#richie accidentally slutted his way to boyfriending eddie

[yesiwasateenagewerewolf]

Eddie Kaspbrak gets a divorce, comes out, and plans to have a slutty, slutty summer.

Richie is the first person Eddie matches with on the dating app he downloads. They have a fantastic hook-up, it's perfect and everything Eddie hoped being with a man would be.

Eddie is imbued with confidence. This casual sex thing is good and he gets to meet funny, handsome men. He's going to have the best summer ever - the summer everyone else had when they were in their early twenties but Eddie was living with his mother and deeply repressed.

Eddie matches with a bodybuilder next. He's tall and muscular. Eddie already knows he likes tall men. Richie was tall.

The hook-up never gets off the ground. They meet up, but Eddie doesn't feel any attraction, even though the guy is tall. All he talks about is the gym!

Eddie lets the guy down gently and then texts Richie asking if he wants to hook-up. The sex is amazing again.

Third match is with a guy who describes himself as a hippie. Eddie has reservations, but Richie also described himself as a hippie in his profile and that worked out.

They meet for coffee. The guys fingernails are dirty. He smells like patchouli and unwashed socks. Eddie pays for both their drinks then leaves.

He texts Richie again asking if he wants to hook-up.

After the sex, Eddie quizzes Richie on his bathing habits and Richie happily explains his political philosophies to Eddie and the reason why he calls himself a hippie - "I'm a lover, not a fighter".

Eddie's co-workers find him in the breakroom at lunch that week reading 'Das Kapital'. Eddie mentions offhandedly that a friend recommended it.

Eddie's next match is a guy who is quite a bit younger than him. They have nothing in common but Eddie figures the sex might be good.

It's awkward. They clash over music tastes. The kid tells Eddie his music is old and too mainstream. Eddie decides he doesn't want to give this guy an orgasm and kicks him out.

Richie comes over, fucks him and then critiques Eddie's music collection instead.

Eddie has a lot of ABBA and a lot of divas.

Richie rates it a 10/10 gay music collection, but tells him he should try and get some of his collection on vinyl because "vinyl just sounds better, Eds."

That weekend Eddie drags his best friend Bev to a record shop so he can buy a record player and a couple of vinyl records.

Eddie decides that for his next hook-up he'll try matching with a guy who also works in finance and he'll go on a real date to a fancy restaurant.

On paper this guy looks perfect for Eddie. He is in the same socio-economic bracket, he's the same age, he's interested in literature and the stock market and fashion. He's classically handsome. Eddie thinks maybe this could go somewhere.

Eddie power walks out of the restaurant half way through the date and calls Richie, ranting about how his date was a fucking republican who started going on about how hard it is to meet men with his values and how Eddie seemed like such a good match.

Richie laughs uncontrollably at Eddie's dissecting his life and career, trying to decide what made the guy think he'd agree with him that same-sex marriage made a mockery of 'real' marriages. Eddie had one of those 'real' marriage and it sucked. Especially because he was gay!

Richie comes to meet him and ends up walking him home. Eddie is too wound up for sex, too angry, but they end up cuddling on his couch, drinking and watching some terrible movie from the 80s they talk all the way through.

It's just as good as the nights they have sex.

Eddie tells Bev about his terrible dates and bemoans how unslutty his slutty summer is. He hasn't slept around at all.

Beverly coyly asks how many times Eddie's slept with Richie.

[soulwillower]

cleaning the room • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested:  heyyy i love your work!! can i maybe request a Richie smut where their like in the middle of doing “it” but then someone calls the reader (maybe bev or eddie or sumn) and instead of stopping richie keeps going and so she has to continue the call and pretend like shes not in the middle of such unholy acts haha sorry if its too specific,, thank you!!!

warnings: swearing, smut, spitting, v light cum play, light light slapping (reader smacks richie bc theyre frustrated he was teasing them), unprotected sex, risky sex, talking on the phone w someone, use of the words whore/slut, degradation, this has literally no plot its all smut LOL

heyyy finally bback w a fic, i have awful writers block so this was all i could do. hope u guys like it

[ 18+ ]

1.8k words

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"richie," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you. 

richie leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. richie sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into richie's hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts. 

"oh, god," you say, half moaning as richie's strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischevious eyes. "it's eddie." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.

 richie hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel richie again. richie raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling." 

you lean back, sighing because you know richie's right. "fuck you richie. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily. 

"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for the party." eddie says cheerfully, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick. 

you jolt but keep quiet as you feel richie's fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught. 

"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks genuinely, sounding concerned. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as richie quietly chuckles. you send him a glare. 

"richie and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing richie as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth. 

"okay..." eddie says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to mike's surprise party on saturday. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when richie's cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think richie's bringing weed and some handles, but maybe if you still have your fake you could try and get us some-" 

but you accidentally cut eddie's sentence off with a sharp gasp tailed with a moan, because as you were listening to eddie, richie lined himself back up to your entrance and pushed straight into you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at richie, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as richie starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as eddie's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're doing fine?" 

you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as richie spits down onto your dripping cunt and starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe." richie's smirking darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth. 

his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling. 

"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, because one time my ma stubbed her toe and she had to stay in bed for a week," and then eddie launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is richie and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers. 

then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars. 

"-wait, you said you're with richie?" eddie asks and you cough, throat caught after having richie's hand on it, "yes, he's- he’s right here." you say breathlessly. 

"can you let me ask him something?" 

your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with richie. "s-sure, here he is."  richie's giddy face as he grabs the phone from you makes you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, eds." 

it's quiet for a bit as eddie's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly richie's pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes. 

richie mutters, “mhm? yeah, yeah.” to eddie, but the sultry way he’s staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you. 

