#richie telling eddie over and over how much he loves him but wrapped in a laugh and richie thinking he’ll have all the time in the world to

[reareaotaku]

Fear and Anxiety

Summary: Eddie is annoyed when you get sick/hurt. Characters: Yandere! Aged Up! Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Tw: Injured/Sick Reader, Care-Taker Eddie, Controlling Eddie

"Richie- Slow down!"

It seemed he didn't hear you, because he pushed you down the hill in the worn out tire as you screamed for help. What neither of you expected was for you to run into a rock and for you to come flying out.

Richie gasps and quickly runs down the hill. "Shit. Shit. Shit! Eddie is going to kill me."

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"God, I don't feel so good," You cover your mouth, feeling your head spin. You bent down, covering your mouth, holding down the vomit. You looked down at the pale water as it spun in the toilet.

"I don't know what wrong with you two."

You groaned, not looking up at the man standing over you, holding your hair. "Oh, we were just having fun-"

"And look where you are now." He interrupts you and you look back at him, with blurred vision.

"It's no big-" You then puked into the toilet, before finally standing up, though you quickly catch yourself on the vanity.

Eddie flushes the toilet, grabbing you, and leading you to your room. He sits you down softly, before sitting on the edge of the bed. "So, are you going to tell me what happened?" He sounded like a dad scolding you.

You groaned heavier, turning away from him, "You're just going to scold me."

"Of course, I am! You're sick from smoking and eating to much," He then grabs your hand to show a nasty bruise, "And who knows how you got it."

You chuckle, "You should see my leg." For some reason, you must have been high or something, because you lifted up your pants to show Eddie a huge purplish-yellow bruise that was the sign of your hand. You should have just kept your big mouth shut, because Eddie lost his mind.

"What the hell happened to your leg!" He grabbed your ankle and pulled you closer to him, "God, does it hurt-" He facepalms, "Of course it hurts. I'm getting an ice pack," He then looks towards your pillows, before grabbing two besides you and putting the under your lower thigh. "I'll be right back."

You close your eyes, moaning to yourself. It was a blur what was going on and you weren't really aware of what was happening. Though, you did feel something cold touch your bruised area causing you to wince. He apologized, but put it back on, hoping to bring down the swelling.

"I told Richie to be careful with you. He always does this. You always end up hurt. What did the two of you even do?" He grabs some bandages from his bag, then takes off the ice bag, before wrapping up the bruise. Eddie could feel his blood boil as he thought about it. Richie is spontaneous and reckless and you're impressionable, making it easier for you both to do stupid things.

"It's fine. God, you should of been there-"

"Yeah, I would have stopped the two of you."

You roll your eyes, while shaking your head. "Boo! You're no fun, Eddie," You sit up, tilting your head, causing him to grab your cheeks and set you back down.

"You need to lay down, Y/n."

"No, I'm fine-"

You slumped down, almost hitting your head, but luckily Eddie caught you. "Oh, yeah you're so fine. But not the fine you're think of. You're not leaving this bed until you're healed."

"It's no big deal. It's just a few bruises-"

"And you were puking."

"From eating to much."

"Which wouldn't have happened if I was there."

"You're such a mother hen, Eddie. You're lucky I love you."

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, "Yeah, I'm the lucky one." He sighs, "I wonder how you've lived this long without me."

"Ahh, I've been doing just fine."

"Sure, babe," He remarks, shaking his head. "Says the one with bruises to the guy that's perfectly bruise-less."

"Because you don't do anything fun," You joke as Eddie massages your leg. You leaned on your pillow, sighing. Your eyes begin to close as you slowly fade into sleep.

"I'd rather you be safe and bored than in danger and having fun."

[sunshinereddie]

22. reunion hug!!

Eddie stood nervously at the door to the restaurant, wondering whether or not he would be able to catch a flight back to New York that night if he left right now. Sure, the plane ticket would be expensive as hell, and he'd go home to a million questions from Myra, along with having to explain to his boss why he had suddenly left the state in the middle of the work day, but compared to spending one more second back in Derry... Eddie was becoming more convinced by the second.

