” she said, drawing out his nickname so it lingered between them. He set his jaw, looking down shyly at his feet. “No, Bev. You’re the strongest person I know.”

His eyes darted back to her just in time for him to see the smile he elicited. Softly, she beamed, “then let’s go.”

He nodded once. “Okay, just don’t drop me. I’m delicate you know.”

“You are not,” she strained as he jumped onto her back. With hands grasping around his thighs she hiked him up with a quick jump, centering him at the small of her back. “You’re the strongest person I know too.”

He sheepishly buried his face into his arm which was slung around her neck, his other hand placed carefully on her shoulder. ‘This must be heaven,’ he sighed to himself.

“Just two blocks to my aunts place,” she mused. “Easy as pie. You’re light as a feather.”

And for once in his life, he felt that way.

It was two hours later that Bill texted everyone, asking to meet up at their favorite restaurant with Georgie. He asked if everyone would be okay if he brought one more. His girlfriend from college had surprised him.

I think you guys will like Audra, he texted.

And soon enough, they did.

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the-amazing-spider-bi · 5 years

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cosmic punchline - Chapter 5 - Utopiste - IT - Stephen King [Archive of Our Own]

“Why,” Mike begins, solemn but not sure how to end this sentence before picking a lighthearted: “would a bear fight a shark?”

“Why does anyone fight anyone?” Richie says, nonsensical as ever: “Money. Power. Glory.”

“Honey,” Ben tries.

“The bear had sex with the shark’s wife and the shark went crazy with the revelation,” Bev says.

cosmic punchline I 21k | ao3 I it (movies) I the good place au I stanlon & reddie

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stanlon for the song thing?

Send me a pairing and I’ll write a short snippet based off whatever song comes on my shuffle!

Stanlon + Not Ready to Go by The Trews

“NO!” Stan whined, pulling away from Richie and tumbling into Mike. His shirt was half off, nearly completely unbuttoned, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat. For somebody who hadn’t wanted to go clubbing that night, it sure was hard to get him to leave. “I wanna dance!”

Richie, who always suggested going out then quickly got annoyed when his friends got drunk, tossed his hands up into the air and stormed out of the club- muttering something out warming up the car. Stan turned to Mike and melted into him.

“More dancing?” He slurred. Mike chuckled and pushed Stan’s sweaty hair away from his face.

“One more song. Or Rich will leave without us like last time.”

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ang3leyes · 6 years

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IT fandom talking about IT cannon:

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in a motel room // stanlon

things you said...in a motel room

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“Uh, you can take the bed, don’t worry.” Stan said as soon as he and Mike walked into the small motel room, immediately noticing that there was only one bed in the room.

“Why me?” Mike questioned, putting his things down on a nearby chair.

“You’re…” Stan paused, trying to think of something. “Taller.”

Mike pursed his lips and let out a huff of breath. “I’m going to shower.”

Stan nodded hastily and let his friend retreat into the bathroom. He sat on the bed and looked around the room, realizing that there was not a couch that could be converted into a pullout nor was there a chair big enough for him to curl himself onto to sleep. It looked like he would be making a makeshift bed on the floor.

The cheap motel they were in consisted of only small, one bed rooms and the losers were able to get four rooms. Which meant the couples, Ben and Beverly as well as Richie and Eddie, were placed in one room each. Stan planned on battling Mike and Bill to the death in rock, paper, scissors to fight for a room alone before Bill grabbed the key to the room and ran off, leaving Stan and Mike to share. He remembered the Losers staring off at Bill’s retreating form in shock before Bev and Richie bursted into uncontrollable snickering. He’s almost certain it was planned.

“Have some fun, Stan.” Richie had smacked his back before heading to his room and Bev had winked at him, leaving Stan’s face a bright red. It was too late into the night to fight for another room arrangement.

Now Stan sat, stiff on the uncomfortable bed, internally having a crisis as Mike emerged from the bathroom, pajama pants sitting on his hips and chest uncovered by a shirt and slightly wet from the shower.

“Hi.” Stan squeaked and cursed himself.

“Hi.” Mike laughed and shook his head. “You alright?”

