richiesluvr

[richiesluvr]

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[richiesluvr]

hi loves!

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i personally have no issue interacting with people i have an age difference with, as long as it’s nothing too dramatic. then again, if you are an adult saying things towards me that i find highly uncomfortable, i will be communicating that with you and i need you to be able to respect my wishes.

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hating is pathetic.

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xoxo, m <3

[richiesluvr]

*. * · richie tozier! *. * · richie tozier! *. * · peter parker (andrew)! *. * · chase davenport! *. * · oc x oc! *. * · stiles stilinski! *. * ·

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i’m always open for recommendations! :)

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[richiesluvr]

“in the middle of the night, just call my name i’m yours to tame.”

based off the song by elley duhé.

a/n: SMUT WARNING !!! THIS IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT SMUT!! peter parker (andrews) x oc, oc’s pronouns are she/her and in this universe andrew’s peter’s suit works the way that tom’s peter’s does!

as lilimar walked through the streets of new york, she felt a slightly off feeling. maybe it was due to the fact that it was 11:30 at night and she was in a short, tight black dress. her hair in its natural, thick curls and she had high black heels on her feet.

the only reason she was out tonight was because she wanted to go to a party, but turns out once she arrived the cops came and her ride left her stranded.

it took all her strength to not burst into tears then and there, she was an attractive teen girl walking by herself late at night. who knows what could happen to her?

she prayed silently that she would make it home safe tonight.

“hello sweetheart, you’re not lost are you?” a deep voice spoke from behind her.

she whipped around and was met with the unnerving smile of a middle aged man.

uncomfortably, she stepped back.

“no, i know exactly where i am, thank you.”

lilimar moved to turn around but the man grabbed her arm.

“let me take you home dear, or maybe to my place.” his face was close, far too close.

she felt his nasty breath on her neck and struggled in his grip.

“no thank you sir, really i’m fine.”

the man’s eyes darkened. “i’m trying to be nice. come with me willingly and i’ll be gentle.”

lilimar screamed.

she screamed as loud as she possibly could, praying to catch the attention of anyone so she wouldn’t have to deal with this herself, what if she killed him, or even worse, got blood on her dress?

the streets were mostly empty so she kept screaming.

“shut up! shut the fuck up!” the man yelled clasping his hand around her mouth.

she chomped down hard and his hand retracted, he yelped in pain and looked at her with a terrifying gaze.

reaching into her bra, lilimar pulled out the pocketknife she never left the house without and opened it, pointing it at the man.

“come any closer and i’ll chop off your finger, or something else.” she threatened, motioning down to his crotch.

he looked shocked, “okay, okay i’m leaving.”

she motioned away with the knife and he finally left.

sighing heavily, she straightened her dress before continuing the walk, gripping the knife tightly.

she refused to let that encounter fuck her over, he was a coward of a man preying on a girl in a weak setting, so why let a coward get to her? her mother taught her better than that.

“sorry for not getting here faster. i heard your screams and got here as quick as i could. by the time i got here though you had a knife to him so i watched from afar to make sure he walked away.”

lilimar turned back around quickly, the knife up and the tip pressed against the neck of the person speaking.

“woah woah woah, i’m trying to help lili, it’s okay.”

she looked up at the man in awe, it was spiderman.

“no fucking way, spiderman?” she gasped.

“the one and only.” his voice was so hot.

it felt slightly disrespectful to be thirsting after this man minutes after what just happened but seriously, everything about him turned her on.

she had seen so many videos of him online and it was safe to say she was a whore for spiderman.

wait a minute, did he just say her name?

“how do you know me?”

“i want to say you know me too.” he replied.

“impossible, a sexy voice like that i’d definitely remember.”

“y-you think my voice is sexy?” his voice cracked and she smiled, deciding to flirt because well, he is spiderman.

“of course i do.” she told him, moving closed and pressing her hand to his chest, looking up at him through her lashes.

“uh, well how about you let me take you home, i want to know you made it back safe.”

