I’ve been meaning to put this together properly for some time now, so finally, here is a list of my top Drarry fics. Definitely read through all the other works of these amazing writers. These are just my personal favourites. Enjoy! Hahahahah good luck ever doing anything else ever again.
First and foremost comes Saras_Girl like, I CAN’T EVEN. So, my top favourites of theirs:
(I don’t need to say anymore to pitch these. They are your bread and butter. READ THEM.)
Tales From the Special Branch by femmequixotic (E) When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they’ll have to work outside the confines of the law–even though they are the law.
(Aurors!Harry and Draco, forbidden fruit, case fic, lots of excellent smut, incredibly complex and well-written plot. I can’t even with this fic it’s so freaking good. Most recent in the series has just started posting but each individual fic is brilliant stand-alone. MASTERFUL. And so satisfyingly long. They have so many great fics, go read them allllll!)
Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrimson (E) Draco Malfoy is forced into hiding with the Golden Trio and dragged into their search for horcruxes. What ensues is a journey of redemption, unexpected friendships and an unwanted, turbulent romance with Harry Potter. Warnings for swearing, sexual content, and dark themes.
(7th year AU. Really well developed and reworked to include Draco. One of my drarry firsts and an all-time love.)
Running on Air by eleventy7 (T) Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.
(So, I’m not great at reading T-rated fics… I actually read this one by accident. I am so glad I did. Beautiful fic. Melancholy and lovely and just yes.)
Against All Oddsby momatu (E) Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.
(Momatu really does their research and creates a vivid world with great development between Harry and Draco. Highly recommend trawling through their work and reading it all. Massive thanks to @siriusly-not-over-remus for reccing this to me!)
One Touchby Fleetofshippyships (M) An unexpected incident late one night sets off a series of events that could save one young man in desperate need of help, even if doing so may destroy the other.Harry commits an act of great violence, but doesn’t remember why. Malfoy urges him to run, and takes the blame instead. The most obvious explanation makes no sense, and it only gets more complicated from there.What follows is their struggle to trust and open up to one another while dealing with dangerous and invasive magic; when stepping wrong and losing control, even if only for a few moments, could have severe consequences for them both.
(8th year AU. Fantastic concept for plot and really well developed idea. Another one to absolutely check out a load of their work. I also highly recommend by them:
Restraint (E) Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it. Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.
(8th year AU. Great angst and enemies to lovers progression. Drinking. Games. A hella lot of rough sex. This is a smuuuuut fic. I also helped beta this fic because it was so good and I couldn’t wait for updates.)
Balance, Imperfect by bixgirl1 (E) When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.
(Auror!Harry, Physiotherapist!Draco. I totally got @sirussly to read this and she loved it, closet hardcore Drarry shipper right there. I LOVE @bixgirl1 I cannot explain. All the stuff by them is just fantastic. Especially:
They are also in the middle of a collab with the wonderful @l0vegl0wsinthedark on a super cute and super smutty Virgin!Draco series on here (search either of their blogs under the ‘virgin draco’ tag.)
Speaking of!l0vegl0wsinthedark has a whole load of great fics (all the good smut). Absolutely worth working your way through it all!)
Draco Sodding Malfoyby Shewhxmustnxtbenamed (M) Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco’s ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.
(So. Cute. Domestic bfs. Also very worth checking out @shewhomustnotbenamed and their drarry videos hallooooooo)
Azoth by zeitgeistic (E) Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.
(Hogwarts Apprentices!Drarry. Animagus magic. SO GOOD GUH. I really love the idea for Harry’s animagus and the progress is so excellent.)
Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (E) Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.
(MindHealer!Draco. THE BIG LEAGUES SO GOOD YES. Excuse me while I go read this again. OKAY BUT LOADS OF THEIR OTHER STUFF TOO ESPECIALLY:
The Vanishing Department(E) The things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, even if that involves a lot more form-filling, bickering, covert glancing, miscommunication, and flying furniture than we might expect.
(Brilliant characterisation of Draco and really interesting idea. YES.)
House Proud by astolat (E) His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.
(OKAY, I LOVE THIS. WIZARD HOUSES ARE THE SHIT AND THIS IS SO CLEVER YES. REALLY FREAKING GOOD BANTER BETWEEN HARRY AND DRACO. Also other stuff by them like:
Eclipse by Mijan (T) Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius’s imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It’s the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco’s world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.