He knew he had to be back in Derry. The scar on his hand palm that hadn't stopped burning since he had received Mike's call was telling him so. The memory of their promise was telling him so. He knew he had to be back, to finally put an end to all of this... but a part of him also couldn't help but think, Why does it have to be me?

Eddie might have remained standing there all night long, his mind going back and forth over what to do, until footsteps approached from behind him, and a voice spoke up- a teasing, but strangely familiar voice.

"Hey, man- you know this isn't a club or something, right? You can go right in, you don't need to wait get your ID checked and block the doorway."

Eddie frowned, and quickly turned on his heel to tell this guy that a simple 'excuse me' would have been perfectly fine and that he didn't need to be a jackass about it... when his eyes landed on a familiar face. A face that Eddie hadn't seen in thirty years, but one he could never forget.

"...Richie?"

Richie Tozier's eyes widened as he realized the person he had just made fun of wasn't just some guy, but Eddie Kaspbrak. His smug grin melted into a soft smile, and suddenly all the negative things that Eddie had been feeling about being back in Derry vanished, replaced with a brighter feeling as his memories of Richie came flooding in.

Richie's mouth hung open, as though he was lost for words, and for a moment Eddie was surprised that Richie Tozier, of all people, had been brought to silence- when he spoke just one simple word: "Eds."

It was a nickname Eddie hadn't heard in a long time, and with it brought a feeling Eddie hadn't felt in a long time- the tight feeling in his chest, a flash of heat through his body, the pace of his heartbeat accelerating. Eddie had always told Richie when they were kids that he hated the nickname, but... he had always been quite fond of it, and hadn't realized how much he missed it until now.

Richie's smile widened as he approached, but before Eddie could say anything else in reply, Richie was throwing his arms around Eddie in a hug that seemed to knock all the air out of Eddie's lungs. It took a second for Eddie to regain his balance and catch his breath, but when he did, he wasted no more time in tightly wrapping his arms around Richie in return. His hands curled into fists, grabbing hold of the fabric of Richie's shirt, as he buried his face in Richie's shoulder. Eddie could feel Richie's hands on his back- large, warm, and trembling.

Eddie could have stayed like that all night.

It was a long while before either of them spoke again, but when Richie finally broke the silence, he didn't break their hug. "It's... it's good to see you again, Eds," he said softly.

There were so many things Eddie wanted to say back. It's good to see you, as well, was the proper thing to say, Eddie knew that, but it wasn't what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell Richie how much he missed him. He wanted to say that he was so scared of being back in Derry, but he felt a little less scared in Richie's arms. He wanted to ask if Richie wanted to run away with him. He wanted to tell Richie that he loved him.

But, Eddie knew he couldn't say that. He couldn't say any of that.

"Don't call me Eds," was what he finally replied with.

Richie laughed, and Eddie found it rather amusing that Richie's laugh hadn't changed after all this time. "Sorry," he said. "Want ‘Eddie Spaghetti’ instead?.”

“God, no. That one was even worse.”

“Well, you’re not leaving me with many options.”

“How about my real name, ever think of that, genius?”

“Nah, that’s boring.”

Despite their conversation, they still hadn’t separated from their hug. They spoke into each other’s shoulders, and though they couldn’t see it, they could both feel the curve of the others’ smile against them.

Eddie tightened his arms around Richie. He never wanted to let go. He didn’t want to lose Richie again.

[billdenbrough]

Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately Richie was down on his hands and knees, staring at him desperately RICHIE WAS DOWN ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES STARING AT HIM DESPERATELY i am simply losing my mind

[finnyboywolfhard]

Shut Him Up

Richie Tozier x Reader 

Aged up 5 years after fight with IT so they are 18 :)

summary: The Losers Club has a movie night and Richie doesn’t know how to shut up. 

warnings: cursing, fluff

word count: 2.1k 

           Popcorn popped loudly in the vibrating microwave, Y/N maneuvered around the kitchen gathering the various snacks and drinks that the Loser’s requested. She grabbed a large bowl for the popcorn as a knock pounded against the door.