Stan nodded. “There’s…I’m gonna…” Mike motioned for Stan to continue speaking with a smile. “There’s no pullout.”

“We can share the bed if you want.” Mike sat down next to Stan, who quickly stood back up.

“No, I wasn’t,” Stan rapidly waved his hands in front of himself. “I can make a bed on the floor. I was just letting you know.”

Mike looked appalled. “I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, Stan.”

“I’m fine.” Stan insisted.

“No.”

Mike’s face was stoic, unmoving, but his eyes still as kind as always. They made unwavering eye contact that made Stan’s heartbeat quicken and his palms sweat. Something about Mike’s demeanor made Stan reply.

“Okay.”

Mike broke out in a grin, all bright and full of sunshine and completely opposite of his expression just mere seconds ago. “Good.”

Stan tried to slow down his breathing. “I’m gonna get ready for bed.” He stepped backwards and hit the wall slightly with his hip, pain blooming in the area but he laughed it off awkwardly, turning on his heel and retreating into the bathroom quickly.

He looked at himself in the dirty mirror’s reflection, his face red and splotchy, and grimaced. If his weird behavior didn’t reveal anything, Mike would definitely be able to tell from his face. His splashed copious amounts of cold water on his face and changed into his pajama set. He took some deep breaths. “It’s okay.” He whispered to himself. “It’s just Mike, you’ve known him for years now. No big deal.” He looked up and saw his slightly less red face. “It’s not like you have a big fucking crush on the guy or anything.” He laughed at himself dryly.

Stan walked out of the bathroom and Mike had lifted the covers up, his body tucked snugly under. “You tired?” Stan asked.

“You try driving for 5 consecutive hours and see how you feel.” Mike smiled.

“Can’t.” Stan shrugged and got under the covers on his side, trying desperately not to look at Mike’s chest. “You and Ben already said you don’t trust anyone else to drive but yourselves.”

“I’d trust you.” Mike pushed his shoulder with his own.

Stan’s sure his face flushed with color once again, he can feel it trail down his neck. “Goodnight.” He breathed out harshly and laid down, pulling the covers completely over his body.

“Night.” Mike replied and leaned over to turn the lights off, plunging them into darkness.

Stan nervously tapped his finger against his thigh, not moving his body even a centimeter as to not touch Mike’s body. He was intensely aware that they were laying underneath the same blanket, on the same bed, in a room with nobody else. He glanced over and saw Mike staring up at the ceiling, eyes wide open despite his earlier declaration of being tired.

“I have a serious question.” Mike spoke up.

Stan swallowed hard, still looking at the other boy, who then turned his body to lay on his side, looking at Stan as well.

“Why do you act so different with me when we’re by ourselves? We’re fine with the others, but you act weird when it’s just us.” Mike questioned.

Stan considered every single one of the losers his best friends, but he thought hard and didn’t even need two hands to count the amount of times recently that he been alone with Mike. He attributed that to his own gay panic inner crisis.

“What do you mean?” Stan replied, answering the question with another question in an attempt to deflect.

“I don’t know.” Mike pressed his face into his pillow, letting out a muffled sigh. He lifted his head slightly, only enough to get his words out. “You just always seem like you don’t want to talk to me.”

“That’s not it.” Stan said firmly. “It’s definitely not that.”

“Then what is it?” Stan tried to make out his facial expression in the dark, but they were both just silhouettes. “If I’ve done something wrong -”

“No, that’s not -”

“I asked Bill if we could share the room, you know.” Mike blurted out.

Stan coughed hard, choking on nothing, and sat up. “Excuse me?”

“I told Bill to take the key and go, I wanted to share the room with you.” Mike moved his body closer, so their hips were pressed together, sitting up as well.

“Why?”

“Stan, I obviously like you, and if that makes you feel uncomfortable, I’m sorry, and if that’s why you seem weird with me, I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t like me and I just want the best for you.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“No.” Mike’s voice sounded defeated.

Stan threw his arms around Mike’s neck, wrapping him into a tight hug, his clothed chest pressed against Mike’s bare one. He could feel both of their hearts pounding rapidly. Mike made a noise of surprise as Stan nuzzled his face into the other boy’s neck.