“sure, but one thing, can you tell me who you are? i’m.. curious.”

he laughed, “it would take something big for me to tell you my identity, lili.”

grinning, she nodded, an idea popping head. although she wouldn’t use it just yet. “alright fine, be like that. you got a car or-”

she was cut off by her own scream.

he gripped onto her waist tightly and shot them up into the sky.

“you- you can just- drop me off- on the roof!” she tried between screams, this was definitely not what she had in mind.

he nodded and mere minutes later there she was, on the roof of her apartment complex.

he placed her down and jumped onto the side of the building.

this was her chance, her chance to get with the guy that’s been making her wet for days without realizing. and then, she went for her idea.

“wait!” she said before he had the chance to jump off.

he turned around, squatting on his toes, arms to the side and head slightly down.

god that’s hot, she wanted nothing more than for him to look up with those eyes. wait, is that weird? who cares, she has no shame in her sexual feelings.

inching closer to him, she placed her hand on his face and leaned in.

“if you tell me who you are, i’ll let you have sex with me. or is that not big enough for you?” she asked seductively.

his head moved up slowly, his reflective eyes pitch black.

lili didn’t know how much those words fucked with peter. this is the girl he had been dreaming of fucking since the first day of high school.

“are you.. sure you’re still going to want that when you see me?”

“believe me spidey, i’ve never been so sure of anything.”

taking a deep breath, he slid off his mask.

peter looked at her with such desperation, hoping he wouldn’t see any disappointment. to his surprise, she smiled.

“you know peter, i’m surprised i didn’t guess that.”

“what?”

“you’re a perfect spiderman, you’ve been a great person since day one, and fuck, you’re just as sexy without the mask.”

his eyes stared at her in shock, he was beyond turned on. a corner of his lips turned up in a smirk, it was time for her to hold up her end of the deal.

peter jumped off the ledge, and gripped her waist, hands slowly running down before stopping just at the end.

her breath was caught, lili swore she was so wet that she’d leak. looking at peter in class turned her on, and knowing he was spider man, the guy she spent nights on nights fantasizing nasty things about intensified the feelings by 100.

“god i bet you’re soaked, i can tell by how desperate you look. you offer yourself up like this to anyone else?” he asked in a low voice.

she shook her head, unable to form words. his head was brought down to her ear,

“good. now, you wanna take me to your room? or do you want me to fuck you here and now. bet you’d like that, having your body on display for everyone, huh?”

he spoke in such a demeaning tone and it made her weak to her knees. lili could tell peter would be a freak but offering sex on a roof top? that was so hot.

“you’re so fucking dirty parker. you call me desperate but you’re so desperate you might not even make it to my room. is sex on the roof more appealing to me or you?” she teased.

he grinned, “you’re right. i haven’t seen shit yet and i’m still rock hard.”

that much was obvious, lili could feel his dick poking her stomach through the suit.

“take it off.” she told him, and he did exactly that. he wanted this just as much as she did, if not more.

he pressed the spider symbol on his suit and it loosened from his body, and he quickly took it off fully. lili saw the size of him and gulped, he had to be at least 8 inches.

“fuck.” she almost moaned and immediately, she went on her knees, not giving two fucks about the gravel stabbing and scratching her knees.

grabbing his dick in her hands, she licked from the bottom to top, sucking on his balls for a little while pumping his dick with her hands. then, she massaged his balls with one and deep throated almost his entire length before going back to mostly the tip and using one hand to pump and she sucked and spit on it.

the sound of his heavy breathing, little moans, and praises were all she needed to keep going.

“wait, wait,” he called out and immediately she stopped, looking up at him. “get up.”

doing as told, she stood up. he went down on his knees and kept eye contact with her, his hands sliding up her legs, and then dress. he found her underwear, gripping it loosely before sliding it off.

lili flinched as the cool air hit her wetness and peter smiled at the sight.

he stood back up, grabbing both of her thighs and lifting her up, her legs wrapped around his waist and pussy was rubbing against the length of his dick.

he grabbed it, preparing to put it in and she adjusted her body to make room. peter looking her sharp in the eyes, hungry to feel her.