“Hold on!” Y/N dropped the hot bag and rushed over to the door, pulling it open with a huff, delighted to see Beverly Marsh behind the door. “Oh thank god it’s you.” Y/N said wrapping her arms around Bev.

“You sure are happy to see me.”

“Because I know you’ll actually help me get everything set up and not just goof off. If Richie was the first one here one more time I was gonna go crazy.” Y/N explained as she walked to the kitchen, handing Bev a few bags of chips and a tray holding drinks. Y/N poured the popcorn in a bowl and grabbed the packages of candy from beside her and ushered for Bev to follow her through the corridor to her Living Room. They dropped the snacks onto the table. Y/N looked down to see she was still in her “nicer” clothes.

“Hey, I’m gonna go get changed real quick, open the door if any of them come.”

“I need you to know I’m gonna snoop.” Bev yelled out as Y/N began bounding up the stairs.

“You always do!” Y/N yelled back. Once inside her room, she rummaged through her drawers to find an old t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. She put on a pair of socks, grabbed a few blankets from her room and came back down to a room full of teenage boys. She looked around at how the chairs and couches filled up, to see that she was once again stranded on the loveseat with the chatterbox himself Richie Tozier.

“Hey Bev! I think you might have left something in my room last week, can you come with me for a sec?” Y/N yelled, just peering around the corner. All eyes looked at her.

“What did she forget?” Ben asked as Bev passed by him.

“A girl thing, there’s a reason I didn’t say what.”

“Oh so a Brassiere!” Richie said in the annoying British voice before switching back to his own. “You could have just said Y/N/N, we all know you both have tits.”

           Y/N simply flipped him off and grabbed Bev’s hand to go upstairs. The two got inside Y/N’s room and Y/N just crossed her arms and looked at her.

“What? Why are you mad?”

“How the hell did I end up next to Richie AGAIN?”

“We practically have assigned seats at this point…” Bev said trying to play it off.

“Bullshit. Last week you sat in the La-Z-Boy with Bill and this week you’re on the big couch with Ben, Mike and Stan. What is up?” Y/N stared at Bev until she finally broke.

“Okay, he has a crush on you and is too scared to tell you so he keeps asking to sit next to you and showing up first.” Y/N’s jaw hung slack for a few moments before she snapped it shut and ran her hands through her hair. She collapsed backwards onto her bed.

“Beeeevvvvvv. This can’t be happening to me.”

“Oh please, like you don’t feel the same way.” Bev said grabbing Y/N’s hands and pulling her to sit up.

“What are you—“ Y/N looks at Bev who just cocks her head as if to ask ‘are you serious?’. “Fine, maybe I do. But he NEVER shuts up during movies. It ruins the experience.”

“Just ask him to stop, he’d do anything you ask, I’m sure of it.” Bev said. “Now, we have to get down there or else they’ll know this was definitely a lie.”

The two giggle as they leave the room and go back down the stairs. Y/N hip bumps Bev as Bev goes to her seat on the couch and Y/N puts in the movie.

“Kay Stanley, what did you bring us on this fine evening?” Y/N said as she glanced down at the CD.

“Forrest Gump. It was released in theaters a few months ago, the woman at Blockbuster said that it is a must see. It has Tom Hanks.”

“Oh that’s the dude on the poster in the Arcade!” Richie piped in.

“Yeah it is Richie! Doesn’t it have umm…the woman who played Princess Buttercup…umm Ro—“

“Robin Wright!” Stanley finished her thought. “Yeah it is, so you’ve heard of it?”

“Yeah my parents saw it, they loved it. I guess we’re in for a treat.” Y/N flashed her smile to the Loser’s as she tiptoed her way to beside Richie. She couldn’t help but notice that there was only one blanket on the seat.

“Hey guys? I thought I brought down a blanket for each of us?” Y/N looked around the room, the sound of previews playing. Her eyes finally landed on Bev, who had a curious smirk across her face.

“Oh…huh…when I was distributing them there was only seven…I guess you didn’t.”

“It’s fine, I’ll just go grab another.” Before she could leave, Richie grabbed a hold of her hand.

