#I don't see him living long cause losers who fuck with people & think being loud & ghetto gives them an upper hand never live a long life

[winslowat3am]

You prob won’t see this but hi! I follow you and your beautiful wife bc of your love for black women and life tips! I wanna share a story that happened yesterday where I was harassed in a gas station by an aggressive black male security guard and get nonblack poc feedback bc I no longer feel safe around black men and just curious to what advice or thoughts you have.

Last night I walked inside a pilot gas station to use the restroom where I wore a yellow camo track suit with the hood up bc I was cold. The security told me to take my hood down even tho there was no policy where I could see and followed me to the restroom door and called me out my name (I heard him thru the door), after I finished in the restroom I went to confront him at the register he was hiding behind where we got into a heated verbal exchange , I cussed him out amd I hurt his ego evidently bc he felt the need to follow me outside to escalate it but I outtalked him and got in my car. I never took my hood down. I went back in the gas station with a girlfriend for water after informing her of what happened where he then tried to make me remove my hood again and tried to encourage the women at the registers to refuse me service bc I wouldn’t remove my hood, we got into it again. He was aggressive, approached me slamming his hand on the counter, got loud, and sensitive bc I got the best of him twice verbally and in the end I still got the water and never took my hood down; the nice white lady at the register took my money from my friend who paid for it, the black woman at the register was a m@mmy. He nitpicked my outfit and physical appearance but ppl passing thru wore hoods and had pants hanging off their asses, tummy shirts, brought dogs in the store, but was never harassed like I was. I don’t have a problem following a policy but I won’t follow a policy when it’s enforced on me but no one else. So I called the police and they told me to file a complaint with corporate and see what I can do about it so I will be calling them in the morning. Did I mention the security tried to get me banned for trespassing just bc i didn’t back down and verbally whooped him?? LOLL!!! I’ll be carrying a switchblade from now on and learning to shoot a gun real soon!

Read my tags. I'm assuming you're a bw? It doesn't take all the hoodrat buffoonery Glocktavious displayed to ask someone to remove their hood. Talk to a lawyer, they'll help you go about prosecuting Dustavious the right way. So unprofessional. I hope this isn't a late response, I don't really check Tumblr lately or read every ask but yours grabbed my attention. You did the right thing! Always stand up for yourself. You're a savage for checking his ass. Never be afraid of a man, & keep a weapon on you. 👏👏👏👏Insecure, pussy "men" pick fights with women, they think being aggressive & loud intimidates you & they never prepare for a strong retort that shuts their shit down. My completely honest & straightforward unfiltered pov: We need to address the fact that the bullying of bw is a problematic behavior that is perpetuated by bm primarily (not all, but atp it's so common it might as well be). You'd be better off opening up your dating options to men outside of your race, tbh. (Be very selective & careful when itrl dating). Non-bm build their communities & protect their women. [Redacted] That's why I don't understand why some ww leave wm, who have privilege & power, for bm, who 9/10 don't have anything to offer except dick, kids & struggle love. Even when bm manage to have success it doesn't change their crusty ass mentality. I recently learned that a bw is killed by a bm every six hours. [Redacted] Bm are the only race of men who publicly bash, degrade & bully their race of women while praising, fetishizing & worshipping non-bw. But you can't expect men who hate themselves to love or value you. I see the bs bw have to deal with daily & it saddens me. I feel like they target bw cause they think it'll make them men & acceptable in the eyes of wm, it's embarrassing. [Redacted] I can't imagine treating my baby like that. [Redacted] I'll never post or reblog a "this is a safe space for everyone" post. It's not. I don't post for them. I don't want racists/colorists in my space where bw & woc tell me that they feel safe, seen & protected. I gatekeep my blog so that you're safe expressing your feelings here. I thought it was obvious since I never acknowledge bm but it needs to be said. I 100% agree with the bw advising bw to choose higher quality men. You should watch Cynthia G & Paris Milan on YouTube & other black women who cover domestic & racial topics, it's very educational & insightful, they offer a lot of perspective & I agree with so many points they make. [Redacted] The best advice I can give you is to run & never look back. Good luck. ❤️

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Broken promises but relieved hearts

"You... you want me to what?" You asked in disbelief, body freezing cold while feeling your legs trembling but somehow sustaining your body no less.