“you’re sure you want this?”

“never been more sure of anything.” she whispered in his ear, slowly, he put his full length in. giving her a moment to adjust to the size, he started with slow thrusts. she groaned in both pain and pleasure.

when it started to feel a bit better, she gave him a nod and he sped up.

“fuck lili, you feel so good.” he told her.

“god peter, yes, yes, don’t stop.” she whined.

the air was full of their moans and pleads, peter started to speed up and lili could feel everything in her, she gripped his shoulder tight before running her hand down his back and scratching it repeatedly as she moved up and down.

peter was weak, he wasn’t a virgin but all sex he had before this was never as good. it was almost like lilimar was magic, because how the fuck was it possible to feel so good? his dick throbbed as her walls started to clench around him.

“peter, i think- fuck i think i’m gonna-”

“no.” he told her, “you’ll cum when-” he was cut off by his own moan. “you’ll cum when i say so, okay?”

she nodded and tried her hardest not to cum all over his dick. he continued thrusting in and out, the scratching on his back stinging in the best possibly way.

lili’s mouth made its way to her neck and she began to kiss it between moans, placing little hickies along the way.

her tits were bouncing in his face, so he put one of them in his mouth, sucking and licking them as best as he could without removing his hands from her ass, which he spanked hard. she screamed loudly, enjoying the pain as he did it again, then again.

“fucking hell lili, yes,” he groaned loudly, she felt his dick throb hard and let out a loud moan, the angle he was hitting, the speed, the sounds he made, everything about it was perfect, she wasn’t sure she could hold it any longer.

“peter, please, oh fuck, please let me cum all over you.”

his face scrunched up and his head tilted back, “yes, let me feel you. lili, can i?”

knowing exactly what he was asking, she nodded.

having his approval, she released and legs shook violently. she then felt herself get filled with a warmness as peter let out a loud groan and final thrust. she was on birth control, so she wasn’t worried at all.

he put her down and she went down, licking his dick dry, then placing her fingers on her wet pussy and licking off all the liquid.

she smirked up at him, “next time we do this, can we try with you wearing the mask?”

[richiesluvr]

“40 days and 40 nights, i’ve waited for a girl like you to come and save my life. you were out of my league,”

inspired by the song by fitz and the tantrums

a/n: chase is 17 in this, this is an oc story and the mc has she/her pronouns, it also doesn’t follow any plot lines :)

ryan mizuhara was the popular girl. she was gorgeous, rich, and the kindest girl anyone has met.

everyone you asked in the halls would only have good things to say about her, she was so pure, like a walking ball of sunshine. anytime you saw her she had a bright grin on her face, lighting up the whole world.

she was everything chase davenport dreamed of.

he waited for the day she would really notice him, and maybe save him from himself. chase overthought everything. he could be a wreck at times and sometimes the only thing that brought him back to reality was ryan. but she was out of his league, and believe me, he knew that.

as he sat in math class, he couldn’t help but stare at the girl sitting diagonal from him. her beautiful complexion, her soft eyes, and the light smile that rested on her face even when nothing spectacular was happening.

she turned her head to the side when she felt someone’s eyes burn into her side and met the hazel eyes of a boy that made her heart skip.

chase davenport.

he was a dorky cute, not the type of guy she usually has her attention on, but there was something about this boy. she always sees him looking at him, but never does he speak to her. maybe he stares because he hates her, she doesn’t know. what she does know is every time she sees him, or is even in his presence she can’t resist a smile.

she smiled at him, hoping to later start conversation, and a look of panic went through his eyes. oh god, she caught me staring. she must think i’m so creepy. he frowned deeply and looked away from her.