“Stan?” Stan lifted his head up to look at Mike, their faces so close their breaths mingled. “I like you.”

“What?” Mike took a sharp intake of breath.

“I was flustered, that’s why I was acting weird.” Stan let out a fit of giggles.

“Oh.” Their smiles matched each other’s, wide and joyful. Mike leaned forward slightly to press their foreheads together. “Can I kiss you?”

Stan didn’t answer first, just softly pressed his lips on top of Mike’s, a gentle kiss that was a bit nervous. “You most definitely can.”

Their lips met again, less nervous this time and more assured. Their bodies pressed against each other, leaving no part of them untouching. Every now and then, unavoidable smiles interrupted them for moment before they continued, placing soft kisses all over the other.

Stan would have to thank Bill later.

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A/N: I wrote this story a while ago and then turned it into stanlon lol also idr if nerds r vegan but I ate some yesterday so here’s hoping!

Pairing: Stan x Mike

Description: Two anxious boys coming together

Warning: a lil bit of self harm/picking

Word count: 3,226 omg

“Hello, this is Mike, how can I help you?” There’s no sound at first and Mike pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment. He’s been working in a therapist office for a couple of months now. It felt fitting, he couldn’t afford regular therapy appointments for himself yet, but he can help other people get what they need.

His heartbeat picks up a beat because he’s unsure if he should just hang up? But he puts the phone back to his ear in time to hear: “Sorry I’m having an anxiety attack right now.” The voice is shaky and now Mike can hear the just-too-fast breaths.

“Wow, same.” It slips out before Mike can help it and oh my god that’s so unprofessional. He glances around at his coworkers but doesn’t see any reaction so he hopes they didn’t even hear him. “What are the chances?” The voice over the phone asks breathlessly, refocusing Mike’s attention.

Unsure now how to proceed he settles with the truth. “I mean pretty high, considering my phone call phobia. I pretty much spend my whole work day having an anxiety attack.” He tells them in a low voice. “How do you do it?” They ask incredulously. He laughs even though he doesn’t mean to and this time he does see a coworker notice him. Gotta keep it professional, got it. But also the person on the other end of the phone asked him a direct question so…

”I can pretty much operate if there's a script,” Mike tells them. “I also have like, three stress balls.” He hears a laugh huff out against his ear and he smiles because if he can make them laugh it can’t be a totally failed interaction. The line is quiet for a moment except for the gradual steadying of breath on the other end.

“Wow you know I don’t think I even need to see my therapist anymore I already feel better.” They quip in a suddenly much smoother tone that surprises a laugh out of Mike and now he’s definitely getting looks from his coworkers. His cheeks heat up at the attention but the person on the other end of the phone takes up more of his attention with their soft laugh.

“Please let me make you an appointment I’m not qualified for this!” Mike jokes. He’s flustered by his desire to make the person on the other end of the phone laugh again even after getting embarrassed. “I don’t know,” they sigh, “this is the fastest I’ve gotten over an anxiety attack in ages.”

An unprofessionally wide smile crosses Mikes' face. “Just send me the co-pay.” He says, his voice soft. “I’m glad I can help though, you helped me too.” He says and why can’t he stop talking. Mike glances around but his coworkers have gone back to not paying attention to him. It’s his favorite thing about the job, how little attention people pay to each other.

“You should let me make your appointment though.” They agree and Mike returns to the script, “your name?” He asks. “Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S. Mike types the name into his database pulling up the information he needs to make an appointment.

They sail comfortably through the rest of the phone call, both saying a warm goodbye. Mike hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath, willing the blush he’s sure he has away with all his might.

******

Mike doesn’t hear back from Stanley for a while. It’s totally normal, most people make future appointments directly with their therapists. So it’s about a month later when he gets a call from him again. They both follow the script this time even when Mike recognizes the name. It would be weird to say anything, it’s not like Stanley knows who he is. That is until there’s a moment of silence while Mike waits for his screen to load Stanley’s therapists' schedule, and he notices the uneven breathing on the other end.