He sighed while placing some bullets inside a black box of his, before he looked at you dead in the eye, no emotions present on his features.

"Pack your things. I won't repeat myself longer, you know that I hate those things." His tone of voice was... nonchalant, like he didn't know how much this confused and hurted you in the worst ways.

"But... But why? What did I do?" You asked, feeling your chest getting tighter after each word you left out.

"Nothing. Just follow my orders (Y/n)." He said without a care as he returned to looking at some papers... some people were on it but you didn't had the mind for getting curious about it.

"Can I just know why?" You asked breathless, catching one more time his attention.

He looked at you up and down beforr he let out a irritated sigh, resting his head on his hand as he returned it to reading.

"Is nothing from your business. Just pack your things and leave at least this night."

You suddenly felt a wave of not only sadness but anger consume you slowly, that unstoppable feeling sticked on your throat before you whispered some things that Chisski aparently didn't caught it.

"Speak louder. I can't understand a single thing you're saying."

"I said-" yoy curled your hands into fists as your eyes squezeed shut "Why do you do this?"

He only arched his eyebrow at your words, before almost dropping them on his desk when he ssw your eyes tearing up.

Fuck.

"Why do you have to be so... selfish all of the time?" You asked hushed, breathing in and out after you sobbed quietly "After all this time Chisaki. I did and still do all you ask me for, always having my trust and being completely honest." You sobbed, getting the bit of courage to look up at those golden eyes.

"B-But you?" You let out a bitter giggle "You just do these things. Out of the blue, without a explanation or even a single word about it! And now you-you're just kicking me out without a damn good reason?!"

He got up from his chair to extend a hand towards you but you flinched away.

"Tell me Chisaki!" You screamed, hands curled up into trembling fists as the tears rolled down your face.

He looked at you for a brief moment before hanging his head low, bringing his hand to pinch of his nose.

"I'm doing this for protection." He say it at least "Tommorow by tge morning is possible that some heroes invade the base and the scenario is not going to turn out pretty."

"Then you just thought that sending me away would do me any good?" You asked in disbelief "What if I don't want to go dammit?"

"You're going." He growled "You don't have a quirk, neither good enough on reflexes. I don't want you here."

"...you.." you breathed in to contain your anger "fucking.. jerk..!"

You went to turn your back towards him to storm out of the room before gou felt a gloved hand grab on your shoulder and turn you around to him.

"Listen-"

"No." You hissed "I don't want to. I'm sick of this Chisaki! If I am that useless for you you could had just-"

"GODDAMMIT LISTEN FOR ONCE! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE BECAUSE YOU CAN GET HURT!" He grasped onto both of your shoulders, shaking a bit to make you understand him.

You stopped your vent but your tears continued to fall as you looked up at him with surprised eyes. You knew that your boyfriend only shouted when the situation was serious, besides that, he absolutely hated it whoever lifted their tone of voice too loud.

"... I just can't." He breathed out, taking his gloved hands off from your shoulder as his head still hung low. "You got nothing to deal with this issue. So that's why I'm sending you away before its too late..."

"But did you took the minute to think that I would want to stay with you? Kai for crying out loud, I love you!" You exclaimed, frowning when he didn't changed his gaze from the floor to you "I can't just-"

"Remember all those times where you were threatened and almost killed due to your affiliations with me." He sighed "This will help you... This is serious, and I don't want any filth hero laying their hands on you... just think about that when during the time when we are apart."

"You can't expect me to just nod and agree with that!" You shouted, tears coming back with the same force as before while you gripped the hem of your shirt.

"Is for the-"

"It is not!" You protested "It took me a long time to get pass through your walls that you sadly build up due to your fuck up parents! I'm not going to just throw that away for some stupid safety measure!" You cried, getting sad and frustated with how Chisski didn't still looked up at you.