oh no, was he not interested? she worried. she saw him looking at her and automatically assumed he was interested but the look of fear? anger? she wasn’t sure, clearly proved otherwise. to the outside world she may seem like a bundle of joy, but inside ryan mizuhara was a ball of worry. she was always scared of not being able to please everyone, and becoming a mean high school girl.

it was such a mean girl thing to assume he liked her just because she saw him looking, she could only hope now he didn’t hate her. ryan, he looked away from you. he didn’t put a knife to your throat. she tried to calm herself, but ryan couldn’t help but stress on the issue.

the bell rang snapping the two worried teenagers out of their thoughts. maybe i could talk to him in the halls? it is lunch now. no, don’t be creepy ryan.

but it was too late, as the two walked out the door last, ryan spoke up.

“chase!”

he whipped around at the sound of her silky voice, it was like a sweet tune in his ears, and his name being the word spoken only made it that much better.

“hi. hello.” he replied nervously as the two now began walking to no direct location.

“hi, i’m ryan.” she tried to introduce herself, although she was sure he already knew who she was.

“i know. i- i mean everyone knows you.” he laughed awkwardly.

“this may come as a weird question but-” she decided against asking him why he looked away. they didn’t even know each other, he must have millions of reasons to look away. not everything is about her. “you know what, never mind.”

“no,” he said. “you’ve got me curious. what is it?”

“it’s really not important, i’m sorry for wasting your time.” looking down in shame, she couldn’t help but still have a smile resting on her face. chase was even cuter up close.

“time with you is never a waste.” he whispered, hoping she wouldn’t hear. however, she of course did.

“you think so?” she grinned sheepishly, shooting her head up to look back in his eyes.

“um, well, yeah?” he answered hesitantly, embarrassed enough as is.

“so you don’t hate me then right?”

“hate you? what gave you that impression?” chase was shocked, and a little hurt. he could never hate her, even if he barely knew her.

“i don’t know, it’s stupid. i just, i always see you look at me, and today when i looked back, you looked well, i don’t know, grossed out.” she never let anyone see her like this, she always kept her worries inside. but with chase it was like she could finally be real, like he would be there to hold her up.

“no! never, i, i was just scared. i didn’t want you to think i was weird for looking at you.” he rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.

“why were you looking at me then?” she asked cluelessly.

“because you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” chase had never been so bold, he always thought over everything he said a million times before saying it. but it seemed he liked ryan so much he stopped functioning around her. or maybe he just felt like he could finally let go.

ryan’s face heated and she couldn’t hold in her grin, she got told she was beautiful everyday, but from chase it was something different.

“you think so?”

“i do, i really do.”

“chase,” she began to ask, worried it might be too soon. “would you like to maybe get dinner with me tonight? it doesn’t have to be a date or anything if you don’t want it to, i just, i want to get to know you.”

“i would love to. it’s a date.”

the two stared at each other with the purest look of affection, to everyone else their pupils might as well have been hearts, not knowing the life time of love they would supply one another.

[richiesluvr]

“i sit by myself, talking to the moon, trying to get to you. i know you’re somewhere out there, somewhere far away.”

inspired by the song by bruno mars

a/n: this is not a fanfic! it is a male ghost oc x fem oc bc i love when they can’t be together. if i had made this a book it probably would’ve ended sadly but i’m too lazy for that.

alina o’grady was a mess. it was the anniversary of her comfort youtuber, carter laughlin’s death, and the pain was still fresh as the day it happened.

she remembers two years ago when her friend called her to let her know how painful it was. alina had obviously not known him personally but it still felt as though she did, if that made any sense.

some nights she would talk to the moon about him, something she only did with the people she loved the most.

his death still felt unbelievable to her, he was only 2 years older than her and remembered when she had convinced herself and everyone she knew that they would be getting married.

13 year old alina was… definitely something.

tonight she was missing him a little extra so she got out of bed, and opened her window. sitting on the window sill, her legs dangled out of the house.

she looked up at the bright moon with sad eyes.