"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." richie says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you. 

 the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises. 

richie hums to eddie a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, eds, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl." 

you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under richie's touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him and then richie’s kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "eddie," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as richie spits on your chest, licking and biting and leaving a love bite in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you. 

"sure, bye y/n!" eddie chirps.

and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip richie's neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.

 "please, richie, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear. 

his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need. 

you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "richie, just - please, let me cum. please." 

"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. perfect little whore, talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."  

you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."

he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?” 

you stutter an exhale, “yes! fuck, richie, yes, yes i would. i’m yours.” 

he smiles, “cum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling richie's name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as richie rides you through your high. 

only a minute later, richie pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect slut." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, richie's hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him. 

and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect doll." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close. 

"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. richie hums, "what makes you say that, sugar? it's not like you were all 'richie, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, richie. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily. 

you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, richie. but eddie's going to your place later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room." 

richie laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his messy curls, "let 'em guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal. 

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[woosansang]

complete me, mistreat me, want you to be bad

Pairing: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Richie grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. The water was warm already. “Come in then, hurry up.” He turned around just as Eddie was opening the door. “If this is just some elaborate plan to get a sneaky peek at my dick, you could’ve just—”

Richie stopped short when he saw what Eddie was holding. In one hand, he had his scarf, but in the other was Richie’s doodling notebook. As in, the one that said Spaghetti’s Slut in sharpie across the front cover, that had all his horny anatomy drawings and his stupid married name bullshit in it. Eddie was holding his notebook and his mouth was hanging open and his eyes drifted down Richie’s body again.

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They each had a key to each other’s apartment and Richie should have known this would come around to bite him in the ass one of these days.

(Literally.)

He’d grown an elaborate collection of notebooks over the years, first whatever shitty exercise books he could find at the dollar store in middle school, then upgrading to proper sketchbooks in high school when he started taking art electives, and eventually he had to buy (from IKEA, and let Eddie and Ben build) a massive shelf for all his damn notebooks because, yes, he was a notebook hoarder, so sue him. He studied art of various kinds in college and after his multitude of identical books and dorming with Eddie nearly ended up with his embarrassingly horny sketches being discovered, Richie learned to keep his shit labelled.

As in, each black sketchbook had a piece of masking tape on the front with a red sharpie title so he didn’t accidentally take his Spaghetti’s Slut book to his anatomy class again. (Luckily nobody in that class knew Eddie so having his hands and thighs drawn over and over again just looked like Richie was really dedicated to his work when he was really just a lovestruck pervert.)

(He really didn’t like thinking of himself in that way, but then he’d gone and drawn the lower half of his own face with Eddie’s hand around his throat and the words good boy across his own full lips and, okay, yeah, he was a little bit of a creep sometimes.)

(At least he’d never seriously considered drawing fantasy-Eddie’s dick.)

Sometimes Richie was certain he’d never grown out of his middle school crush tendencies, especially times like this when he was lying on his stomach on his bed, doodling in said sketchbook various combinations of his own name mixed with his best friend’s like a teenage girl. It was hard, Richie felt, to have been so helplessly in love with someone for over a decade and not have them know, not be able to show his feelings because there was no way in hell Eddie liked him back, no matter how many tall, smart, funny boyfriends he had. Richie was just seeing signs where there were none, on account of his shitty eyesight, of course. But god, how he wanted to run his hands across Eddie’s chest, grip his biceps and kiss his cheeks and appreciate everything that he was up close and in real life instead of relying on his memory of the times he’d seen him half-naked coming out of the showers at college or lazing around Richie’s apartment in those tiny little shorts that Richie’s dick was always so traitorously interested in.

He tapped his pencil against the page.

Richie Kaspbrak

Eddie Tozier

Richie Kaspbrak-Tozier

Tozier-Kaspbrak

He honestly thought they all sounded as good as each other.

Not that it mattered.

God, he had to stop this. He had to get over Eddie already. For fuck’s sake, it’d been… nearly fourteen years. He’d been in love with his best friend for fourteen years. He was twenty-five years old, three of their friends were married, two of them to each other, and here Richie was, pining after his middle school crush like a teenage idiot.

His phone buzzed on the bed next to him. He didn’t even register what the notification was because as soon as he saw the 5:28 pm glaring up at him, Richie vaulted off the bed and flung his notebook into a random drawer. Eddie would be coming to pick him up in half an hour for their weekly dinner catchup and he needed to shower like two hours ago. He was barely going to have time to pick out a nice outfit now. Not that he thought Eddie would notice. Eddie never noticed Richie flirting with him, dressing up for him, buying him random little gifts or always responding to his messages no matter the time of night.

(Spoiler alert: Eddie did notice these things, Richie was just an idiot.)

He hopped around the bedroom, pushing his sweatpants and socks off, stumbling around to get out of his clothes and into the bathroom as quickly as possible without falling on his face. He made it to the bathroom, poking his head into the shower to check his soap hadn’t magically disappeared again, and stripped off his sweater. Glasses on the vanity, Richie spun around to grab his towel, only to find the rack empty. He groaned.

He was up on his toes with his hands in the linen closet when he heard the front door open. Richie’s head whipped around when he heard the sound of Eddie’s voice.

“Rich?! Did you get my fucking text?”

Oh, shit. Why the fuck was Eddie so early? Richie was in his boxers standing in the hallway where Eddie was about to walk into and see—

“Jesus Christ, what the hell are you doing?”

Richie could feel his entire body flush pink, cheeks and ears burning as Eddie’s gaze drifted down his body. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, but he could still make out the deep red shirt tucked into black pants that Eddie was wearing, a coat hanging over his arm. Richie swallowed, hoping to a God he didn’t believe in that he didn’t pop a boner right now.