"Angel... please. I already bought a place where you can stay, me and Chrono would be there by the end of tommorow. Just please listen and go..." He pleaded, something that left you in shock.

Since when your Chisaki Kai pleaded for something?

"Why do you do this?" You whimpered, wiping a few tears off from your cheeks with your sleeve "Anyone else you would be fine letting them here... why can't I stay with the person i love the most through thick and skull..?!" You sobbed into your hands, the tears sliding down from your palms and falling into the wood of the floor.

He took a shaky breath before going to take off his mask and place it over his desk, shortoy after making his way towards you.

"Because no matter how many times I tried..." his voice caught your attention, looking up to meet one of the rare faces your boyfriend make.... eyes soft but filled with inner pain and lips quirked up a little bit on a sincere smile.

"I can't help but fall and fall even more for you... this as a consequence makes me want to protect you with all costs. (Y/n), you simply accepted me despite knowing who I was and how I am... I just want to repay you and him after all this kindness." You sobbed loufly before almost throwing yourself at him, using all of your force on that hug.

His muscles tensed at the sudden contact and he ket out a tiny, if you weren't close to him you surely wouldn't be able to hear it, gasp of shock.

"The same goes for you idiot! First Pops coma, and now this? Kai I can't leave you alone. I just can't!" You cried while gripping onto his shirt tightly, letting your tears fall freely.

He felt shivers of displeasure when you commented on Pops current situation, finally catching his breath back as he slowly hugged your waist.

He was going to bring him back. When all of this ended and the yakusa was back and the world cured from thise diseases, he would see how his plan worked, how all of his actions were only to help him... to repay him.

"Is weird how even crying you can still make me feel not like a monster with your arms wrapped around me..." he breath out, inhaling your scent before he oushed you a bit for him to wipe those tears out of his angel's face.

"Please don't make me go away when-"

"(Y/N). Everthing is going to turn out ok. The heroes might invade, but I am not letting them even lay a finger on me. You know what I am capable of." He cupped your cheek on his hand, smilling a bit in relief when you sighed and brought your own hand to hold onto his.

"You're always causing trouble..." you muttered, enjoying the warmth and comfort that Chisaki could bring to you by only a touch.

"A problem that is necessary, see for the bug picture like I do my dearest." He muttered in response, meeting you in one of you guys most passionate and long kiss.

You sighed after he parted away, and rested your head on him as he carresed your hair slowly.

"... I promise." You arched one eyebrow up as you looked at him "I promise I am getting back to you without a single scratch." He said nonchalantly, but you could notice how serious he was by he intensity of his gaze.

Chisaki was never one to promise something, only when it was needed or he felt that would be the only way he would have the person's trust during business...

You sniffled, wiping with your wrist the last remain of your tears.

"You better hold on to that promise Chisaki Kai or else I, without regrets, going to wack your face." You giggled at his chuckle, some happiness back into your soul.

"Agressive are we? Fine then. It's a deal." He brough you close again, noses brushing against each other while each one warmth breaths spread on the other's faces.

"I love you." You sighed, nestling your face on the crook of his neck.

"... same here." He rested his head on your face, hesitantly parting away with a sigh of disappointment "... come. I will take you on that place."

"Right now?" You asked with teary eyes, sad and broken look making him cringe but still not turning back as he picked up his mask and placed it over his face again.

"Right now." He said numbly, opening the door of his office to let you pass through first.

With heavy heart, gulit slowly consuming him and the sudden cold and numb world he once lived in came back the moment ,he returned to the Shie Hassaikai... with no emotions on his face... merely a frow on as he walked alone to his bedroom to face the cruel and cold bedsheets.

That night he didn't sleep... since the devil had no angels on his arms to expelled his night terrors away from him.

~

Four walls, no morning light, a messed up bed and without both of his arms...

That was his life now. Caged, arrested on the worst prison of Japan. Tartarus, a place only dedicated to mantain the worst of the criminals in it.

He sighed and hitted the back of his head on the wall behind him.

Everything he had worked so hard for... just got ripped out of his hands... and as a little bonust that Shigaraki had took his arms and his finsihed product...

