Richie x Will (Ryers)

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An: I have a bandage and holy shit it's tight asf

{R}

"But- aren't you and Stan a thing..?" Will asked, pulling away from the hug to hold his arms close to himself. "What- oh god no, I only grabbed his hand to make you jealous, and.. I am sorry about that." I answered him as I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck. Will nodded a little, he took out his arm and gently held my hand. "I missed you." I said with a hum, looking at our hands.
"Me too. Oh Rich, El told me she was on the phone with Mike and she said that he's gonna visit... with the party." Will looked up at me slightly worried. "Hey no, don't worry, I can come meet them as well." I reassured. "I'll make sure nothing bad will happen."
Will gave me a small smile, "thanks Rich."

Seriously? If already Mike hadn't of been giving us shit. I aint a happy camper.

So after me and Will talked for a bit we waited until the bell went for next period, we went back inside to go to our new classes. "Are you okay? Do you feel pain?" Will asked looking at me, "Don't worry, I'm fine." I smiled at him. "I'll see you after."
Will smiled softly, "okay, bye!" He said before walking off.

An: idk wtf to write here so just have some soft stenbrough

{3rd}

Stan and Bill had gone to the library for English. They were up the back talking and studying at the same time, occasionally laughing at a few jokes. Bill would often stutter when talking or fiddle with someone as he did so, Stan noticed this and found it really cute of the boy. Bill looked up at the noodle with a gentle smile, causing Stan to have a mini heart attack. "S-So what's with Richie and W-Will?" He asked. Stan looked around the room for a second, leaning towards Bills to whisper, "they're dating." The smaller boy gasped quietly and looked at Stan amazed, "S-Seriously? Holy shit." Stan nodded looking at his book,  "Yeah, yesterday Richie grabbed my hand to make him jealous because of this fight they got into, but I told him that I was into someone else." He muttered to Bill so no one heard, Bill's eyebrows raised due to how surprised he was. "He even had a crush on you at one point apparently." Stan scoffed, looking over at Bill for a reaction, Bill huffed quietly scrunching his nose up shaking his head. "Richie's a n-no go." He giggled pushing a small strand of hair back, revealing the small scar he had on his eyebrow. Stan saw it, gently brushing his thumb against it making the blue eyed boy blush and get flustered. "How did you get that?" Stan asked.
Stan was a very observant person, he would usually spot the tiniest feature of someone no matter what it was, and is easily able to describe them in detail.

An: same

"O-Oh, I f-fell off my b-b-bike when I was s-small. H-Hit my head on a l-little uh r-rock." Bill stuttered, looking up at him. "Damn, must've hurt." Stan said, his hand gently trailed down Bill's soft and smooth face, which he couldn't get over. It was like a baby's bum. His hand sat resting on his cheek, the two just stared at each other for a moment, before Victor Cross yelled across the room, "Fuck off outta here fags!" Stan pulled himself away turning red, and embarrassed, he stormed off, throwing the door open making everyone turn and look. Bill got up yelling at the blonde headed asshole. "S-Shut the fuck up!"
"Watch it Denbrough, you don't want to end up like your brother." Bill's fist clenched, feeling some invisible stick spike through his heart. "F-Fuck you!" He cried out, throwing the book at him, getting a lucky shot to the face. With that he ran out, looking for Stan.
Stan was sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Bill ran over to him sitting next to him. "S-Stan.." he said softly, laying a hand on his knee. Stan didn't say anything and just turned to Bill before pulling him into a tight hug, muttering a small; "im so sorry..."
Bill sighed and hugged him back. "D-Don't be, it's not your fault." Stan hid his face into his shoulder, "But now he's just gonna-" Bill cut him off, "It's not your fault, a-and I don't wanna hear you say it is." Stan nodded, and just relaxed then and there in his arms.

An: my head is as empty as anything for this story, so I'll make a stenbrough x Stanlon one shot book to pass time.