“Like somethin’ you see, Spaghetti Head?” he teased, fingers finally grabbing hold of a clean towel.

“Ew, don’t be ridiculous. You look like a corpse. Get some meat on your bones and then we’ll talk.”

Richie chuckled. “Sorry I’ve just gotta…” He nodded in gesture towards the bathroom. “I’ll be real quick.”

“It’s fine, it’s only five-thirty-five. I just came to get my fucking scarf that you keep stealing. It’s freakin’ cold out there.”

Richie waved his hand dismissively. “Whatever, go look for it then, I’ve got to hop in the shower ASAP.” He disappeared back into the bathroom as Eddie started rummaging through his living room for his scarf. Richie stripped his boxers off and flung them over his shoulder, hanging the towel up and turning on the water. He stuck his hand under the stream, begging for it to heat the fuck up already, when he heard a banging at the bathroom door.

“Richie?” Eddie’s voice was softer than he’d been expecting.

“Yeah, dude, what is it?” Richie replied, exasperated. How difficult was it for him to get in the fucking shower?

“I… I need to come in.”

“Look, if you need to piss, just stick your dick out the window. I do it all the time when I’m drunk, the neighbours don’t give a shit.”

“No, it’s— I need to talk to you.”

Richie groaned. “Can’t you tell I’m busy?”

“It’s important, Richie!”

“Fine, fine.” He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist. The water was warm already. “Come in then, hurry up.” He turned around just as Eddie was opening the door. “If this is just some elaborate plan to get a sneaky peek at my dick, you could’ve just—”

Richie stopped short when he saw what Eddie was holding. In one hand, he had his scarf, but in the other was Richie’s doodling notebook. As in, the one that said Spaghetti’s Slut in sharpie across the front cover, that had all his horny anatomy drawings and his stupid married name bullshit in it. Eddie was holding his notebook and his mouth was hanging open and his eyes drifted down Richie’s body again.

“Eds, I’m so sor—”

“What is this?”

Richie started rambling, “Eddie, shit, I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t— fuck, I can’t believe you found that, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’ll get rid of it, I promise. You’ll never hear about it again.”

Eddie was silent for a moment. “Do you really mean it?” he whispered.

Did he—

Several things crossed Richie’s mind in the span of three seconds.

For one, he could just fucking deny everything. Snatch the book from Eddie’s hand and kick him out of his apartment and never speak to him again. Or he could deny that it meant anything and just chalk it up to being a horny bastard who hadn’t gotten laid in a while and he totally had books with all their friends’ bodies and faces sketched across several pages and this was just Eddie’s one that he happened to be working on a few minutes ago.

Or.

Or he could tell the truth, risk their friendship, hope that the way Eddie’s eyes kept sweeping with a heated gaze down his body actually meant something, too.

Richie’s heart slammed in his chest. “I-I— Yeah. Yeah, I mean it all.”

He watched Eddie’s jaw clench and unclench. “Eddie Tozier?” Richie could feel his hands start to shake with uncertainty, not able to decipher this reaction yet. But Eddie continued, rolling his eyes a little, “Please, like I’d ever take your last name. We’re definitely hyphenating.”

“We’re—” Richie blinked. “What?”

“Drop the towel.”

His heart stuttered, eyes widening almost comically as he stammered out again, “W-What?”

“Drop the towel, Richie,” Eddie repeated. He placed the scarf on the vanity and the notebook on top of it, and then - holy fucking shit - he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Now.”

Richie let his fingers unclench, the ends of the towel coming loose and then falling to the floor. He stood there, cheeks flushed and ears burning, completely naked with the shower still running while Eddie Kaspbrak had his shirt hanging open, eyed off Richie’s half-hard cock and licked his lips.

Richie was pretty sure he had died, but if it meant Eddie continued looking at him like that, he wasn’t sure he minded.

Eddie shrugged his shirt the rest of the way off, stripped off his undershirt immediately after, and pointed at the shower. “Can we get in?”

“Oh my god,” Richie breathed.

“Can we get in or not?”

Richie nodded.

“Good,” Eddie said. And then he stepped forward into Richie’s space and pulled him down by the neck to crash their lips together.

Richie was definitely sure he had died and was literally in heaven right now.

There was no other explanation for the way Eddie’s fingers weaved through his hair and tugged, other hand cupping his cheek, their mouths moving together seamlessly. Eddie shoved his tongue into Richie’s mouth and Richie moaned, hips jerking forward on their own, his dick rubbing against Eddie’s toned torso.

Eddie pulled away with a wet smack and his hands flew to his pants button. “Get in, I’ll be a sec.”

“Holy shit, Eds,” Richie breathed.

“Keep calling me that and you’re definitely not getting fucked today.”

Richie whimpered, but listened, stepping into the shower and under the warm spray of water. Eddie joined him a few seconds later and Richie’s eyes flew directly down to his cock, thickening and flushed pink and so fucking perfect.

“Oh my god.”

Eddie placed his hands on Richie’s chest and stepped right into his space, leaning up on his toes to kiss him again. He let their mouths move together for a while, slick and heated, tongues sliding along each other and mapping out the insides of their mouths. Eddie nipped at Richie’s lips, hands finding their way back to his hair where he gave a harsh tug. Richie groaned into his mouth, knees nearly buckling and cock jutting out against Eddie’s stomach, both of them completely hard now.