Even remembering the scene gave him chills... the pain of losing your arms though not surpassing the pain of letting the only man who had raised him down... the worst is that he couldn't bring Pops back, with his illness gone he was just like Shigaraki said.

A pathetic. Quirkless man. Loser...

He didn't even bothered how he was bejng threatened in there... he had lost everything.

And you? Dear god you must hate him. Despise his existence. Wish the heroes had killed him.

Surely you saw the news. He not only broked his promise but the heroes showed what he was doing...

You were never going to forgive him... he had lost the most special person on his life.

What is the purpose of living now? Why was he still breathing? This was some cruel joke from the universe? A way to pay his sins?

The voice of the guard brought him back to reality, not changing his numb and broken gaze fron the white ceiling of his cell.

"You have a visit Chisaki."

"... don't call me that. It makes my ears bleed hearing that name coming out of your disgusting mouth." The guard snickered and left the cell chuckling while saying something about 'first have a finger to suck on, the after come talking shit to me.'

Filthy...

He lowered his head to see whoever it was before widening his eyes and losing his breath at seing you standing there, face srcunched up or in anger or in worry.

He betted jt was the first one though by the way your fists were curled up.

"... It's only fair that you 'wack me on the face' noe my dearest.... go ahead, I deserved it." He lowered his head while saying this.

He heard your heavy footsteps coming closer at him, signing and closing his eyes he prepared for the impact...

What he didn't expected though was to feel your loving and clean arms wrap around his neck as you aprted your legs to climb on his lap.

"You idiot!" You cried, making him go wide eyed at your actions "I was so scared of loosing you and never seing you again!" You hugged hin closer while sobbing, feeling your shoulder start to get wet as well.

He gritted his teeth together whiel tightening his jaw, letting only a whimper of his out before he closed his eyes and rested on your shoulder.

With the absence of his arms he couldn't just crush you on him like he so desperately wanted.

"I'm sorry..." he said quietly, feeling like the worst of juman garbage at heari g and feeling his angel to cry on him BECAUSE of him.

He owned a explanation...

[minimickzy]

Yeah, Cool || Richie Tozier

Request: Hi can I get a Richie imagine? Kinda based of the song My Kind of Woman by Mac demarco. Where he’s so surprised that no matter what you’ve always stuck by him. No matter how many jokes he masked about you, offensive or perverted, you always know he’s joking. And he’s just in awe cause of how strong you are and YOU choose HIM to stick with through everything. He just utterly adores you and he doesn’t realize you adore him to until he realizes how long you’ve stuck by him. Thanks! Love your blog💛

 +Hi okay so could you do a Richie x Reader where He likes the reader but the losers say that she's to innocent and completely opposite of him but goes for it anyway and him and the reader end up having a happily ever after?

Characters: Reader x Richie Tozier, the losers club 

Word count: 2924

Warning: swearing, mentioned underage drinking, kissing (ew!)

a/n: This is a weird style that I tend to write in, I don't know if y’all are gonna like it so please let me know. this is also extremely long. please let me know what you think! also let me know if you want to be added to any tag lists!

Oh baby, oh man

You're making my crazy, really driving me mad

Summer 1988

From the second Richie saw you he knew you were meant to be. Richie wasn’t one to be sappy but when it came to you his heart melted in his chest and his head spun around with thoughts of you.

You moved to Derry in the summer before junior year. Your mom picked everything up and brought the family to this small shitty town. There was nearly nothing to do here. You’d go on walks looking for something, anything to preoccupy yourself with, but your searches went on and on.

You didn't notice the group of kids that would follow you around every day. The losers club was intrigued by you. They never saw you talk to anyone, you’d just walk around and look at the world around you. They all had the filling that you were one of them. Every few days you’d go to the park and sit against the sand pipe and read a book.

There was a boy who always seemed to be hanging around with binoculars and a little book. He seemed to be birdwatching but you never thought of a boy his age being into such a adult thing.

One day, after a rainy night you decided to sit on the bench instead of the mushy ground. It was a quiet day, near the end of august, a gentle breeze blew your hair against your cheeks as you engulfed your mind in your book.   