(6th year AU. Pre-HBP. Another accidental T read with 0 regrets. I LOVED this, SO MUCH.)
A Year In Training by Omi_Ohmy (M) Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.
(Aurors!Drarry: Harry’s pissed off Draco is better than him. I’m sure you can see where this goes…)
Eternally Consistent by kitsunealyc (E) Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy’s doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.
(Unspeakables!Harry&Draco: Nice swift enemies to lovers progression, goooood!)
Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E) It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?
(Really nice development of Draco, and fun plot! Definitely worth going through their other works too, some really great stuff!)
Strangeness and Charm by FeelsForBreakfast (E) One November night during his eighth year at Hogwarts, Draco ends up in the forbidden forest. That’s how it starts. or: If two boys fall in love in a magical forest, does it still make a sound?
Strange Bedfellowsby hurt_mod and ravenclawsquill (E) When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.
(Addict!Draco. All the good angsttttt.)
Boom Clap (The Sound of my Heart) by femmequixotic and noeon (E) Post-war Hogwarts has been energized by its new teaching fellows program. Where once bitter enmity divided the wizarding community, Malfoy and Potter chummily patrol hallways together whilst Granger and Zabini seek lost parts of the castle at McGonagall’s behest and Chang supervises Quidditch when not lecturing in Charms. It’s a veritable wizarding utopia and life is predictable for the first time in years. Which is, of course, when everything blows apart as the result of a drunken dare and Malfoy’s life is ruined beyond his capacity to repair it. Ever. In a million years.
(TeachingFellows!Harry&Draco: Drinking games wohooooo!)
Lift Your Open Hand by firethesound (M) With Draco Malfoy as his assigned partner for the next six weeks of Auror training, Harry had been prepared for things to go poorly. But getting themselves accidentally bonded to each other in the first twenty minutes of their very first assignment seemed going above and beyond, even for them.
(Aurors!Drarry. Who doesn’t love a good magical bonding fic?? Lots of great works, also recommend:
A Convenient Impracticality (E) Somehow Harry ends up agreeing to a fake relationship with his ex-nemesis-turned-friendly-acquaintance-with-benefits, except for some reason it involves an awful lot of actual dating and, sadly, not much sex. Confused? Harry is too, but when has anything with Draco Malfoy ever been as straightforward as it seems?
(Aurors!Drarry, That good fake relationship trope. *thumbs up*) The Light More Beautiful(E) Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.
(Sort of 6th year AU, then post-war Aurors!Drarry. Really interesting speciality for Draco and great development)
I will keep updating this as I remember more/find more great fics. If you have any requests for specific types of fic, hmu and I’ll see if I can help :)
>Preds that NEED to eat you, right now, right at this moment and they’re very whiny and impatient about it.
>They’ll pull you close, open their mouths wide to show you just where they want you– down that hungry throat. Their tongue will graze over your face slowly, tasting and savoring you. A breathy, hot sigh and patting their belly will show their satisfaction for your taste.
>They try their best to pull you in, but you manage to pull away- making them growl and whimper some more. You can hear their starving, groaning belly aching for you even as you run.
>They call for you, snarling and begging you to come back!! No worries… they’ll catch up.
>Once they catch you, their grip is much stronger and they croon with delight at your presence- smirking as they tell you how much they missed you~
>And in you go, crammed into that mouth as that predator whimpers so vocally and happily at your taste. If they could, they’d be moaning as they swallow you, enjoying how you fill them already.
>After you’ve curled up in your new fleshy, grumbling prison, you can easily hear your captor purring away, panting, groaning- just so loud with their enjoyment. Rippling, humid, full belches leave them, making their belly much more snug for you as it starts to churn.
>They admire their wide waist, murmuring and complaining about how you’ll ruin their figure~ or how chubby you’ll make them. Ohh, but you just feel so good in there.. they couldn’t possibly let you out! Better get comfortable..kekeke
Hey can I have some headcanons for stenbrough trying to hide the fact they're dating even though it fucking obvious with a bit of reddie too thanksss
Hope this is okay, nonny!
- So, even though they hang out with the entire Losers’ Club most of the time, Stan, Bill, Richie and Eddie still had their weekly movie night. Except Richie and Eddie started mysteriously cancelling on them for weird reasons.