Eddie pulled back and wrapped one hand around Richie’s cock, stroking lazily. Richie’s hips jerked forward into the touch. Eddie’s hands were smaller but rougher than his own, but he didn’t get to relish the feeling for long because then Eddie was sinking to the floor and letting his mouth drop open to lick a broad stripe along the underside of Richie’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, Eds.” He was way too close already and they’d barely even started. Eddie wrapped his lips around the head of Richie’s dick and sucked hard, tongue flicking across the slit and rubbing at the sensitive spot beneath the head. Richie’s hands flailed about, one slapping against the shower wall and the other finding its way into Eddie’s hair, not pulling, just holding so he felt grounded and wouldn’t collapse under the weight of his own arousal as Eddie’s lips sunk down his length and he started bobbing his head. “Holy shit, Eddie. Feels so good, you look so hot.”

Eddie hummed around his cock, hand working at the base of his shaft. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked, twisting his wrist and tilting his head until Richie’s hips began bucking into the sensation without meaning to. Eddie pulled off and pressed his forearm across Richie’s hips, keeping them still.

“Don’t move,” he said, voice hoarse and croaky and fuck, Richie was this close to coming just from hearing him. “Are you close?”

Richie nodded. “So close, Eds. So fucking— oh my god,” he whimpered, words cut off when Eddie’s mouth slid back down and he continued sucking him off earnestly, hand and lips moving together, squeezing just tight enough that Richie’s toes curled and his nails scraped against Eddie’s scalp. Heat was building inside him and in the shower alike, steam undoubtedly fogging up the bathroom mirror from the hot water and Richie’s constant panting. His head fell back as Eddie gave a particularly loud, intense suck, his other hand digging into Richie’s thigh as he bobbed his head, lips sliding up and down the length of Richie’s cock, over and over, growing faster and tighter until Richie was moaning high and loud, feeling himself begin to unravel. “Eds, shit, I’m gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck—”

Eddie pulled off as soon as Richie’s orgasm hit him, a high pitched moan ripping from his throat as his head fell forward just in time to see Eddie’s hand flying up and down Richie’s cock as he spurted hot and thick all over Eddie’s hand and chin. Richie’s chest heaved, blinking water from his eyes as Eddie stood on shaky legs and stuck his own face under the spray, washing Richie’s come away.

“Holy shit, oh my god,” Richie said for at least the fourth time today. He reached out for Eddie’s dick but his hand was slapped away before he could touch. Richie whined. “Please let me touch you, baby.”

“I was looking through your drawers,” Eddie said instead. “For my scarf. And I found your… impressive toy collection.”

Richie swallowed.

“You like getting fucked, Rich? God, the size of some of those dildos. You just want to be spread open for a big fat cock, don’t you? Like to be fucked so hard into the mattress until you can’t even remember your own name?”

Richie’s eyes widened, ears ringing with disbelief. In all his fantasies, whenever he indulged and let himself think so explicitly about him and Eddie being together, he never thought Eddie would be one for such fucking filthy dirty talk. He could have made a joke about it, something about trying to out-trash the Trashmouth, but instead he just nodded. This seemed to please Eddie because his lips twitched into some kind of fond smirk, eyes drifting up and down Richie’s body again.

“Can you go twice?” Eddie asked.

Richie literally just came and his softening dick gave a pathetic twitch at the idea of getting hard again. Eddie really was trying to kill him. He nodded. “Indeed I can, Spaghetti. Gone four times in one day I have.”

A low growl rumbled in Eddie’s chest and he surged forward to kiss Richie again, all tongue and teeth and not much else. Richie’s hand reached out again to touch Eddie, wrapping his long fingers around his cock and stroking him. Eddie’s hips bucked forwards, the head of his dick grinding into Richie’s hipbone. Richie’s mouth dropped open as Eddie moaned into it, rutting against his hips a few more times.

Richie took the opportunity to duck down and attach his lips to Eddie’s neck, nipping gently and sucking at the wet skin there. “Fuck, Eds, you’re so amazing,” he breathed against his skin. “So perfect, holy fuck, I love you so much.”

Eddie’s movements slowed as he pulled back and Richie realised all of a sudden what he’d said.

“Shit, fuck, I’m sorry, I mean—”

“Richie,” Eddie cut in, “Don’t apologise. You think I don’t love you, too?” Richie just blinked at him, lips parted. “I found a notebook with shit about us getting married in it and now I’m going to fuck you and you don’t think those two things are related at all?”

“Well, I mean, when you put it like that, I suppose. But I just… I never thought… Why the fuck do you like me?”

Eddie chuckled. “Good question. Probably something to do with the fact that you make me laugh like nobody else and you’ve got these beautiful freckles that I can’t get enough of and your lips always look so kissable and you’re so fucking smart that it makes my head spin just thinking about it. You’re my best friend, Richie. How could I not love you?”

The backs of Richie’s eyelids burned embarrassingly, tears building at the corners of his eyes. “Eds,” he sniffled.

“Shh, please don’t cry, Rich,” Eddie said, bringing a hand up to cup his cheek. “Come on, come here, gorgeous.”

Eddie pulled him down for a kiss and Richie went easily, letting their lips slide together and his tears mix with the water streaming down their faces. Eddie’s hand moved back to card through his hair, the other skirting up the side of his torso as Richie’s arms snaked around Eddie’s waist, keeping them pressed flush together. Richie’s cock twitched when it brushed against Eddie’s, which was still hard and warm and begging for release, and he could feel himself gaining interest again. Eddie licked along the backs of his teeth and sucked on his tongue, drawing a soft whimper from Richie’s mouth. The intensity of their kisses was kicked up a notch when Eddie resumed grinding against Richie’s hip, quiet little moans falling from his lips into Richie’s mouth where they refused to part. One of Eddie’s hands drifted back down Richie’s torso, nails scraping along wet, sensitive skin until he reached his half-hard dick.

“Mmm,” Eddie hummed into his mouth, pulled back to press open-mouthed kisses down his neck. “There we go. Look at you, Richie, you’re so fucking hot, you have no idea.” Eddie’s hands gripped his hips and spun his body around, pushing at the top of his spine so he bent over slightly, cheek against the shower wall. “Good boy,” Eddie said, and Richie whined.

