When Writers Bleed On Paper

I Can't Wait For Love To Destroy Us (Part 3)

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Characters: Bill Denbrough x Stanley Uris

Setting: AU-No Pennywise

Romantic: Yes

Story Type: Happy Ending

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The loud sound of a train driving by and bright, white light against his eyelids were the reason for Bill to slowly open his eyes. The soft glow of the morning sun shone through the half-closed blinds, showing the dust particles dancing around in the air.

Bill couldn't remember a lot of last night. They had been at a club and then Stan had walked in... That was the last thing he remembered. Stanley.

The sound of a door opening pulled Bill from his thought. He turned his head towards the sound, and that was the first time he actually realized where he was. In a hospital. The beeping of the monitor should have given it away for him the second he had woken up. Clearing his thoughts once more, Bill saw that the sound had been made by a nurse, coming into the room with a tray.

There was a strong smell of green tea coming from the cup on the tray, and Bill was a little confused why green tea would be the first thing to bring to a patient.

"Oh! You're awake," the nurse said, smiling at him. Still confused, Bill gave her a tight smile. The nurse came completely into the room, but instead of giving him the tray, she turned towards the side of his bed and started talking again. Carefully, Bill twisted his stiff neck to see who she was talking to, and he could feel his heart sinking when he saw him.

Stanley

He was sitting slummed in a stool, dark circles under his eyes and a tired smile on his lips as he nodded and accepted the tea from the nurse. "I'm going to fetch the Doctor. I'll be back in a minute!" She spoke joyfully and turned on her heels, leaving the room. Bill was still blankly starring at Stan, who was slowly sipping his tea, pointedly avoiding eye contact.

"Why are you-" Bill twirled his fingers around. "-here?" There was a frustrated sigh as Stan placed his mug in his lap. "I really don't know, but for some reason I'm always there when something stupid happens to you, aren't I?" His voice was tired and harsh, but Bill could see it in his eyes that Stan had been worried, this was frustration mixed with lack of sleep speaking out of him.

"Why aren't the others here?" He loved Stan, he really did, but that doesn't change the fact that he ghosted him for the last few weeks without any explanation. "Because I send them away...I wanted to speak to you alone when you wake up," Stan took another sip of his tea.

Bill stared at him with disbelieve, twisting his left hand into the front of his hospital gown. "And why now? Because I fainted, and you thought I would easily forgive you when you sit at my hospital bed like a knight in shinning armor? You ignored me for fucking weeks!" Bill was shocked with how angry and disappointed he actually was with Stan. The other simply looked at him, hurt but understanding.

"I know it was a jerk move-"

"A jerk move?! It wasn't just as jerk move, it was pathetic, really. And you can't even look me in the eyes and tell me why, why the fuck you reacted like that!" Stanley was still staring at his tea, as if it would simply swallow him alive. There was a frustrating long pause where neither of the two said something until Bill broke the silent.

"You know, it's ok if you don't feel the same-"

"But I do! I felt the same for so, so fucking long! I just hoped that if you loved Bev it would stop. But it never did, it never fucking stopped!" Stanley had at last looked up from his cup and was now staring at Bill, face red and blotchy. "And then you told me you felt the same. After all this time you actually felt the same, and it was just too much. You know I'm not good with handling such things and I simply overreacted. And I...I-"

Stanley had abruptly stood up in the middle of his rant, tea cup still in his hand as he was hastily moving his hands, trying to find the right words. He was just about to start talking again when he made a harsh movement with his right hand in which he held the cup, and half of the liquid landed right in Bill's lap, soaking into the white hospital gown and staining it brown.

"Shit! I'm so sorry! Wait a second, I'll get you a new one and-"

"For god's sake Stanley! Shut up!" Bill shouted, breathing heavily while watching Stan, who still had the half empty cup in his hand and looked at him like a deer in headlights. "You like me back? You really mean it?" Stan slowly nodded, lowering the tea cup to place it onto the side table of Bill's hospital bed. "My god, we're adults, Stan," Bill placed his face in his hands, shaking his head. ", shouldn't we be able to talk about these sorts of things?"

Stan, still looking shocked gave something that almost sounded like a snort as he watched Bill, still sitting in the bed, laughing like he had just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. "We're so pathetic sometimes,"

"You change your opinion really quickly. A few minutes ago I was the pathetic one and you were pretty pissed with me, and now you're just laughing..."

Bill looked up at Stanley, a soft smile on his lips as he titled his head like he was looking at Stanley for the first time, trying to remember every detail. "How did Richie and Eddie ever and up together if we two even aren't able to communicated with one another?"

"I still don't know if you're still angry with me-" Stanley scratched the back of his hand. "- or not."

Bill, still smiling, tangled his fingers into the front of Stan's shirt and pulled him down until they were eye to eye. Still confused, but with a faint blush rising on his cheeks, Stan stared at Bill, his own hands uselessly hanging at his sides. "We are total idiots, and this doesn't mean I forgive you for ignoring me for two months! "And then Bill crashed their mouth together. Well, crashing might be the wrong word, Stan thought because even tough it was a bit clumsy at first, it was also incredibly soft and filled with all sorts of emotions.

Bill's lips were reassuring, a promise that this was, in fact, not an experiment but what he truly felt and that he would forgive Stan. Stanley's were soft, quietly screaming 'finallyfinallyfinally' and 'I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry' at the same time. Because he had waited, waited for so long and now that he finally got it he felt undeserving after ignoring Bill for month on end. But all of that didn't matter at this moment, because this was real and though they would need to talk about it, it will all be fine in the end.

 The sound of someone clearing their throat had the two of them jump apart. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask you to keep a distance from our patience until the doctor has checked on him," the nurse from before said.

Flushed, Stan stepped away from the bed, rubbing the back of his neck. From the corner of his eyes, he saw how Bill hid his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with embarrassed laughter.

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When Bill was allowed to leave the hospital, leg in a cast and crutches in both hands, there was no long discussion that Stanley would bring him home to his- their apartment.

With a bit of fumbling, Stan pushed open the door and both of them stumbled inside laughing, until the noticed that the lights were on. Bill definitely had put off all the light before he had left, so who the hell was in his apartment. Turning on the spot, he looked around the living room. It was suspiciously clean...

Suddenly there was a very loud sound of glass breaking and the all of their friends came running out of the kitchen, boxes of pizza, plates and cutlery in their hands. In the middle of the kitchen floor, Stanley saw what had costed the sound. Almost all of their glasses had fallen out off the cupboard. With an annoyed sigh he looked over at his friends who all gave him an apologetic look. Well, almost all of them.

"Oh come on, Stan! You can't be mad at us! We literally are the reason you and Bill are a thing now. This would have never happened if it wasn't for your amazing friends!" Richie dramatically pressed the back of his hand to his forehead and pretended to faint in Eddies arms, who simply stepped back and waited until Richie crashed onto the floor, looking up with mock hurt in his eyes.

Their friends were idiots, but maybe Richie was right. Maybe all of this would have gone a very different route if they had interfered, but Stanley would never say that aloud.