“Are you okay?” Slips out almost before Mike can help it. Shit. The breathing on the other end gets even wispier. Shit shit shit. Not professional. They don’t know who he is. “Um yeah.” He hears. “Just kinda having an anxiety attack, the usual.” Mike huffs out a laugh because yeah, same. So he tells them that because, hey, it worked last time. And Stanley laughs and Mike laughs and breaking from the script is okay for the second time since he started this job.

*******

The next time Mike hears from Stanley is the first time he sees him. He comes into the office. Mike was on the phone when he first walks in so someone else is helping him.

He doesn’t know it’s Stanley yet and he doesn’t look far enough away from his computer screen to see their face but he notices their hands curled up on the desk next to his and how they nervously pick at the skin around their fingers. It makes his stomach curl in that way where he suddenly wants to start picking at his own nails.

Mike grabs a stress ball instead and finishes his phone call with the ever-present “have a nice day!” He looks over and the person at the counter is still picking at their cuticles and he can feel the familiar ache of peeling skin from nail and squeezes the stress ball harder and scans up to their face and oh my god they’re so cute.

It’s a boy with sandy brown hair that falls in waves and soft curls around his face. Mike can see a blue collared shirt under a dark denim jacket loaded with pins. Mike’s gaze gets stuck on how the boy is chewing his bottom lip nervously. Turning it red and raw.

And oh my god that’s so unprofessional. Mikes cheeks heat up and he glances around hoping no one is paying any attention to him and they’re not (is anyone ever? The part of his brain that isn’t completely ruled by anxiety asks). He glances up at their face again and accidentally catches his eye.

He actually wills his phone to ring to give him something to do because oh my god they’re so cute and distracting and this is so unprofessional why are they even still in here don’t they have somewhere else to be?

Mike squeezes his stress ball harder and tries to inconspicuously take deep breaths because no one needs to know about the moment he’s having. He glares at his phone wishing for it to ring and then glances around at his coworkers in suspicion because why are they all busy and he isn’t, he would really like to be taking a phone call right now!

But then he hears the person at the counter (the very cute person, his brain supplies) say “Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S” and Mike’s heart stutters. It’s them. Maybe. Probably. The name repeats in a loop in his head.

Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S the same name as the person Mike talked to over the phone a couple times when they were having an anxiety attack. It makes him breathe slower just to think about it. Then immediately speed back up because here he is!

Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S, is standing right here in the office with him and he’s cute. The idea that the voice over the phone and the person standing in front of him are one and the same flits around his mind. Mike can’t believe the person he always hopes is calling when he answers the phone is right in front of him being super cute and when did he start wanting him to call all the time?

Mike can feel himself spiraling and then finally his phone rings. Except now he’s not expecting it and it startles him and he jumps and the stress ball flies out of his hand and over the counter and suddenly everyone is looking at him.

He fumbles for the phone and for a moment he forgets his script but then it comes because he’s been doing this for long enough that it’s there even when he doesn’t want it to be. His heart is thundering in his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Stanley Uris, U-R-I-S finish their business.

Suddenly their hands appear at Mike’s desk holding his stress ball out to him. He feels his face grow hotter and he thinks he must be bright red at this point, but he slowly looks from their hands with the red irritated marks around their fingers to their very cute face that is smiling softly at him and he covers the phone’s mouthpiece and breathlessly he says “keep it.”

******

“You know if you hadn’t already told me you had like three more I wouldn’t have taken it.” Mike hears a voice and looks up from his lunch. He’s sitting outside because it’s actually a nice day, he thought he’d found somewhere out of sight enough to not be bothered. He’s almost mad about it until he looks up. Button up, dark jean jacket with pins, Mike’s mouth goes dry and he swallows roughly. It’s Stanley. Uris. U-R-I-S.

He’s rolling Mike’s stress ball between his hands. Mike huffs out a laugh and clears his throat, “that’s only the ones at my desk.” he tells him. “That’s not even counting the ones in my car.” Stanley laughs quietly and Mike laughs and as uncomfortable as he is about not having a script for this interaction it’s also, kind of okay.