“i don’t understand why such great people are always taken so early. he was so young, you know? his whole life was there. i’m the same age as him this year, although he’s still technically a couple months older. i just, i wish i would’ve gotten the chance to meet him. i really liked him, not even just in a crush sort of way. well, of course that was one way, have you seen the guy? i’ll definitely be telling my kids about him, probably end up pulling up a picture like, ‘look kids! this was your mom’s first boyfriend!’”

she laughed at herself silently, but then heard a deeper laugh from behind her. she jumped and moved her head to look.

“what the fuck??” she whispered before turning back to face the moon. “i am not crazy, i heard someone.”

alina glared at the moon as if it was giving her an disbelieving look.

“i did! i swear i did!”

“sure you did.” a strangely familiar voice said.

her head snapped to the side of the voice but once again, there was no one behind her. her head moved as her eyes scanned her empty room, her heart pounding.

“look moon, did you start talking and i didn’t know? because there is no one in my room but i know i’m hearing someone. that leaves you to be the only suspect.”

the moon stared at her silently and she nodded, “okay, fine. if it wasn’t you then who was it?”

“me.” she heard someone say, right into her ear.

she immediately looked in that direction and was met with the deep brown eyes of a boy.

alina screamed and fell backwards into her room, her mom quickly burst into her room in her sleeping robe with a bat in her hands and a scared look on her face.

“what happened, who’s in here!” her mother yelled.

alina looked back in the place where she saw the boy and he was gone, her room was empty once again.

“uh, no one! sorry mom, i saw a spider.”

her mom sighed, “go to sleep kid.”

“i will, goodnight!”

mary left the room with a single glare towards her daughter.

“that was a close one.” alina jumped.

“who-who the fuck- carter?!” she whisper yelled, no, that can’t be, carter laughlin is dead.

“the one and only.” he grinned, his dimples on display.

his wavy brown hair was slightly messy, as it always was in his videos, and his lightly tanned skin looked so much paler in the moonlight.

“no, you’re dead.”

“i am. you know alina, i’ve always loved listening to your good old talks with the moon, and i’ve always been able to not laugh but the boyfriend thing? i couldn’t keep it in.” he laughed.

“how are you? what are you? how can i?”

“well, when i died i became a ghost and i kinda just heard you talking about me while walking and decided to stick around, um, i’m a ghost, and i’m not totally sure how you can see me, i’ve been talking to you for 2 years now and never once got a reply. i even ghost slapped you once and got no reaction.”

“you’ve been in my house, for two years?” alina was now so embarrassed, she was thankful for her darker skin and the terrible lighting so her blushing wouldn’t be terribly obvious.

“well, in and out. i like to visit my family but sometimes it gets really sad there and you can usually cheer me up.”

“..thanks.”

“you know, i’ve taken quite a liking to you over this past little while. i’m sure if we would’ve been good friends if i was still alive.”

“you think?” she smiled.

“i do.” he smiled back.

“i’m just so confused, why can i see you now after all this time?”

“maybe the moon was sick of hearing you talk about me so they decided to send you directly to me instead.”

alina glared at the moon, “i thought we were friends.”

“oh alina, don’t act like this isn’t a dream come true. i mean, you have me, your childhood crush right here talking to you.”

“but you’re dead.” she frowned and his smile faltered. “sorry, but it’s true.”

“be grateful.” he snapped. “i could leave you now to be with my parents and siblings.”

“you’re right, i’m sorry.”

“good.” carter now moved to sit on her bed. “you know, you have a very comfortable bed.”

“i know.” alina replied, sitting down next to him.

curiosity got the best of her and her hand moved towards him, weirded out he moved away.

“…what are you doing..?”

“i wanna see if i can touch you.” she smiled innocently and he laughed at how weird the situation was, but stayed still so she could try.

her hand, as expected, went straight through him.

“boo.” she frowned.

“isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

alina smiled and laughed slightly, never did she ever think she would be talking to the ghost of her favourite influencer.