- “Eddie had to go to the dentist.”
- “At 8pm?!”
- So, Stan and Bill start spending a lot of time together. It’s a little awkward at first, because they’re so used to hanging out as a group, but it’s also really nice.
- Bill notices that Stan is actually really funny if he doesn’t have to compete with Richie’s spitfire of jokes. He also notices that he does this shy smile after he makes a joke that’s honestly the cutests thing he has ever seen.
- Stan notices that Bill sometimes goes a whole film without stuttering when they are together, and he honestly feels so peaceful around him.
- Bill knows about Stan’s OCD and if he sees that anything is bothering him, they immediately fix it and he makes sure it stays that way for the next time Stan comes over.
- Stan was on snack duty, so now he always makes sure to bring Bill’s favourite candy. They both like really sour candy and see who can eat the most at one time.
- Every time they watch a film, they sit closer together until they’re just kind of snuggled up but neither of them acknowledges it yet. Then one night, Bill just kind of takes Stan’s hand in his. Stan looks up and kisses his cheek and that’s how Stenbrough is born. Very soft and slow, but with a force of love.
- They want to keep it a secret at first, because everything is perfect the way it is and they don’t want anything to change. However, they are horrible at keeping secrets.
- The Losers notice that they are always sitting super close together even if there is plenty of space. They are also always touching, not in an obscene way, but just sublte things: their knees are always touching, Bill will absently place his hand on Stan’s leg while he explains something, Stan holds onto Bill’s pinky when they’re walking somewhere.
- Bev is the first to notice and she shares her suspicions with Ben who tells it to Mike.
- They also do very romantic couple things in front of the others without noticing it. Bill will hold the door open for Stan and only Stan. One time he let it fall close in Richie’s face and Eddie had to use his inhaler he was laughing so hard. But, then he sees that Richie actually got hurt and he gets very worried.
- “I’m sorry for laughing, are you okay, Babe?”
- “Babe?!!” Everyone shouted (except for Bev, because Richie told her right away)
- So, that’s the day the Losers found out about Reddie. But, it’s also the day that Richie and Eddie started to suspect that something was going on between Stan and Bill..
- Stan and Bill do the most obvious things without realising how obvious they are. Like Stan will show up in Bill’s denim jacket which is a few sizes too big for him and they catch him smelling it every so often. And Bill can’t stop talking about Stan for five minutes
- “Stan was teh-teh-telling such a guh-good joke the o-other day.”
- “If you like him so much, why don’t you marry him?” (Richie ofc)
- Bill got all blushy after that and his stuttering became so bad, he couldn’t talk for about twenty minutes.
- Things get so obvious that the rest of the Losers think about staging an intervention, but they also don’t want to force them.
- After two months, they agree to tell the Losers about it. They’re cackling about how surprised the rest is going to be if they find out, but the joke’s on them! Not even Ben pretended to be surprised.
- They were all happy for them though, and Stan, Bill, Richie and Eddie’s movie night turned into their weekly double date.
Summary: Stan loves the Reader but hides it and is really good at hiding it. The Reader doesn’t know and Stan finally tells Reader.
Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader
Warnings!: I dunno
A/N: It didn’t frEAKING SAVE
Stanley watched your bright eyes watch with interest and admiration as Ben spoke about his newest poetry ideas and writing. He’d been glancing up at you from time to time while he wrote about what birds he’d seen that day. In many ways have you caught his attention, you’ve laughed, smiled, talked, anything could get him to go back to watching you with lovestruck eyes.
Though he knew you were oblivious to his subtle hints of his love your you, he’d still try his best to tell you and through many failed attempts, he learned that it’d be easier to just leave it alone.
So now here he was, watching you talk with others while his pencil was pressed against the lined paper of his journal softly. He traced your features while the sun lined your hair, eyes, nose, and lips with a bright yellow glow. With his eyes, he stared in awe at your beauty, and with his hand, he traced out your features carefully onto his paper mindlessly.
As he came to realize he had been sketching you, he dropped his pencil and grabbed his eraser to furiously rub the surface of the paper. His eyebrows furrowed as he frustratedly cleared the page of the eraser shavings. You heard his pencil drop and looked behind you to see Stanley staring down at the page with his head in his hands. You could almost see the grimace cross his face in disgust. As he looked toward you, you gave a smile and he flushed before subtly returning the gesture.
