Hurt/comfort, Sickfic, and normal one shots

Stenbrough: Stan is depressed™️ squared

A//n: if you didn't get from the title, this is part two of my other Stenbrough shot.

And in these aus, they are older, (16) I believe I set them in the same time zone, sorry for any mistakes I make.

Please comment! I love comments!

Bill paced back and fourth in the schoolyard: "oh gosh, where is he? He promised. He did. Right? It's okay. He's fine. He probably just....stayed home? Right? That means he'd be all alone....in his house....fuck." His mind ran rampant, Bill wasn't always a worrier, but when his best friend, and crush, didn't show up to school, he couldn't help it. Of course, anyone who didn't know Stanley as well would have assumed he was sick or had something to do with family. But from the incident in the bathroom that had taken place only two weeks prior, the stuttering boy was worried out of his mind.

He pulled out his crips blue flip phone, dialing Beverlys number. The red head was the only person he had come out to as bi, not that he didn't trust the others! Bev was just there one day when he really needed it, they got to talking and here we are.
"B-Be-Bev. I n-ne-ne-n-n-ne- arg! I need y-you to do mm-m- me a favor."
He waited her reply.
"No no...I just....c-can you g-get a e-e-excuse for me t-to miss the r-r-rest of the d-day?"
"On it! This doesn't have anything to do with Stan does it?"
He could practically hear the wiggle of her eyebrows through the phone
"No...we-well maybe bb-b-but that's not important. I really g-g-g-g-"
"Gotta go? That's okay, I got you covered."
A shrill beep cut through the line,
"Bye..."
He whispered.

Bill didn't think twice befo- well that's not totally true. He spent five minutes standing at the doors of the school, deciding what he was exactly planning on doing. Should he head to the Uris house, go to their tree hut, the playground he knew stan would go to?

The tall boy finally decided on the treehouse, grabbing his bike from the rack and heading in the direction of the forest.

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Once reaching their old abandoned treehouse, Bill threw his bike to the side, practically scaling the ladder as if he was Spider-Man.

The pale boy slowly opened the hatch, reaching in to pull himself up.
"St-Stan are y-y-y-you in here?"
He stuttered. He got no response, making him doubt his idea that Stan would come to the place the two of them would always talk, he felt a pang in his heart realizing maybe Stan didn't trust him as much.

Well that thought flew straight out of his mind the second he was able to see into the house. Slumped in a corner, sleeves rolled up to display the cuts, old and new, laid his best friend, 100% passed out.
"S-Stan!! W-Wh-what- oh gosh."
He ran over to the curly haired boy, shaking him once before cupping each cheek with his hands.
"C-c-c-come on please b-b-be alive. Stan p-p-pl-please wake up.

Bill sat for who knows how long, tears streaming down his face, begging his best friend to wake up . And after while, that's exactly what he did.

Stans eyes shot open, immediately shutting them back again due to the light. He groaned in pain, reaching for his arms.
"Shh Shh Shh don't do t-th-that. Breathe. I'm here. It's okay."
Bill attempted to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

"Bill?"
"Yeah it's me Stanny. I got you."
Stan whined, curling his face into Bill,
"Th-that was supposed to work. I'm sorry Bill."
"Shh Shh don't a-a-apologize. Why are y-you apologizing?"
"You have to take care of.....of me again."
"Hey, I-I love spu-spen-spending time with you, no matter what it is that we're doing."
Bill ran his long fingers through Stand curly hair.
"Here d-d-do this for me. Can you feel your heartbeat with your hand?"
Stan shakily placed his hand over his chest, nodding a slight bit.
"You f-fee-feel that? That b-beat. It's c-ca-called a purpose."

Stan choked a sob, clutching onto Bills blue long sleeved T, afraid to let go.
"Shh shhh Shh I g-got you. I g-got you." Bill wrapped his other arm around Stan.

"Stanny?"
Bill whispered, careful of the words he used.
"Can you t-t- tell me why? Why yyou did this a-again?"
"I dunno....the pills were just there, and so was the blade..."
Bill reached over, pushing the shiny piece of metal out of the curly haired boys sight.

"And I'm not important. Yeah sure...some of you may miss me for a bit...but eventually I'll be fo...forgotten...just like Neibolt."
Hearing him say this broke Bills heart.
"Hey stan? Can you l-lo-lo-look at me f-for a second?"
He complied, tilting his head, watery eyes meeting bright green ones.

"I would NEVER forget you."
Without a stutter or a second thought, Bill pulled Stan into a kiss. Not a kiss of lust or wanting, just a sweet kiss of love, and of understanding. Bill poured everything into that kiss, feelings he could never express through words, and the pure love he felt for the boy sitting in front of him.

Stan pulled away first, lips lingering for just a moment as he put their foreheads together.
"Woah...."
He mumbled as Bill giggled, nuzzling their noses together. A tear slipped down stans face after he had slumped back onto bills lap.
"Hey shhh, w-what's wrong?"
Bill cooed, wiping the tear away.
"You don't deserve this Bill. I should just disappear. It's just not worth it all. It's so much...." he breathed in, a few tears sliding down his face. Bill held him a bit tighter.
"Pain....I just don't....I'm only 16 bill. There's so much to go."
He sobbed.

"Yeah m-maybe there is b-bbut hey, we-we can do it t-together."
Stan looked into Bills green eyes, hope buried beneath all the hurt.
"Yeah...Ive got you."
Stan closed his eyes, pulling closer to Bill, who did the same, fingers still tangled in Stans hair.

"You want to go home now, Angel? I don't know how long you've been here..."
"Since Midnight..." Stan muttered, looking away.
"Yeah...lets g-ggo. You can s-sstay at mine tonight, alright?
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Bill prepared the bathroom for Stan to shower, making sure each razor was hidden.
"Can I come in bill?"
Stan asked, knocking once on the door.
"Y-yeah s-shu-shu-sure."
He stuck his curly head in, a dull look in his eyes, but his lip twitched once up in a small
grateful smile.

"Oh-okay so the pa-pajamas are on the c-counter wit-with the towel. A-and-"
"Hey Bill?"
Stan questioned, barely above a whisper.
"Yeah?"
"Can you...can you stay in here....just in the bathroom I-I guess. I'm sorry that's weird I just....I have bad experiences with bathrooms and I....I'm sorry."
"Nono! He-hey of course I-I'll stay. W-whatever helps oh-okay? We're in this t-together remember?"
Bill smiled sweetly, eyes gazing into Stans.

"....thank you....do you mind...leaving for a minute?"

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After Stan had finished, the two boys were curled up in Bills blue-comforted bed, limbs tangled together.

"Hey S-Stan?"
Bill asked, placing a sweet kiss on Stans hair.
"Yeah Bill?"
"How would-would it b-be if I c-c-called you my b-b-boyfriend?"
"Only if I can call you mine."
He looked up from Bills chest, each one gazing into the others eyes.

Stan made the first move this time, sitting up a bit straighter and placing a hand on bills cheek. The boys eyes flickered down to Bills lips, then back up to his eyes, asking for permission. Bill only blinked slowly, smiling. And that was enough for Stan.

He leaned in, connecting their lips, a true smile on his face.