“you know alina, it’s getting late, you should probably go to bed.”

“trying to get rid of me already, huh?” she grinned.

“of course, i should’ve gotten rid of you sooner.” he playfully rolled his eyes as she returned the gesture. “but seriously, you should head to bed. it’s about time i payed my family a visit anyway.”

“but carter.. what if i can’t see you tomorrow?” she asked worried.

“don’t worry, alina, i’ll make sure to continue bugging you until it happens again.”

she laughed and he smiled, “alright, goodnight carter.”

“goodnight alina.” her eyes shut, and she fell asleep quite quickly. “please don’t forget me if i can’t come back.”

[richiesluvr]

“ ‘do not enter’ is written on the doorway, why can’t everyone just go away? except you, you can stay.”

based off the song by alex g

a/n: y / n will have she/her pronouns in this! also, i got this idea from a tiktok :)

as their group huddled outside stiles’ door they saw the ‘do not enter’ sign up on his door, the sign he kept up every year on this day.

it was the anniversary of his mothers death and this year it hit harder than most, since this year stiles was 16.

his mother always talked to him about her plans for his 16th birthday because she thought 16 was the best year for a teenager.

he had always been so excited for his 16th when he was younger, counting down the days. however, when she passed it was his most dreaded year.

scott opened the door slightly,

“stiles? we- we brought you ice cream?”

“did none of you read the sign on the door?” stiles grumbled, his face buried in his sheets.

“we just want to help you stiles.” lydia spoke kindly.

“yeah, we’re your friends. we want to be there for you.” allison said.

“i don’t want, nor need your help.” he snapped, y / n’s heart felt heavy, she couldn’t stand seeing him like this.

she knew she had feelings for him for a while now, the only other person that knew was allison.

allison looked over at y / n with soft eyes and y / n frowned.

“do you wanna go see a movie? it might help distra-” scott was cut off when stiles spoke up again.

“god, why can’t everyone just go away!” y / n almost flinched at his cold tone, she was never used to seeing stiles like this and all she wanted to do was make it better.

“i’m sorry stiles, if you want to be alone right now then we will leave. you know where to find us if you want company.” y / n said motioning for the group to leave, they were all about to disagree but a stern look from her shut them up.

stiles looked up and his blood-shot eyes shattered her heart.

“wait,” his voice broke, “y-y / n, can you stay?”

lydia glared at y / n as she smiled gently, walking towards him.

allison elbowed lydia and the 3 walked out as y / n sat on stiles’ bed.

“how are you feeling, babe?”

the pet name almost put a smile on his face, but the ache in his chest wouldn’t let that happen.

“like shit.” he responded, moving over and motioning for y / n to lay with him.

hesitantly, she got up and did just that, their bodies now facing each other as they lied on their sides.

she now saw him up close the sadness on his felt like a bullet, how in the world could she help make him feel better? little did she know that her presence already brightened his mood slightly.

“im sorry about your mom, i know how much she meant to you.”

“i miss her, so much. i feel like every time i start to get over her death something happens to just make the ache come back.” her eyes fell to his lips as they quivered softly and she was tempted to kiss them to make them stop. she mentally scolded herself for picturing that when he’s in such a vulnerable state.

without thinking, her hand came up to his face and she caressed his cheek, her thumb going down to his lip and stroking it comfortingly.

his insides jumped at the contact and a small smile made it’s way onto his face as he stared into her eyes.

“people say time heals all wounds but the scars still remain, stiles. looking at a scar will always bring back memories of a painful time but you can always see the scar as a reminder of your strength as well. seeing your scar might hurt at times but at the end of the day you got through it. does that make sense or did me trying to sound poetic not work?” she giggled as he chuckled softly.

“thank you y/n.” he told her sincerely.

“for?”

“for being a shitty poet. and for making me laugh. you always make me feel better. my mom would’ve loved you.”

her eyes glistened with tears, “it sucks i never got to meet her.”

“don’t worry, i love you enough for the both of us.”

