Our Little Bumble Bee || Poly Losers

chapter one

warning: slight angst??

richie was at work almost all day. his boss called him in unexpectedly and he was super upset because of that.

he didn't want to go back to work for another 12 hours after a 10 hour shift just one day ago. this was the second time and he just couldn't do it. as soon as richie drove himself home, there were tears pricking in his eyes. he was tired and he was vulnerable. he wasn't feeling motivated from the start but his job only made it worse.

richie stepped out of the car, slamming it shut. he only saw bill and stanley's cars in the driveway, meaning one of them or maybe even both of them were home, but he didn't care. he just wanted to cry to himself and go to his safe place.

walking inside of the house, he shut the door, his hand shaking. he didn't realize he was shaking, nor crying, until he felt a hot tear drop onto the side of his thumb as he shut the door. he quickly scattered towards the couch, taking a seat.

he wasn't paying attention to anything. not even the tv. he focused on his breathing. why was he getting so upset over going to work? why? couldn't he have just gone and came back? he needs money to help the other losers.

he wanted to ask for help from stan or bill, knowing one of them were home, but he was already a nuisance to them,, to everyone he knew... or so he thought. his thoughts were closing in on him, and he was feeling short of breath.

"fuck—.." he whimpered, biting his lip. he just decided to push his feelings off and lie down on the couch. he did so, covering himself with the blanket provided on the couch. soon, he was sleeping soundly.

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a few hours had past.. and stanley had heard a noise coming from the kitchen that woke him up from upstairs. he looked at the clock, which read 12:08 am and yawned.

"the guys must be back now.." stanley thought as he took the cover off of himself. he headed over to open the door as the pattering of footsteps began to echo in the staircase. he furrowed his eyebrows and yawned "beverly, eddie, bill- guys stop being so loud.." he then shut the door.

as stanley was headed back to his bedside, he heard a knock on the door. not only that... muffled crying.

"what.." stanley whispered to himself out of confusion. he reached for the doorknob and slowly opened it, peeking out to see who it was.

richie was standing there, crying with a small blanket in his right hand and a fuggler teddy bear in the other. it put stanley in full alpha protective mode.

"richie, what's wrong?" he asked, worried for his boyfriend. he grabbed the shorter one's arm and tugged him inside of the room, gently. he took richie to the bed and sat him down.

hiccuping over a sob, richie could barely speak. he whined and covered his mouth with his hand, squeezing his eyes shut. he cried into stanley's shoulder as the older male hugged his fragile and vulnerable body.

"richie, talk to me what happened?"

the smaller boy choked on a cry and shook his head, whimpering softly. "i-i- n-no wan talk.."

this confused stanley. why was richie talking like this? like a child? "richie stop with the stupid voices.. just tell me what's wrong."

that hurt richie. he looked up at stanley and then at his feet "i-i can't s-stop!" he stumbled over his words. "it no my f-fault!"

the jew was now worried. what did he mean he couldn't stop? "okay, honey what do you mean you can't? talk to me- okay?"

richie was just feeling smaller by the second "i-i don't wan.." he whispered "no talk.."