After you’d looked away, he slowly looked down at the page with hesitance. There were slivers of you littering the former outline. He’d erased most of it but the chest tightening feeling was still there like the small traces of you were still visible. He sighed and let his head fall onto the book with an annoyed sigh. Stanley had never been so upset about any of his mistakes, seeing as he’s the one that always said to learn from them. But what could he learn from being embarrassed about liking you? Learn that you’d never like him that way?
Stan stared down at the paper for a second before grabbing his pencil from off the ground to begin writing on the same page. He leaned his head against his palm and mindlessly wrote down his feelings, his casually cursive handwriting moving in swirls like water.
He would always write “crappy” poetry about you when he’d get upset or just plain lovestruck. You’d take his breath away yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell you about his feelings. But your smile would bring something unnamable into his heart, something he couldn’t quite understand. You were a saint and everyone in the Losers Club knew, including Richie, who’d never admitted it but he knew.
You were a lovebird, a dove so sweet and pleasing. Then a meteor shining brighter than a sun, the fallen star that brought hope to the Losers. Showing them that any wish or aspiring dream could come true even in the darkest of times.
Because somehow, you’d always manage to bring some kind of hope into his and the other’s lives. The white feathers of your personality would leave its mark on the boy’s bluebird nest. But Stan was afraid to fly, for if he did, you’d fly too fast and leave him on the branch of loneliness by himself. And the shine of your fiery passing reminded him of a star, but you were something far greater. A meteor meant to take out even the most beast of humans with one bright smile. You were a blessing upon his life, the Goddess that lead him through the maze of childhood.
Stan wished he could impress you, but that would never happen. He’d get even the slightest of anxiety just staring at you, so how could he impress you? Make you love him the way he did for you?
He sighed and held his head again, pushing his pencil back down and pausing his writing. It would never be shown to you, so what was the point? There are so many others with better skills that could prove to you their love and win you over in a matter of seconds. Hell, even Richie, a trash mouth, could win your time over faster than Stan could ever even speak to you.
“It’s guh-good,” A voice appeared next to Stan and he’d finally noticed that Bill had been sitting next to him. Stan flinched and shut the book closed while his friend shifted to sit straighter next to him. “Yuh-yoh-you should show the-them.(Y/N), I muh-mean.”
Stanley stared down at the page before slipping it over to his side, “I can’t.” Bill watched his uptight friend for once worry for himself and not the others. “You… it’s too risky, they’ll never like me anyway.” Bill pursed his lips and stared ahead at the trees.
“I bet yuh-you’re wrong,” Bill’s lips quirked into a subtle but noticeable smile. Bill hung out with you more than anyone besides Ben, he was like a younger brother to you and he’d make sure you were okay every day. And every day, he’d listen to you ramble about your interest in Stanley. The close kept boy who cared but was left out most of the time interested you with his eyes that looked so happy when he’d finally see a rare bird, or when he’d smile from the dorkiest jokes he made. He was just plain beautiful in your eyes, but only Bill knew.
“I bet I’m right. I mean, look, Bill. I’m scared to talk to them and they probably think I hate them,” Stanley stared at the ground while his head hung lowly. Bill sighed and put a hand on Stan’s shoulder, squeezing it for him to look over.
“Tuh-talk to her, Stan. Trust muh-muh-me,” Bill smiled and patted his back before standing up and rolling his sleeves back up. He pursed his lips before smiling once again, “Good luh-luck.” As he turned around to walk away, Stan smiled to himself with a sudden adrenaline of courage.
Stan cleared his throat and stared at a dove flying overhead. His eyes widened and though he had a set religion, he believed that certain birds brought luck, and doves symbolized love and luck. Something he needed right now. Stanley stood up and took a deep breath before walking over to you.
You sat with Beverly, talking about life and how much you enjoyed the day. Stan held his hands behind his back and he fiddled with them. That courage practically disappeared at the sight of your smiling face. His eyes scanned you a second before clearing his throat of a forming lump.
“Uh, (Y-Y/N). Can I talk to you for a second?” Stan’s breath hitched but he tried his hardest to speak fluently. You looked up at him and smiled with a nod as Beverly got up to leave. Once she left, you stood up and walked with Stan to a far part of the Quarry.