“Don’t worry about that, just take this one. I don’t get cold.”

“Yeah, okay, sure. We all know that’s true.” Y/N said sarcastically, dropping onto the seat. The movie had only been playing for about 15 minutes and Y/N swore that Richie was leaning over and whispering something for 14 minutes of it.  

“Psst…Y/N/N…” Richie leaned over to whisper once more.

“What?!” Y/N whispered back with force.

“I actually am cold, can we share?” She looked over, he was giving her puppy dog eyes and her hard exterior was being broken with each second she held eye contact.

“Fine.” She untucked the blanked from under her and threw it across Richie’s Lap. She had to scoot closer in order for the blanket to comfortably cover them both.

“Oooh, awfully close there sweetheart. It’s almost like you like me or some shit.” Richie teased. Y/N just rolled her eyes and kept her focus onto the movie. The blanket and close proximity kept Richie quiet for a bit, but not too long.

“Y/N/N.”

“Richie, please, can you just shut the fuck up?” Y/N/N plead to him in a whisper. She looked toward him, unaware of how close they were, as their noses nearly grazed. Richie took in a breath.

“Make me.” He said, softening his frame. Y/N didn’t know what took over her. Maybe it was the fact that she wanted to actually watch the movie. Maybe it was the fact that she’s had a crush on Richie for the past two years. Maybe she’s using it as ammunition against his crush. She didn’t know for certain, but she leaned forward and kissed Richie. At first gently--longingly. But then she pulled his head closer to her for a more passionate kiss for a few seconds and then she pulled back. She sat back firmly against the couch. Richie sat dazed for a second, glancing between Y/N and his own lap before sitting back just as Y/N did.

           The credits began to roll when Mike leaned over and flicked on the lamp in the room. Everyone did the usual stretching and readjusting to light. Stan and Eddie started to small talk about the movie but their attention was piqued by Bev.

“Y/N, did you break Richie?” Bev asked, looking towards the boy who was sitting back against the loveseat, with love struck eyes and a confused look across his face. Every so often he would just look over towards Y/N and then immediately just back to his lap. Y/N glanced over for the first time since and giggled to herself a little bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Y/N said just for the ruse.

“Look at him! He’s like…glazed over.” Eddie said flailing at the boy sitting there.

“Yeah, and I haven’t heard him in like 45 minutes, that’s not normal.” Stanley agreed. Suddenly, Richie snaps out of his daze and cockily turns to Y/N.

“Come on, Y/N/N. Show them what you did to me.” Richie smirked in the cockiest way he ever has. As much as she hated it, she kinda loved it too.

“Fine, I will.” Y/N declared in the same tone, making glaring eye contact as she pulled Richie in for a kiss. It lasted for a few moments before they pulled apart. They looked at each other for a few moments.

“What just happened?” Mike said blankly bursting the bubble the two were in.

“That was so…” Eddie pauses to gag. “So fucking nasty.”

“Wow thank you Eds for those touching words.” Y/N sarcastically said.

“Are you gonna explain or are we just gonna sit here?” Bev asked.

“He wouldn’t shut the fuck up during the movie so I asked him to, and he said ‘make me’, so I kissed him. It worked.” She said, maintaining eye contact with Bev, who then started to giggle. Richie’s eyes moved between the two girls, piecing things together.

“Fuck you Bev. You fucking told her.” Richie said standing up angrily, gathering his stuff up, clearly about to storm out.

“Richie I—“Bev started to answer.

“I don’t want to hear it. You both embarrassed me, I…I gotta go.” Richie tried to get past Bill and Mike who had now formed a barrier in front of the door.

“R-R-R-Richie, just listen to th-th-them.” Bill said.

“Why should I?” Richie said. Y/N nervously stood from the love seat and turned to face the doorway.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

“You’re fucking in love with me?” Richie asked shocked.

“Let’s go upstairs, shall we?” Y/N laced her hands through Richie’s and pulls him up the stairs. She slinks through her door and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the spot next to her for Richie. He sits down, and starts wringing his hands. The silence is deafening. “Hey.” She said as she leans to bump into him.