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone sat down at the other side of the bench. “Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” You saw the bird boy looking at you with a apologetic but slightly annoyed look, after all you were in his spot. “Oh, It's no trouble, sorry for taking your spot, the ground was just… dirty.”

“It's fine.” He turned away from you and to the bird fountain. You went back to reading your book but couldn't help but feel the awkward tension rising in the silence. “I’m (y/n), I just moved here a month ago or something.” You put your hand out for him, He turned back you and gave your hand a tense shake, “I’m Stan. I’ve seen you around alot.” 

“yeah, I’ve just been looking for something to do.” He nodded, “Well, maybe you could come to the Barrens later, its where me and my friends hang out.” You smiled, “yeah, that sounds cool. You're the first person I’ve talked to here.” he laughed, “that's Derry for you. Do you have a bike?” You shook your head. “I guess I can give you a ride on my handlebars.” He started to get up, you stayed sitting not really sure if you should follow until he turned around a few yards away and looked at you expectantly, “coming?” “Oh, yeah! Sorry.” You stood up and rushed to join him.

That's alright with me, it's really no fuss

As long as you're next to me, just the two of us

Spring 1989

Richie had fucked up and he knew that. His trashmouth had gotten both the losers pissed at him and his parents to kick him out. It wasn't on purpose. He didn't tell anyone but he had a run in with Bowers on the way to school. He was to embarrassed to say anything and His blood with boiling from how weak he felt after what had happened. He wasn't sure if the losers had told you what happened, or what you would think of him if they did. Spring was here and Junior year was coming to a end.

He didn't bother to come up with a story to tell, he just walked up to your door and knocked, your parents car wasn't there but the lights were on so he knew you must be home. When you opened the door your eyes widened with shock at the sight in front of you. “Richie..” He looked so broken. His eyes were red and puffy, magnified by his coke bottle glasses. The goofy grin that was nearly always plastered on his face was gone and his body was trembling in the cool night air.

“I really fucked up.” You nodded, “yeah, Stan told me. Listen, I don’t thin-” “They kicked me out.” “what?” “My par-parents, they kicked me out.” He sniffed and you thought your heart may as well have just fallen on the ground in front of him. “Why?” “I said something and my dad, he just-” Richie couldn’t get the rest out, instead breaking down on your poach, his head held in his hands as the tears slipped from his eyes and splashed onto his glasses. You didn't waste any time to hug him. He was shaking. You held him as tight as you could, you whispered soft words into his ear and let him nuzzle his curly hair into you neck.

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

Summer 1989 

It took the loud honk of a horn to knock Richie out of his tance. You laughed as he swore under his breath and pressed his foot down on the gas pedal sending the car forward. Richie had been staring at you, taking the chance as you were looking out the window of his beat up car on the way to pick up Eddie and then meet up with the rest of the losers. A year later and you still didn't have a bike. He didn't know the reason was because then he’d have to give you ride.

Richie and Mike were the only ones with cars, you lived down the street from him and Eddie lived 5 minutes from there and then everyone else lived on the other side of town by Mike who would pick them up in the back of his old pickup he got from his dad.

When Richie pulled up to Eddie’s sidewalk the boy who wasn't much bigger than when you had first met him came beelining out of the front door. He hopped in the back and took a puff of his inhaler, sure enough his mom came out right after and started to yell something but Richie pulled away before you could hear any of it. “What was up her ass Ed’s?” Richie asked, Eddie groaned in return, “She said I had a cold or something because I sneezed, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.”

You laughed lightly and placed your hand on Richies on top the stick shift. His stomach did flips and his brain went just a little fuzzy. You didn't take it away until he parked outside of the movie house where everyone was waiting. Eddie jumped out and then you but Richie didn't move a muscle. “Richie?” you asked leaning down so you could see him, “You coming?” “mhm, I just- need a second.” “are you okay?” “yeah, I'll be right in.” “cool.” “yeah, cool.”