“What did you need, Stan?”
He stammered and you felt your heart racing at the sight of his cheeks flushing pink. Your small interest gradually turned into the crush you feared. He’d never like you the way you liked him, right?
summary: “do an eddie and richie meeting in college au fic!” thanks, anon
eddie buried himself deeper in his jacket. the little glowing open sign seems like it’s laughing at him. the neon red letters distort themselves into manic grinning faces, mocking eddie for his inability to open the door and walk in. through the window he can see people gathered in chairs, a short queue at the counter, and the smell of coffee wafts out into the cold autumn’s night air. it was just a quaint little coffee shop, right outside of campus where some students worked easy jobs and others studied, and bill promised him a job this morning
could you write a modern stan/bill fic as teenagers? maybe them just hanging out alone on a weekend or something? thx!
Stan Uris had no idea how he did it.
Yes, friends and neighbors, Stanley Uris had no idea how he managed to constantly put himself in such completely hopeless situations.
It had sort of started, he had explained to Richie on the phone a night or so ago, when Bill had said that he was all on his lonesome on Saturday, those were his words, all on his lonesome, and he didn’t like the feeling much, so Stan had been unable to resist, and he’d asked if Bill was, um, on his lonesome all DAY Saturday. And Bill had said yeah, that’s what that turn of phrase means, Stuh-Stuh-Stuh-Stan, and Stan had almost died, you know that feeling you get when you see a big drop that you know you won’t ever take, but your stomach sinks down farther than the center of the earth? Well that’s what it was like, Richie, and so anyways Stan had asked Bill over for the day, from around twelve to whenever Bill wanted, and Bill had smiled and oh Richie you know Stan can’t resist that smile Bill uses sometimes, he knows the one, and said that the plan sounded fine, Stan, he’d just take a few laps in the pool before he headed over and come straight to Stan’s. And Stan had been a dumbass and not heard anything and just agreed, and long story short Stan was now spending what looked like over five hours with Bill over at his house doing absolutely nothing.
The explanation had been met by peals of laughter from the Tozier phone, before Richie said, “yowza, boss, sounds like you need some… I don’t even know what!” And then Richie had laughed some more and there had been a click and he was gone.
It was a day later, and Stan was obsessively cleaning his room to get ready. His parents weren’t home, as they usually weren’t on Saturdays, since Andrea had bridge at the synagogue and Donald had whatever Donald did in his spare time, thank God above, so that was one thing out of the way.
Stan placed the last pillow where it was meant to go, tongue sticking slightly out between his lips as it always did when he was deep in thought, before he stood back to look at his room. Good… well, acceptable, at least, for now. He started to sit down on his bed when he heard a knock on the door, at which he jumped up and ran to the door as quickly as possible.
“Hey, Bill, hi!” Stan smiled, his energy suddenly amped at the anticipation the rest of the day are starting to give him. “How’re you doing!”
Bill looked down at the short boy, the way he was slightly hanging on the door, in interest, before he stepped past Stan and inside at Stan’s invitation. “I’m guh-guh-good,” he began, putting his swimming duffel bag down before Stan immediately picked it back up again and slung it over the coat hooks. “The p-p-hool was nuh-nice. Very nice for luh-l-laps.”
Stan blinked at Bill for a moment, collecting himself from his internal monologue of ‘oh, my God, Stan, Bill Denbrough is in your house and he’s going to be here for a long time forward and you’re all alone together, what’re you going to do?’ to say, “oh, good! I’m glad.”
They both stood in silence for a bit, before Bill started up to Stan’s room with the owner trailing behind in an attempt to keep up at an appropriate distance.
“Whaddya want to do?” Stan asked as loud as he could muster- which was, at the moment, not very loud, but still- in order to be heard over Bill running up the wood stairs in his shoes. Why didn’t Bill take off his shoes? He should have taken off his shoes-
“I duh-dunno, pruh-p-pruh
probably juh-hust hang out and chuh-ch-chill with y-you, Stan.”
Stan’s heart skipped a beat after Bill shot his sideways smile at him, and he coughed into his hands as he opened to door to his room.