“i love you too.”

a smile mirrored both their faces as they unintentionally got closer, feeling the hot breath of the other.

“stiles..” y/n trailed off, finally noticing the mere centimetres between them.

hearing his name come from her mouth just then was his breaking point, he pushed his lips against hers and they immediately moved together, fitting as if they were made for each other.

he reached over and pulled her on top of him, her legs on either side of his body.

their kiss was warm and full of comfort, it sparked a feeling in both of them that was like a drug.

they continued to move in a rhythm until y/n pulled away.

“let’s not get too carried away today, yeah?”

“yeah.” he grinned, he finally kissed the girl of his dreams, and any ache in his chest before was replaced with the warmth of his love for her.

she slid off him and they moved to face each other once more, he pulled her into a tight embrace and she placed her head in the crook of his neck. one of his hands on her back and the other slowly stroking her hair.

they talked for at least an hour, mostly about his mom, the sweet things she did for him, the kind of person she was, y/n’s heart swelled at the way he talked about her.

finally, their eyes grew tired and they took a nap in each other’s arms.

[richiesluvr]

[richiesluvr]

“now it’s three in the morning, and i’m trying to change your mind. left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply, ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’”

based off the song by arctic monkeys

a/n: richie is about 19 in this :)

y / n hopped into the steaming shower they set up moments prior and washed away all their worries, only focusing on the warmth of the water. it was around 3 in the morning but they had just gotten home from a friends house.

letting the water caress their skin, they continued to wash their hair and body. when they got out they realized they had stayed in much longer than their intended 10 minutes. sighing, they got ready for bed before getting under their sheets and grabbing their phone off the night stand.

6 missed calls from richie!

they knew why richie would call them.

it was the same reason he called them every time. he was high and in desperate need for sex.

it was the same boring routine with him. he would get high a couple nights a week, call y / n claiming that he kept seeing her the whole night and would spend an hour convincing them to hang out with him.

eventually they would give into all the sweet things richie would tell them while he was high, all the promises that he would call them tomorrow, but he never would.

1 voicemail from: richie

“heyyy. i, uh, just got home. you wanna come over? haven’t seen you in twoooo too many days. hahahaha, okay well text me pleaseeeeee.”

they groaned, refusing to give into him and clicked his name on messages.

you

why’d you only call me when you’re high?

read!

from: richie

wagt are you talkindw about?

you

why do you only call me when you’re high?

read!

from: richie

babe, idk what you’re onw about. you wasna come over?

y / n was typing their next message when a call came up on their screen,

incoming call - richie

decline or accept

you

call me when you’re sober next time and i’ll actually pick up.

read!

from: richie

i’m not even thatt high rn.

you

that’s what you always say rich. i’m bored of it.

look i’m gonna get up at like 10 for work, goodnight.

read!

from: richie

fine :(((( i’ll call you tomrrow, love you!!!32;)829

sure you will richie. y / n couldn’t help but think before finally drifting off to sleep, knowing that the only time he’d call them tomorrow was if he smoked again.

the next morning they were woken up by the buzzing of their phone, who would call them at 9 in the morning?

incoming call - richie

[richiesluvr]

“she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i’d ever seen, from the cover of a magazine.”

based off the song by eyedress

a/n: richie is about 20 in this :)

the sound of the wind passing by harshly and the soft tunes of the radio were the only things y / n was hearing. they didn’t even notice richie was talking until they turned their head to the side and saw his lips move.

moving to turn up the windows, the loud noises of the wind disappeared and richie’s voice finally came into focus.

“sorry rich, what were you saying?”

“i was just asking if you wanted to get a hotel tonight, not really in the mood to go home just yet.”

y / n could tell how badly he wanted this, so of course they obliged.

“of course , how much you got on you?”

“uh, about 300?” richie smiled sheepishly and y / n laughed,

“how about i get us a room and you get us food?”