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Summer 1988

Stan pulled up to the barrens and let you hope off of his handlebars, there was only another boy and girl there already, sitting on to rocks with there hands interlocked. “Thats Bill and Beverly” he pointed before they saw you. You nodded and your nerves started to get the best of you. What if the only people you talked to in Derry didn't even like you? Stan started walking towards them and they both smiled and waved to him. The girl, Beverly, was the first to notice you, taking a double take and then elbowing Bill who stood up immediately.   

“This is (y/n), I said it was cool if she'd hang with us.” San introduced you as you gave a little nod. “Hi. It’s nice to meet you.” Bill smiled and stuck a hand out to shake, “you t-too.” You smiled back and shook his hand.

Bill and Beverly told you about the losers club and how they’d been seeing you around town. “We Thou-thought you m-m-meant be one of u-us.” Bill said and you laughed, “A loser?” Beverly shrugged, “It's not too bad.” You nodded, “so who else is in it?” Bills face brightened up again as he started to tell you about each member in the group, “Well the-there's Mike who...

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Fall 1988

“What a babe.” Richie fawned over you as you walked away. The rest of the losers laughed or sighed at the pathic doe eyes Richie wore whenever he looked at you.

You were the innocent of the group, Richie was not. Every sentence that he said included swears but one had hardly ever touched your lips. He wore black and punk band tees and you wore pastels and sweaters. He used to call you Betty Cooper when you first started hanging out with the losers as a joke and you’d always call him Jughead in return. You always chuckled at his jokes even if you didn’t get it which was most of the time. It was just the giddiness and rush you got whenever you were around him that really got the laughs going.

“Richie, she’s so out of your league.” Eddie deadpanned patting Him on the back. “And whys that?” Richie asked in a pissy tone. “B-b-because she’s innocent R-Richie, and your N-not.” Bill said, “Yeah, and she's smart and attractive. Two more things you lack.” Stan smirked. Richie huffed and stood up from the rock he had been sitting on. “That's bullshit.” They all looked at him with scartic looks. “I can tone it down.” “yeah right.” Eddie laughed, Richie furrowed his eyebrows and started to walk away.

“I’ll show you fuckers!” He started his way to you house jogging in order to catch up to you, “Hey (y/n)! Wait up!” he yelled down the street causing you to turn towards him. You shot him a sweet smile, “What’s up Richie?” He stopped to catch his breath and rubbed his hands off on his hawaii shirt. “I-I just wanted to ask you something.”  You cocked an eyebrow, “and you couldn't use a phone?”

He shrugged and played with the dirt on the ground with his foot, “What do you think of me?” He was no longer making eye contact with you which you were silently thankful for, “what?” His question had blindsided you. “Like, What do you think of my jokes and how I act or whatever.” “Oh, I think your great- I mean I really like your jokes and you glasses and your hair and and how you sometimes smile with only one side of your mouth and- Your really cool Rich.” You just needed to get yourself to shut up. “So you don’t mind my dirty jokes or swearing?” “No? Why?”

“I just thought they meant be much for you.” You laughed, “You could never be too much for me Tozier” He smiled brightly, “Cool.” “Yeah, cool.”

Oh brother, sweetheart

I'm feeling so tired really falling apart

And it just don't make sense to me

Spring 1989

You told Richie he could stay at your house as long as your parents didn't catch him. You gave him some food and he told you about Bowers, He told you about everything, His cheeks were a dark shade of red, you were the last person he wanted to know. But you understood, you didn't tell him but as soon as he fell asleep you called and told Bev everything and then she told everyone else, they all understood just as you had and Bill was going to talk to Richie at school.

Since the day you met Richie you felt connected with him. You hadn't thought twice about holding him as he cried or playing with his hair when he talked. You weren't going to deny you held a liking towards Richie, There was no question as to if you were head over heels for the boy.

You thought he was too but neither of you ever dared make a move. You told your parents you were sick in the morning and bought yourself a few more hours alone with Richie before you’d both go in for the later half of your classes. You gave him breakfast as soon as your parents left.