“Please, Eds, put your fingers inside me. I’m literally gonna die if you don’t fuck me soon.”

Eddie snorted. “Drama queen.” He snaked a hand around Richie’s chest and held two fingers up to his mouth. “Suck.”

Richie did, lips around Eddie’s fingers and tongue between them, coating them in spit and bobbing his head, trying to imagine how Eddie’s dick would feel in his mouth. Maybe next time.

The fingers were gone far too soon but then Eddie pressed them both, spit-slick and warm, between Richie’s cheeks, dragging the tips against his hole. Richie’s eyes squeezed shut and he whimpered as Eddie pushed forward, one finger sliding in up to the second knuckle. He twisted his wrist and thrust his finger in and out until Richie could take all of it, then slid his second finger in alongside it.

Richie’s forehead knocked against the shower wall as he moaned. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“Fuck Richie,” Eddie corrected with a soft laugh. Richie huffed.

“Please. Please fuck me, Eds, I want you so bad.”

“Soon, baby. Just one more.” Eddie crooked his fingers on the next thrust in and Richie keened, legs nearly buckling and hand slapping against the wall, sensitive from having already come but still so fucking good. “God, look at you,” Eddie marvelled, “You’re such a slut for it, Rich. You love getting fucked, don’t you?”

Richie whined. “Yes, yes, I love it, I love you. Please— oh god, please, Eddie, it’s so much. It’s so good.”

Eddie finally pushed a third finger against his entrance, fucking him and scissoring his fingers as Richie rocked back into the sensation. “Are you clean?”

“Wha’?” Richie slurred.

“Clean. Are you, you know, clean?”

Richie blinked. “Are you askin’ me if I’m actually a slut or just like being called one?” Eddie let out a soft, low growl and crooked his fingers where they were still inside Richie’s body. Richie moaned. “Yes, yes, I’m clean, I’m clean. Will you please fuck me now?”

“You don’t get to call the shots around here,” Eddie said, withdrawing his fingers with one last flick of his wrist. He stepped behind Richie and leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses along the top of his spine, teeth sinking into the flesh of his shoulder. Richie’s back arched, an endless litany of please please please falling from his lips, pushing his ass backwards into Eddie and moaning as Eddie’s cock slid between his cheeks, not quite catching on his rim. “You’re so gorgeous, Richie, sound so pretty when you beg for me,” Eddie mumbled against his skin, finally pressing forward and sinking into him.

Richie’s eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open around an elongated moan, hands scrambling for purchase against the shower wall. One of Eddie’s hands gripped his hip tightly, the other sliding up his body to card through his hair, tangling his fingers in Richie’s wet curls and tugging harshly. “Fuck, Eds,” Richie groaned as Eddie bottomed out and set up a quick and steady pace, hip bones smacking hard against his ass with a slapping wet sound that should have a turn-off, but the only thing on Richie’s mind was Eddie Eddie Eddie and the sweet, borderline painful slide of his cock inside him. The head of Eddie’s cock brushed against his oversensitive prostate and Richie whined, clenching around him. “Fuck, that hurts so good, what the fuck, Eddie, oh god.”

“You’re so good, Richie, so fucking hot,” Eddie growled near his ear. “So good for me, sweetheart, such a good little slut.”

Richie whimpered brokenly, noises falling out of his mouth punctuated with each thrust as Eddie slammed into him, the contradictory pet names going straight to his pounding heart and his aching cock. “Eddie,” he said again, like it was all he knew how to say. “I think I’m gonna come.”

“You’re gonna come again? Already? God, that’s so fucking hot. Come on, Richie, be a good boy and come for me. Let me hear you fall apart on my cock.”

Richie whined, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes again, reduced to a shaking, blubbering mess, and he nodded, moaning high in his throat. “Eds, Eds, fuck, I’m—” Richie choked out a sob, tears spilling over as Eddie yanked on his hair to attach his teeth to his exposed neck, changing the angle and fucking directly into Richie’s prostate until he cried out and was coming for the second time in less than an hour without a hand even on his dick, all over the shower wall, his body shaking with his release.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned against Richie’s skin, not letting up the force or pace of his thrusts. “You did so well, Richie, fuck, so fucking gorgeous like this, oh—“ Eddie’s hips stilled, the whole length of his body pressed flush against Richie’s back and ass, spilling inside him and sinking his teeth into Richie’s shoulder. He kept grinding against him for a moment, riding out his orgasm, before pulling back completely and attaching his teeth to Richie’s ear. “Just how sensitive are you right now?”

Richie could only whine in response, and then Eddie’s fingers were back between his cheeks, pushing two right into him, fingering his come back into Richie’s body. Richie sobbed again, rocking back onto Eddie’s fingers once, twice, until his knees started to buckle under his weight and he felt like he was going to collapse. He heard Eddie curse under his breath, reaching behind him and his hand found Eddie’s chest, pushing gently until he withdrew his fingers. Eddie maneuvered Richie around, crowding him against the wall and pressing their mouths together, lips and tongues moving languidly with each other.

By the time they finally got out of the shower, Richie’s fingers were all wrinkly and his legs were nearly shaking. Eddie dried then both off and helped Richie choose an outfit for their dinner. Distractedly, Richie wondered why Eddie had booked them a table at such a fancy restaurant this time, frowning down at Eddie in confusion while Eddie did up the buttons on Richie’s shirt, thinking back to the I love yous from earlier.

“So, does this now make our dinner tonight a date?” Richie asked, maybe too hopefully, unsure of where they stood.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but Richie could see a soft flush rising up his neck. “It was actually always meant to be a date,” Eddie said. “I’ve, uh, been thinking about telling you how I felt for a while now.”