“Y/N/N…” he said dishearteningly. As she looked at him, her gut told her to just say ‘Fuck it’.

“Richie I have had a crush on you since that day two years ago when you found me crying in the clubhouse. You just sat and listened to me, and you made me feel so…safe. It was a side of you I had never seen before. And I liked it. And then suddenly I started liking everything. Except for when you talk through movies, but everything else.” She giggled, and looked at him. She loved the way his curls framed his face and the way his brown eyes still sparkled unlike any other. She loved the way sometimes his mouth looked too big for his face. She loved the way he would overcompensate with his jokes. She loved the way he would tease and treat all of the Losers the same way, and that he cared about spending time with each and every single one of them. He was so loyal, and funny, and handsome, and he was just so utterly Richie.

“You were even pretty when you were crying.” Richie joked back. “I’ve liked you since after the fight with IT, when you asked me if I was okay. No one ever asks me that. I’m surprised you didn’t catch on to this whole fucking crush thing sooner.”

“I’m surprised you were such a pussy and didn’t make the first move.” Y/N responded back.

“Ouch, Y/N, getting me right where it hurts.” Richie pretending to stab himself through the heart and fell back onto the bed. He pulled a dead face, only for a second before he opened one eye and turned to her to see her reaction. Through breathy laughs, she leaned down to hover over the boy. His hand found a base at the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. It started off sweet and soft but as they realized the position they were in, Y/N flipped her leg over his waist in order to straddle him. The kiss began to pick up speed and passion. The two started to really get into it, only to be cut off by the Losers slamming the door open.

“Oh gross! You guys! We were right down stairs!” Eddie shrieked. Y/N climbed off of Richie.

“As if I would fuck him the very first night we’re dating.”

“We’re dAting?” Richie’s voice cracked with excitement. Y/N turned to him, gave him a peck and a smiley nod yes. “Oh Fuck yeah!”

“Does this mean we’re gonna find y’all making out during movie nights now?”

“God no!”-- “Hell yeah!” Richie and Y/N responded in unison, there were definitely a few things they still needed to work out, but they were happier than ever before.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

happier // Bill Denbrough

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: breakups, headache, angst, slight stalking, sadness

we broke up a month ago

your friend’s aren’t mine, you know, i know

you’ve moved on, found someone new

one more girl who brings out the better in you

Dating Bill Denbrough was one of the happiest summer’s of your life. You spent every day with him and his friends, growing closer to them every day. The five of you were inseparable. That was the greatest summer you’ve ever had. You thought nothing could ever tear you apart. You loved Bill, and he said that he loved you. He seemed to mean it too. But after everything, how could he?

and i thought my heart was attached

for all the sunlight of our past

but she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty

does she mean you forgot about me?

When the summer ended and school started again, something happened. Something changed. Bill seemed distant. He was rarely around you anymore, and no one would tell you why. You tried to still be friends with Stan, Richie, and Eddie, but since they were always with Bill it was hard. He rarely talked to you for the first few months of school. But then, Georgie disappeared. And suddenly he was back. Clinging onto you, not knowing where else to turn to. And you took him back. Brushing it off as nothing.

oh, i hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

It was the last day of school. And some part of you hoped that maybe things would go back to the way it used to be. Maybe Bill wouldn’t be so distant. Maybe the tension between everyone would disappear, and you would finally have your friends back. But after the final bell rang, Bill pulled you aside, and said he didn’t want to be with you anymore. He wasn’t ready to be with someone right now. It hurt, but you went with it, wanting him to be happy. Maybe, someday when he was ready, he would come back.

and do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

an eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

remember when i believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

It turns out he was ready to get back into a relationship sooner than you thought. You were biking through Derry, trying to waste the day away, when you saw him with Beverly Marsh. She was riding behind him on his bike, hugging him closely. And seeing them together hurt. That was supposed to be you. You were supposed to be with him, not her. You wanted him back. Part of you was happy that he was happy again, but you wanted him to be happy with you, not someone else.