Mike watches him roll the ball into his left hand so he can stick out his right, “I’m Stan, by the way.” He says a soft smile on his face. Mike can’t help but follow the curve of his smile with his eyes, before dropping to the outstretched hand. He clears his throat and takes Stan’s hand gently in his own, “I’m Mike,” he says shyly, butterflies fluttering through his insides.

“Is this a perk of the job or what?” Stan asks holding the ball in his left hand up. Mike realizes he’s still holding Stan’s hand and quickly pulls his away, embarrassed. “Yeah, you know, therapists,” Mike huffs, rolling his eyes “they catch you biting your cuticles one time and suddenly you're at risk and in need of a billion stress balls!”

Stanley laughs and wow they’re so cute… Mike’s face heats up at the thought but, technically he’s not on the clock so fuck professionalism he tells himself somehow smug at his own brain for finding that loophole. “It did help,” Stanley says quietly and Mike notices the bandaid around the finger he’d seen him picking at.

“Good,” Mike says just as quiet, a small smile slipping onto his face. He thinks back to the first phone call when he’d sorta accidentally helped him through an anxiety attack, and the joke Stanley had made. “Does that mean I get your co-pay since I’m helping you through everything?”

Stanley lets out a sharp laugh that he quickly stifles with a hand over his mouth. He’s still smiling when he lowers his hand, just a small quirk of his lips. Mike doesn’t know how just that sets his heart beating quickly in his chest but he seems to find everything Stan does…endearing.

Stanley scuffs the toe of his shoes, impeccably clean black and white vans, against the ground in front of him. “You might have to take that up with my therapist,” he quips making Mike chuckle softly. “Speaking of-“ Stanley starts his voice falling into disappointment, “my session’s about to start so, I’ll see you around?” He asks hopefully.

Butterflies congregate in a flurry in Mike’s stomach and oh my god yes, please. “Yeah.” He says, “I’ll be here.” And with a small wave, Stanley’s walking away, leaving Mike stewing in the heat in his face and the butterflies in his stomach.

***

Finally, finally, finally, after the longest, hardest, worst day, Mike is clocked out and leaving work. He barely wanted to leave his house this morning let alone go to work for 8 hours and talk on the phone to strangers. He’s just got to get home and then he can relax with a bowl and his shows and hopefully avoid the anxiety attack that’s been brewing in his chest all day.

Mike is looking down, pulling his car keys out of the pocket of his jacket he’s carrying and doesn’t see the person standing just outside the door until he’s only a few steps away. He stops in his tracks, dread washing over him. One more interaction, even a little one, even being looked at might just send him over the edge.

The lump in his throat grows and he takes a shuddering breath, trying to build his resolve. He shuffles forward a few more steps, swallowing roughly, and as he reaches out to push the door open he catches sight of their hands and oh. That’s Mike’s stress ball.

Knowing who it is sends a small spiral of calm down his spine, just enough to push open the door and greet Stan with a breathless, “hey.” Stan jumps and turns with wide eyes, a gasp fluttering from his lips. Oh shit, Mike thinks, he’s on the edge of his own anxiety attack but it looks like Stan is already there. Mike’s brain nags at him that there’s nothing he can do and he shouldn’t try; he should just go home and have a cry.

The quick shuddering breath mobilizes Mike and before he knows it he’s taken a step forward. “Hey,” he says, voice gentle, “are you okay?” Stan raises his hands to his face, the heel of his open palm pressing into one eye and the fist curled around the stress ball presses into the other. “Yeah.” He says shortly with a bitter laugh.

Mike watches his shoulders slump and Stan lets out a sigh. “Well no, obviously.” Mike lets out a huff that might’ve been a laugh if a laugh didn’t know what emotion it was supposed to express. Stan tilts his head back, hands still covering his eyes. “Just…a hard session I guess.” He admits slowly, Mike nods in understanding before remembering Stan can't see him.

“Anything I can do?” Mike asks shifting forward, he desperately wants to pull Stan’s hands away from his face to hold and have Stan looking at him instead of whatever dark thoughts occupy his mind. Mike doesn’t move though, he doesn’t know the other’s physical boundaries. Mike chews on his bottom lip as he waits for an answer.