Richie’s jaw dropped. “No way. Seriously? How long is a while?”

“A few years, I don’t know.”

“Just a few? ‘Cause, like, I’ve pretty much been in love with you since we met.”

“Hey, it’s not a competition,” Eddie grumbled.

“Yeah, dude, it really is, and it sounds like I’ve won. Ten points to Slytherin.”

“Well, at least I had the balls to do something about it, not just spend my spare time doodling Richie Kaspbrak-Tozier in my fuckin’ school books like I’m thirteen years old.”

Richie chuckled, stepping closer after Eddie was done with his shirt and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling their bodies together. “Look where it got me, though.” He ducked down and kissed Eddie square on the mouth, letting their lips slide together for a few moments, soft and sweet. Richie sighed happily when Eddie pulled away.

“Come on,” Eddie mumbled, nuzzling against Richie’s nose. “We’re going to lose our table.”

“What a first date, amirite?”

Eddie snorted, let their hands fall together as they left Richie’s apartment. “Four times in one day, you said? Does that mean you’d be up for round two when we get back?”

“Round two, hell yeah. And three and four and ten, twenty, whatever the fuck you want, Eds.”

“Your ass is going to be sore.”

Richie grinned. “I look forward to it.”

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include...

Requested: [I'm sorry I can't remember who requested this or if this was an anon, I'm sorry!] Hey, could I request some headcanons about dating Beverly? (Also if you could add in the reader having homophobic parents 💕)

Warnings: obviously there will be homophobia, [at the end so people can skip if they need to read safely 😊] specifically from the readers parents so please feel free to skip if need be. And remember my blog is a safe space 💕 oh yeah theres also plenty of grammar/spelling errors i'm sure

A//n: This was WAY longer than I anticipated. I just kept coming up with more stuff and holy crap I love writing Bev x readers???? Please request more Bev Edit: this was in my drafts forever and again as much as i have been trying to get requests out in order, it's been pretty tough but at least this way stuff gets out sooner so here ya go.

Okay

First of all..

Y'all make the CUTEST COUPLE, OKAY?!

Like no joke

You know that cliche about girls stealing their boyfriends hoodies/clothes??

Well that goes for both of you and you both are always swapping clothes cause you both love each other's sense of style

Plus, ya know, it's got that great boyfriend girlfriend smell

It's cheesy and played out, but it's honestly so wholesome, and again, you guys each have an interest in each others senses of styles

If you're bigger than her, and her clothes don't necessarily fit you, pfffttt no big deal, she had a million blankets that smelled like her and then you two got together and now she can only find like,, two. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love stealing your clothes!! They're baggier on her but oH MY GOODNESS DOES SHE LOVE THAT. She just loves being able to completely immerse herself in your stuff. Especially when she isn't feeling safe in her own home and you aren't around, the best thing for her is to wrap herself in her your stuff and be comforted by you. Uggh, its hella sweet

But let's start from the beginning...

Both of you knew about each other from school

You definitely heard the many rumors about "Beaver-ly Marsh"

Not that you participated, but you were always overhearing rumors from gossiping girls and bragging boys in your class

Your school wasn't huge but it wasn't small either

But it was kill or be be killed, and rumors spread like the damn plague

It was inevitable

And it was just a matter of time before you overheard the several rumors of the "slut" who did it with every guy in school.

You'd roll you're eyes at the word and the ridiculous insinuations, knowing the massively overplayed game of telephone that ruled your school was not necessary the most credible source of information

And you were positive there were rumors about you, I mean, it really wasn't possible to go to that school without a rumor going around

Everyone had one

Anyways, you never paid much attention to them, but then you met her...

And oh no.

Immediately, it was:

You already never paid much mind to the rumors, but when you got to know each other??

Nuh uh.

No way

Not Beverly

No no no no, no

She was way too sweet, and shy, and beautiful, and awesome, and funny, annnd oh no the damn butterflies were back and shit she made you feel things

And you??

Bevery had no clue she was into girls until you came along...

You were her gay awakening and her being so used to all those nasty things people said about her and all those boys??

Even though it wasn't true, any of it, she still always expected that eventually one day she'd get her first boyfriend, to love and cuddle with and everything normal

Again, then you came along and her heart was all like

BOOM BOOM BEECH

You both danced around each other a lot. Seeing as you were two precious little gay beans that lived in a conservative town in the 80s, it wasn't exactly the most accepting environment and you guys didn't know if the other was into girls at all

On both sides it was "does she like me or is she just really laid back and friendly???"

It took way too long to figure out you were both into each other

If I'm being completely honest here, y'all were like the female reddie

Two girls who became best friends and always bickered like crazy to hide your feelings

The way you two found out you had feelings for one another was bumpy and awkward but silly and cute nonetheless

It came off in a passing comment that just slipped out

The two of you were having a sleepover like you did every Friday night you were available

and you two were laying on her bedroom floor talking about anything and everything staring at the ceiling

Her radio was playing in the background and the two of you were surrounded by various snacks you had been munching on all throughout the night and the conversation drifted to gossip about your peers at school

It went a little something like this:

Y: "Did you see so and so today??"

B: "Yes!!"

Y: *laughing* "Yeah, what the hell was that?"

B: I have no idea what goes on in her head...

B: but I guess I gotta give her some credit, she's always super confident and I'm like, 90% sure that's what makes her the most desirable girl in the 8th grade"

Y: "I guess that makes sense"

B: "I do wish I had her confidence. Maybe I'd have better luck romantically"

Y: "Oh please, like you need that. You're infinitely more attractive than her"

B: "What?"

Y: *panicked* "What?"