“Yeah, uh, sounds good,” he said huskily, sitting down next to the taller boy and gesturing at his charger so that Bill could plug his phone in. Bill gave him a grateful look, before leaning over him to reach the cord.
Stan’s stomach flipped when Bill leaned over him, the redhead’s shoulder brushing his torso and his other hand on Stan’s knee to keep himself balanced while he plugged in his phone. It was all over before Stan had gotten a chance to fully freak out over it, but his heart rate had still skyrocketed.
“No problem, Big Bill.”
The two boys sat side by side in a somewhat awkward silence, Stan sitting stick straight with his hand resting absently on the knee Bill had touched.
Fumbling for a way to save the moment, Stan said, “H-How was your swimming? The, uh, the swimming season starts soon, right?” Bill nodded, running a hand through his damp hair.
“Uh-huh,” he replied casually. “I’m trying tuh-to make s-s-suh-sure I’m ready enough. I’ve g-g-got a feeling I-I’ll really have to w-wuh-work hard this year.” He frowned apologetically at Stan. “I pruh-hobably won’t h-have so m-muh-much free t-time.”
Stan sucked in a sharp breath, tittering a bit nervously and trying not to seem disappointed his few precious moments alone with Bill would be cut down even more. A thought raced across the front of his mind for a moment, and he shivered. What if this is it? What if this is when you finally break apart? Friends don’t last forever, you gotta move on eventually, this might be it, Stan. The nail in the coffin.
“B-Bummer,” the smaller boy said. “Maybe you overwork yourself, Bill. With all these advanced classes and- and going to parties, and now swimming… How’re you gonna keep up with all that?”
“I could ask you the same question, Stanley,” Bill quipped, his lips growing into a smirk, and Stan rolled his eyes, his default response to most things.
“That’s different,” he huffed, and Bill just chuckled, looking fondly at Stan and putting his chin in his hands.
“Nuh-not very,” he answered. “You d-do a lot, too. Wuh-hith your all AP cluh-hasses and your duh-d-debate club and b-birdwatching and ruh-ruh-r-running and-”
“Okay, we get it,” Stan broke in. And then, quieter, “and anyways, debate club isn’t that time-consuming.”
Bill chuckled and rolled his eyes back at Stan, saying, “I thuh-th-think it is.. I cuh-could never do it.”
Stan huffed again, saying, “well, maybe not, but you don’t need debate. Everyone already believes you automatically. And listens to you… also automatically.” Stan felt another rush of envy at his own proclamation, knowing that it was true and hating that he knew it. He wished people listened to and respected him like they did Bill.
“I guh-g-guess thats truh-hue, but it’s b-buh-b-better to deh-hebate than to have p-p-p-people blindly follow y-you. ‘T’s not fuh-hun.” Bill patted Stan’s knee twice more, before laying backwards on the bed wrong-ways and continuing to look at his phone.
Stan felt his cheeks flare up again, and he weakly followed suit, nervously tapping at his phone as he stole glances at Bill every once and awhile.
Stan liked Bill better like this- when they were with the others, Bill put on the face of the fearless leader who knew everything and never needed help. He was suddenly wonderful in every way and perfect, without any faults, absolutely amazing… and also very stubborn and arrogant, in some ways. He didn’t listen to Stan when he criticized, telling him “not to be so negative” or letting Richie go off on him for it, although he usually did put a stop to it eventually. Stan was definitely the pessimist of the group, Mike being the realist, and the rest of them being what Stan jokingly referred to as “filthy optimists” sometimes. They were all grim and wary in their personal ways from their encounters with It, that was for certain, but Stan’s pessimism and sadness were more deeply-rooted, if it was even possible for it to be so- after all, are there roots lower down than the roots of the fear they all carried in each other and themselves? Stan didn’t think so. So Stan liked Bill better when they could ignore the roots of their fears and just have a little down time.
He didn’t want to make them sound like superheroes, but truly, Stan thought that teenagers go through quite a lot nowadays and between school and extracurriculars and, well, what they did after basically saving their world, hanging out with a good friend or two really fell off of the to-do list.
Stan saw a text pop up from Bill, and he swiped it away without reading it, nudging Bill playfully. “We’re right next to eachother, Bill,” Stan said. “What’s up with that?”