He hears a sniff and then Stan’s shoulders start shaking and oh no he’s crying. Mike stiffens, he hates seeing other people cry, it always makes him start crying and he’s already so close…

“Is it okay if I touch your arm?” Mike asks gently. He just can’t help himself, when he sees someone upset he has to help. Especially when they’re really cute and give him butterflies…Mike pushes that thought away forcefully, now is not the time.

Stan gives a small nod and Mike steps forward and places a gentle hand on his upper arm. “You're okay,” he says sweetly, making small movements with his thumb. He feels Stan lean into the gesture, encouraging Mike to bring his other hand up so he’s gently gripping both arms, trying to ground him.

“I’m sorry you had a rough session,” Mike says softly, “I think you’re really brave for even showing up to therapy, to be honest. That shit is so scary, I don’t know how you do it.” Stan’s shoulders start shaking harder and Mike can feel his heaving breaths. Mike pulls him gently in until he’s hugging Stan against him.

He wraps one arm around his shoulders and the other finds a home in Stan’s soft curls. “You’re okay,” Mike repeats making soft hushing sounds until Stan starts to settle. He’s taller than Mike but he’s tucked his head into Mike’s neck, the hands covering his eyes falling to fist in Mikes shirt. “I’m so embarrassing.” Mike hears, mumbled.

Mike chuckles kindly, gently playing with the ends of Stan’s hair. “You’re not embarrassing,” He tells him sincerely. Stan pulls away just far enough to be able to look into his face, giving Mike a small watery smile. “Why are you so good at this?” He asks quietly.

Mike snorts and rolls his eyes, “I’m literally a walking anxiety attack,” He tells him. Stan sniffles, his small smile growing wider, and Mike notices dimples appearing. They’re quickly covered by Stan’s hand covering his mouth. “Why do you do that?” Mike asks.

Stan lowers his hand, his brow furrowing in confusion, “do what?” he asks. Mike gestures to Stan’s face, to his now pinched lips, “always cover up your smile?” Stan’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open a bit in surprise. A contemplative look crosses over his face, but then, he cracks a small smile and shrugs his shoulders. Mike can’t help the giggle that comes out of his mouth, causing Stan to start laughing again too.

They laugh more and Stan leans into Mike again and he loops an arm around his shoulders. “I’m really gonna have to talk to your therapist about getting a cut of the pay I mean really!” Mike jokes and Stan huffs out another laugh and pushes Mike away playfully.

That night when Mike gets home, he carries through with his plan of smoking and watching tv. But he goes to bed with a light heart, thinking about Stan’s weight in his arms and his hand in his hair.

***

He’s in the back filing patient records when his coworker walks up. “Hey, there’s someone in the front asking for you.” Mike tries to ask who but they just shrug and let him hand them the paperwork he’s holding. He walks out and sees Stan standing by his desk and his heart skips, just a little.

Stan notices him and perks up, “hi!” He greets and okay maybe Mike’s heart skips a lot. “Hey,” Mike responds a little breathlessly. Stan shuffles a little and Mike tries to not find it very cute, a part of his brain screaming about professionalism.

Stan clears his throat, eyes darting around the room before landing back on Mike. He shrugs, just a small lift of a shoulder, and offers him a warm smile. “I just wanted to thank you for you know, um, being so nice to me?” It comes out like a question and Mike can’t help but chuckle.

“I got you these!” Stan says handing over a couple boxes of Nerds. “Just as a thank you.” Mike knows he’s blushing but he can’t seem to care. “Thank you,” he says sincerely with a wide smile. Stan nods and points a thumb over his shoulder saying, “I gotta go, but, I’ll see you around?”

Mike smiles and tries not to nod too eagerly. He doesn’t quite manage it. “I’ll be here.” He says. It isn’t until later when the warm blush has faded from his cheeks, that Mike decides to open the Nerds. He’s got the box partially open when he sees something written in sharpie. He turns the box and sees a number, a phone number, with a small: -Stan <3, written on the end.

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