B: *slowly sits up with smug ass smirk on her lips* are you saying you find me... attractive?"

Y: ..."what?" *sweating*

B: *still smirking* "Wait,"

Y: "WhAT?"

B: *stILL smirking* "do you-?"

Y: *full on gay panic* "No!"

B: *smirking and blushing*

B: *lays back down* "well, I think you're pretty attractive yourself, if it's any consolation"

She's still so nervous though so it comes out in a whisper

She's 99 percent certain you just accidentally revealed your crush to her but her heart was p o u n d i n g anyway

What if it just came out wrong and that's why you panicked???

Had she just revealed her crush to you by mistake???

But no

You both were a blushing mess and it did not go unnoticed by either one of you

You're hands kinda accidently brushed and you both just had a heart attack on the spot

But the connection you two had that night

You both just... knew

You guys kinda just... happened

After that you both were aware you liked each other

But it was kind of unspoken

At first

It's not like you guys never talked about it, but you two definitely became more touchy and flirty

Holding hands when no one was looking

Shortly before you guys happened and before that night, she had introduced you to losers and they just totally accepted you as one of their own

You got along especially well with Richie (wonder why)

But Bev wasn't too happy about this particular fact...

Especially after you two got together

She wasn't necessarily jealous, especially cause she already had a sneaking suspicion about his feelings for another loser, but because he took up a lot of her time with you

But then, to her chagrin, Richie found out about you two

the eight of you were hanging out in the clubhouse, and Ben had to make some adjustments so him and the others left momentarily to help him get the resources

Except you, and Bev

You two volunteered to hold down the fort [literally]

aaaaaaand you two wanted to have a few minutes alone together too,

Nothing scandalous or anything like that, but you two didn't get be close around the losers

Then Richie returned way earlier than expected [turns out he was doing more harm than good and they sent him back]

He was just outside the entrance and he overheard you two

"I wish we could tell them,"

"I know. And it's not that I don't think they'll accept us, it's-" *sigh* "I'm just not ready... I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's okay, we can tell them when we're both good and ready."

"Thank you, Y/n."

Richie just kinda stood there thinking about what he just heard

I mean, it made sense, you guys were really close, but then again, that's just how he thought all girls were

But everything else kinda made more sense the more he thought about it

And, it honestly reminded him of him and Eddie

More specifically, how he felt about his best friend

Now naturally this was a very emotional moment, but Richie Tozier being Richie Tozier wasn't about to waltz in there and give some sappy speech about he accepts you guys and he's here for you no matter what

No, no, no

He laid down on the forest floor, sticking his head in the clubhouse scaring the shit out of you two and said

"You guys should really be more quiet, Ben may be a suspiciously good overnight kid architect sensation but he has yet to soundproof this baby"

He then stuck his arm inside the clubhouse, patting the ceiling, shaking a couple spiders loose from his his hand in disgust

"Richie...!"

You two jumped apart and you about nearly shit your pants

"Relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone,"

You both were startled as hell and absolutely disgruntled but the two of you looked at each other, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief

He got up and joined you two in the clubhouse, and began lounging in his usual spot in the hammock, arms behind his head

"So, this means you two are both into girls, huh?"

Once again, you looked at one another and back at him, nodding shyly

He plastered on the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen and nodded his head, his huge eyes squinting slightly from behind his glasses

"niceee"

This of course was followed by simultaneous eye rolls, Bev even threw her gum wrapper at him but you laughed

It was a relieved laugh

Here you were, exposed and unintentionally outed to Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier and sure enough his reaction was "nICE"

It was honestly a relief and kinda hilarious

You guys just kinda broke out into laughter

It was nice moment

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR [PARENTAL] HOMOPHOBIA BELOW***

And for a while, everything was great. That was, until your parents began to take note just how much time you were spending with Bev

They kept an eye on it at first

Then they started asking questions

You knew this day would come one way or another

Hell, you grew up with them after all, you knew what they thought about people like you and it broke your heart

It terrified you

And it's exactly what you heard every night when you tried to fall asleep, their voices speaking to you clear as day; how disgusted they were. They weren't really there of course and it wasn't until you became a loser that you found out what that voice was...

The point is, your deepest fear was being realized so you did what you could do

Lie

And it seemed to work. Briefly

Your mother had come in to check on you two for the fifth time - usually she checked on you two four times since their suspicions - and found you two snuggled up on top of your sleeping bags

Your mother screamed, scaring the crap out of you guys and you jumped apart

Your mother was thrown into hysterics and went to fetch your father, wailing like a damn baby

Needless to say that night was a long one for everyone

And as if things couldn't get any worse, just days later you found out that Beverly had been taken by It

Immediately, every doubt, every fear, every inkling of shame your parents and your community had drilled into you was forgotten and all that mattered was getting her back

You and your friends literally went through hell to get her back

Needless to say it was a terrifying ordeal but you all had each other's backs and everyone came out okay

When you left Neibolt, you and Beverly were hand in hand

You couldn't give a flying fck about it, you just fought a shape-shifting demon clown you could face your small minded parents

And more importantly you knew even if your parents didn't support you, you had other people who did that and that was enough

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it's so long and again this is out of order of who requested it so I'm sorry to those of you who had stuff in before this, but I've just been stuck for too long and I needed to get things moving again. Anyways, I hoped you guys like this and again, omg I love writing Beverly!!! I would not be offended if you guys asked for more Bev fics/hc when I open up requests again

[slaymamahouseboots]

Platonic stozier for the soul

Honestly I’m so starved of stozier content I decided to just feed my self so let’s go shall we pallies? Also IT never happened coz I’m a slut for au’s

Stan and Richie are BEST FRIENDS

Fite me m8

You literally can not take that away from me

Richie joined stans kindergarten class half way through the year because he was kicked out of his last one (totally not for calling the teacher a whore because he heard his dad say it)