“I just- I duh-d-dunno. Suh-sometimes I d-d-hon’t want to deal wuh-w-with my stuh-stuh-st-”
“Stutter,” Stan finished, smiling warmly at Bill’s sheepish face. “Well, that’s okay, but… I don’t mind, Bill.” That was far from the truth- Stan thought, had always thought, Bill’s stammer was extremely hypnotizing. The way his brow furrowed when he focused, how Stan could somehow predict whenever Bill would trip or make it through a sentence, the fashion in which Bill bit his lip when he listened to someone speak in order to try to mimic their rhythm.
Stan saw the way Bill looked at Richie and him when they were talking- Richie and Stan tended to talk quickly to eachother, often overlapping their voices in their speed to get words out and speaking just fast enough to make out the words. He saw how jealous he looked. Stan figured it was because Bill wanted to be able to communicate as seamlessly and as fast as the two black-haired boys could, but maybe that wasn’t the case; another, deeper part of Stan wanted Bill to be looking because he was pay attention to Stan, how he moved and talked, how he acted. How Stan looked. But Stan always knew, Bill looked because he was amused with how fast Richie could talk to the only person who could understand him when he did and talk back in kind. It couldn’t ever be another way.
Bill raised an eyebrow. “I muh-mean, I c-cuh- mind, so…” He trailed off, the silence letting Stan’s words dawn on him.
“Of- of course, yeah, dude, you do whatever’s comfortable for you, I…” Stan ruffled the hair on the back of his neck and sat up. “I mean, I didn’t want to say like, you know, you have to make people who don’t stammer comfortable, it’s just-”
A hand came up to Stan’s chest, pushing him backwards so he was laying down. “Chuh-ch-chill, Stan.” Bill’s low, somehow sure voice reverberated down his arm and onto Stan’s chest, sending a shiver up his spine. “I guh-get it. Just l-l-leave it.”
The smaller boy clutched his phone to his chest, over Bill’s hand. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I…”
“Got wuh-w-worked up again,” Bill finished, tapping a rhythm out on it an continuing to text. “You d-duh-do it a lot, Stan. Espuh-sp-specially around me.” There was a smile in his voice, and Stan felt his heart melt at the hold Bill’s happiness over him, over all the kosers, really.
“What do you mean, especially?” Stan tried to sound annoyed, and he looked up from his Instagram, which he’d been formatting.
“Nuh-nuh-nevermind.” The smile was still clear in Bill’s voice.
Stan huffed, for what felt like the millionth time that day, and tried to seem serious as he leaned over the redhead. “Bill, seriously, tell me.” He put a hand on Bill’s phone, ready to take it away for leverage. Stan always seemed desperate for some kind of leverage over something, didn’t he? Always tired of being the little guy. Even Richie, who was renowned for being tiny, was taller than him. He, of course, as he did most things, hated it.
Bill kept his mouth shut, however, and shook his head. “It’s nuh-not important, Stuh-Stanley.” Stan didn’t reply, just took Bill’s phone and started to lift it up. That’d show him, Stan thought drily, since he clearly can’t just reach up and get it. You’re a genius, Stanley Uris.
Quickly as Stan’s heart sped up, Bill tucked an arm around Stan’s waist and pulled him down. With their bodies pressed flush, Bill laughed at Stan’s look of disbelief.
“Nothing!” Stan sounded so affronted Bill had to laugh. “I don’t care, do I look like I care? ‘Cause I don’t.”
Bill cocked an eyebrow. “Suh-so you don’t care if I do… this?” He tipped upward, putting a hand on the back of Stan’s head to get him closer, and pressed a short, sweet kiss onto the boy’s pouty lips.
Stan jerked back, sitting back and putting his fingers over his mouth.
“Did you do that?” He asked, the disbelief clear in his voice. “No, seriously, did you just do that?”
Bill nodded once, twice, and showed his perfectly white teeth as he smile. “I did.”
“And… to me?”
Bill started laughing at Stan’s somehow offended expression and he covered his mouth as best he could and Stan couldn’t help but join in.
The text still lay unread.
It read, ‘i really wanna kiss you right now’, and Stan would read it later and feel his chest bubble up in laughter and sheer love and lay back on his bed, and he’d text back, ‘i did too.’
Correction: Stanley Uris had no idea how he managed to constantly put himself in such completely wonderful, beautiful, compromising situations.