“yeah, sure. oh! did i tell you about how eddie’s mom literally groped me at dinner yesterday.”

y / n ’s eyes widened, “you’re fucking lying.”

“no, i’m not! her hand was all over my wang, with my jeans on obviously. stan saw it too!”

“yuck.” y / n scrunched their face in disgust.

“it was sick, i’ve always wanted to bang a mom. hey, maybe i’ll bang yours next.” richie grinned, his white teeth on show.

“fine with me, i fucked your’s while her ass was on the pole she works at, i made a couple hundred that night.” y / n mirrored his grin and the two met eyes for a couple seconds before richie flickered his eyes back to the road.

“yeah, yeah keep talking. don’t be mad if you hear your mom screaming my name while i-”

richie’s voice was cut off when the tune of a familiar song fills the car, a sheepish smile taking up their faces.

“in the car, cruising along with you, and my baby, you know that i got you.” richie sang along, it was the song that played the time they kissed, the one song they wouldn’t dare to skip.

of course that moment wasn’t brought up ever again, why would they ruin their friendship on purpose by talking about stupid shit like a kiss?

friends kiss all the time, right?

“hit the road, i’m taking off with you. not in a hurry, there’s something about you.” y / n sang along reminiscing the memories of their lips on his, his soft but rough movement, the sparks that- stop it!

y / n shook out of whatever trance they were in and continued cruising with richie before pulling up an address for the nicest hotel by them.

they arrived shortly after, the song had emitted an almost awkward tension between the two, but it wouldn’t be long before it disappeared.

“hello, welcome to garden’s inn, how can i help you.” the desk lady asked and y / n smiled.

“hi, can i get your nicest suite for one night please?”

richie hit there shoulder, “we don’t need the nicest one dumbass.”

“i’m the one paying dumbass, i’ll get whatever room i want.”

“of course, that will be $1,000, do you.. have that kind of money on you? i can look for something more in your price range if you want.”

y / n struggled to keep their smile, what about them looked like a broke teenager to this person?

“no, that’ alright,” taking out their wallet y / n grabbed $1,200. they knew it wasn’t smart to keep that much money on them but what else was money for if not spending? besides, their family had more than enough.

“keep the change.” y / n grinned before grabbing the key card placed on the desk, richie’s hand, and turning away.

“i hope you know how sexy it is when you get all boss bitch on people.”

“yeah, yeah, keep your trap shut trashmouth.”

their day mostly consisted of them chilling, a lot of conversations and one movie.

y / n was currently in the arms of their best friend, pure happiness on both of their faces.

y / n’s eyes involuntarily flickered up to his face, scanning all his features. the slight curve his lips rested in, his sharp cheekbones, the direction his hair moved in, the way his glasses rested on the bridge of his nose-

“admiring or creeping?” richie asked with a smirk, y / n felt their face get hot.

“both?” richie’s face turned slightly red but his eyes flickered back to the screen and y / n frowned, missing his attention.

“rich?” he hummed in response, “look at me.”

his eyes moved down and his eyebrows scrunched in confusion, “what’s up-”

“can i kiss you?”

“wh- wa- what?” richie stuttered in complete shock.

“can. i. kiss. you?” y / n repeated slowly.

richie nodded slowly and y / n moved up slightly before slinging their leg around his sitting body and straddling him.

his hands immediately held their waist, steadying them, and their faces inched closer, the light from the fireplace providing a perfect brightness.

finally, their lips met and it was as though they finally knew why they had thought of the other’s lips so much. their lips were perfectly in sync with the other, fitting as though they were made for each other.

y / n tugged on richie’s shirt and he took it off before moving to do the same thing to them, in that moment richie knew that their was something about y / n, something about them that made them completely irresistible to him. they were the prettiest person in the world to him, though that was a known fact. he didn’t exactly hide how he thought they looked straight out of a magazine.

their clothes were hitting the floor one by one and goosebumps raised on their skins, however the fire place and each other were the only things needed to keep them warm throughout the cold winter night.