Stan was totally a loner

People made fun of my small boy for liking birds and always having his pencils in neat little line

The first week of Richie’s new school he accidentally bumped stans table, and made him draw a thin i black line on the bird drawing he was doing, while he was excitedly jumping around

Stan got mad and punched Richie in the face with his tiny fists of rage

They both had to stay in at recess to ‘think about what they’ve done’

After 10 minutes of lil Richie shuffling awkwardly in his seat next to stan he apologised for knocking his stuff and told stan he liked the bird drawing he had been doing

Baby stan can’t keep a grudge like big boy stan so he forgave him and they’ve been inseparable ever since

In first grade the bigger kids picked on Stan for his (at this point undiagnosed) OCD and Richie would sit with him and make dumb inappropriate jokes till he felt better (“staniel?” “What” “why did the boy drop his ice cream?” “Why Richie?” “Coz he got hit by a bus!” *SnOrT*)

In fifth grade a kid with a stutter was having trouble presenting to the class and peeps were starting to laugh so our lovely boys decide to fake a fight to get the pestering crowds eyes away from 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂(*whispering* “stanthony punch me in the face” “what?” “I said punch me in the face did you not hear me?” “I always hear ‘punch me in the face’ when you talk but usually it’s subtext”)

The next day bill thanked them and introduced them to his besty the one and only Eddie and suddenly our duo was a- four...o...? I’ll stop

Entering middle school Richie realised he may slightly possible have the teeniest tiniest crush on a certain asthmatic germaphobe and obviously went straight to Stan to freak out because ?????????? A crush on a boy ?????????? This was Unheard-of to the poor 11 and his dad would KILL him if he found out

But as y’all probably already guessed Stan completely shut him out and never spoke to him again the end.

But seriously stans closeted ass gave rich a huge hug and let him hush over Eddie spaghetti for hours then on end with zero judgment and just a few eye rolls at the really sappy shit (“omfg Stan you don’t understand his eyes are just so pretty I could literally stare into those fuckers for the rest of my life and never get tired of them” *massive fucking eye roll*)

Seventh grade stan realised he was gay and immediately went to Richie to tell him even if he was scared he would be rejected because ‘Richie still likes girls’ ‘what if he thinks I’m a freak for only liking boys???????’

His nerves were settled by a sleepover at stans and more talk of crushes (coz maybe possibly perhaps Stanley has a dummy thicc crush on our boy Billiam) and cute celebrities

After Mike, Ben and Bev joined the losers club was complete and Richie n Stan felt comfortable enought to come out the rest of the group as bi and gay

Of course Richie came out with an inappropriate joke (“I know my heart belongs to Mrs. K but I have to say, Bill, you’re dads been lookin like a snack recently”)

The whole squad™️ were cool with it and Eddie looked excited when Richie came out???????? (Obviously our boys had another sleepover and just fucking died of squeal syndrome)

Sophomore year Eddie and Richie finally got together and Stan was just so fucking happy for them coz ?????? Richie is literally his best friend in the world????? And if Richie’s happy he’s happy???????

Obviously the very next week bill finally grew a pair and asked out his long standing crush and obviously that crush was stan and obviously Stan said yes and cried and obviously called Richie and obviously they squealed and o-

When Richie’s dad found out he was a big ol bisexual tho,,,, let’s just say things were less than ideal (“I didn’t raise a f*ggot!” “d-dad please!” *slap*)

Instead of going to Eddie (who he’d been dating for let’s say 6 months now) Richie went to his home away from home and let stan be his shoulder to cry on and ear to rant to and warm body to hug

When stans parents found out about Richie’s dad they let him temporarily move in until his parents got a divorce and he could stay with his mom in an apartment across town (because I refuse to let Richie be all alone and omg soft Maggie is everything)

The day before graduation the pair go to the quarry and just chill and talk and reminisce about their almost identically childhood and laugh about how different they each remember events (“hey rich remember that time in like ninth grade when you got so drunk you fell off a table and impaled yourself in the arm with a fork???” “AcTuAlLy StAn ThE mAn, I believe it was you who was stabbed.” “ThEn WhY dO yOu HaVe FoUr HoLeS iN yOuR aRm?¿?¿?¿” “...... oh yeah” *sNoRt p2*)

When the boys had to eventually split up to go to collage they cried so much Richie literally got a migraine and Stan was all light headed

They said their heart felt goodbyes to all the other losers except their respective boyfriends (coz no way are stenbrough and reddie breaking up now) and hugged till stan and bill had to got on the plain to fly them to wherever it is they’re going to collage I guess

Over the years tho, the bromance never dwindled and when it came time for them to both get married (obviously to Eddie and bill) they were each other’s best man and oh my god the embarrassing speeches (“The day I met you Richie was the best day of my life because before you even said your name I got to punch you in the face” *que laughter* “Stanthony Denbro-Urine, I’ll never forget the time you dropped out of a tree and into a lake while bird watching and subsequently broke your wrist because oH MY GOD was it fucking hilarious.” *more laughter*)

Even when they had kids they couldn’t help but be the worlds sappiest best bros with Daniel Stanley Tozier-Kaspbrak and Stephen Richard Denbrough-Uris being the best of buds for as long as they can remember

So basically Richie and Stan are inseparable and literally need each other to survive and omg I love them so much and stozier gives me life do yeah

Yeah idk how to end things so jckxnskdndknsnksk done. Also this is like literally the first time I ever written one of these so please give me fuckin validation????? And reblog????? And also fuckiiiinnnnnn??????? Let this get notes?????? And send in prompts for me to do if you don’t hate this?????? Coz I love y’all?????? And omg??????? Yeah