He didn't say much. He couldn't believe he had told you everything, the stuff that he even hid from the rest of the losers. As he ate you watched him from across the table eating your own breakfast. You found his leg with your foot under the table. “Richie?” He looked up to you, “yeah?” “Why’d you come to me? Why not Eddie or Stan? Why me?”

His eyes got a little wider and his cheeks burned a soft pink, “I- I guess, I trust you.” You smiled, “Really?” You started to take a sip from your water “yeah. I really do. Your so nice and I really love you.” You choked on your water and some of it sprayed out of your mouth, onto the table as you coughed. “I’m sorry- I just-” Richie said rushing to apologize as soon as he realized what his big mouth had said. “No, Richie- I love you- too- Don't be- sorry-” you said between coughs.

He smiled. “Cool.” You smirked “yeah, cool.”

I really don't know

Why you stick right next to me or wherever I go

Summer 1990 

“Richie this is ridiculous!” you yelled, he jumped back at your outburst. Richie and you had been a thing forever and respected it as dating behind closed doors. You wanted it to be official, you wanted to know you weren't going to lose him. Richie wanted the same thing, but as long as he had you he didn’t want to do anything to fuck that up. But you were fed up so when he met you at the barrens, just the two of you, you jumped right into it.

“What?” you groaned, “you have to let me know what we are, where is this going? I need to know Richie, I have to go to college and you, you have to go somewhere!” He frowned, “I’m going wherever you go.” “what?” he shrugged, “There's nowhere else I want to go.” You looked at him with  melow shock. You thought he just didn't want to commit, you didn't know in his head he already had.

“Oh. So we’re dating?” “That's what I thought, If you don't want me to-” “No! I mean no, that's what I want, If it's what you want!” the tension was high, “What if I want something more!” The two of you yelling a bit softer each time, “Then let's make it something more!” he stepped closer to you, “We’re 18!” you stepped closer to him, “yes!” He took your hands in his, “We could be engaged!” you nodded your head, “yes!” he gave you his goofy grin, “Is that a yes to 18 year olds can be engaged or me asking you to fucking marry me?” “both.” He kissed you sweetly “fuck” You kissed him, “shit.” “that's what I want.” “then that's what you get.” “Cool.” “yeah, cool.”

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

My, oh my, what a girl

You're my, my, my, my kind of woman

Fall 1989 

The first the two of you kissed was at a party where you both had been a little tipsy. The only reason it didn't go further was Beverly busting in and freaking out. She didn't tell anyone, and neither did you or Richie.

But Richie couldn’t live with just a taste of the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and who he’d been drooling over for more than a year. He tried desperately to get you to kiss him again, but the time was never right. One day Richie Tozier had enough, He was driving you home from a meetup with the losers, the windows were open and the radio blasting. Everyone had went out to Castle Rock for a carnival but the rest of the losers decided to stay after you and Rich left.

You laughed at something he said and when that sweet sound touched his ears he quickly turned off the road and onto the shoulder. “Richie? Whats up?” “I need to kiss you.” he said it so calmly it almost frightened you. “What?” “I’ve liked you since the day you moved here and at the party it was like a dream and I need to kiss you.”

You shrugged, “Okay.” “really?” “yes.” “oh my fuck, I didn't actu- fuck. Okay.” “are you going to or…” He nodded and turned quickly, capturing your lips with his. You couldn't help but smile as you pulled away. He smiled and turned back onto the road. “cool.” You laughed, “yeah, cool.”

And I'm down on my hands and knees

Begging you please, baby, show me your world

Summer 1987

“...Yeah, he g-go-goes on about b-b-being sick but hes st-still cool, and then th-theres R-Richie-” “Thats my name don't wear it out Big Bill.” you heard someone laugh from behind you. You turned to see two boys, one with Red shorts who was smaller and then a tall boy with wild curly black hair, thick glasses and a devilish grin. “He’s Well, Ri-Richie.” Bill shrugged as the boys joined the small circle.

“Whos the babe?” Riche laughed and you chuckled slightly, “I’m (y/n), I’m new around here.” He smirked, “cool.” “Yeah, cool.”

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