and now i’m picking her apart

Like cutting her down make you miss my wretched heart

but she’s beautiful, she’s kind, she probably gives you butterflies

They were together all the time now. It’s like they were inseparable, like how the two of you used to be. Richie, Eddie, and Stan were there too. It’s like she took your place. She stole your friends. Your life. Everyone you’ve ever loved. It was all hers now. And there were two new people who you didn’t know. It was as if he wanted everyone except you around. He left you and moved on, finding new friends, and someone new to love. And the worst part was, you couldn’t even hate Beverly. She was amazing, beautiful, and one of the nicest girls you’ve ever met. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t hate someone as perfect as her.

i hope you’re happy, but not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, i wish you all the best, really

You saw them kiss. They were really together now. This was really happening. The small shards of hope you had of getting back with him were disappearing. You were happy that he found someone who made him happy, but it still hurt. Was he happier with her? Were you not good enough for him? Why did he leave you? Did he love her all along? Hundreds of questions flooded your brain as you quickly pedaled away. You couldn’t bear to see them together any more. It hurt too much.

say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

and think of me fondly when your hands are on her

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

“You’re with her now, aren’t you?” you asked Bill as you walked towards him.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling softly.

“She makes you happy, doesn’t she?”

He nodded, smiling once more.

“Does she make you happier than I did?”

He didn’t answer this time. Tension grew between the two of you as he avoided your question. At that moment Beverly walked over to the two of you, a bright smile on her face as she ran over and wrapped her arms around Bill.

“Hey! You’re y/n, right?”

You nodded, trying to wear a fake smile.

“I’m Beverly,” she said, smiling at you, draping one arm over Bill.

“Nice to meet you.”

“So what were you two talking about?” she asked, her smile never faltering.

“Nothing really, just catching up. Anyways, I should get going now. Bye,” you muttered softly before getting on your bike and leaving.

Even though he didn’t answer you, you knew what he meant. He was happier with her. She was better for him than you were. And no matter what you did, nothing would ever change that.

i hope you’re happy, just not like how you were with me

i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go

so find someone great, but don’t find no one better

i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

[rwprincess]

“Untitled Poly Reddie Smutfic (TM)”: Part Five

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Word Count: 3.2K 

Synopsis: Richie begins to feel jealous about your relationship with Eddie, but doesn't know how to express this in a healthy way. 

CW: Smut (two men, one woman; oral male-receiving, female-giving; unprotected vaginal penetration; voyeurism; praise; all the pet names; light throat/neck holding--no pressure/squeezing; spanking); jealousy; anxiety; angst; polyamory/threesomes

"Eddie, dear, I'm not quite tall enough to reach the top shelf, can you help me?" You were trying to prepare dinner for the three of you, a regular occurrence even before you had expanded your relationship, but it had become so commonplace now it was almost easy. Eddie was more than happy to help, feeling a sense of domestic bliss at the scene in front of him. You were even wearing an apron, which amused him to no end. 

"Of course, darling." He laid on the pet name with a thick emphasis and you giggled. He handed you the spice you were struggling to get a hold of and kissed your cheek before setting himself back up at the opposing counter, leaning forward on his elbows. "Is that why you keep Rich around? Reach all the things on the top shelf?" He chuckled.

"Oh, you've discovered my secret," you laughed in turn, then seriously added, "it's one of many reasons." You enjoyed spending time with Eddie but you could never quite shake the guilty feeling of leaving Richie out of the interaction. Even when he wasn't physically present, you tried to incorporate him into conversations or kept strictly to his boundaries and limits. 

Eddie helped you in the kitchen whenever you asked or if you seemed like you needed it, which you appreciated. It was nice having another pair of hands, another collaborator to get everything done. He was in the middle of a story when you both heard your boyfriend call out to you, signaling his entrance. "Hey, you all decent?" Richie cracked from the front door as he removed his shoes and hung up his jacket. He strode into the kitchen quickly on long legs and Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Of course we are, you idiot. Anyway, as I was saying--"

"Ooh. Fiery tonight." Richie squeezed his shoulder as he breezed by, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting Eddie again, "whatcha cookin’, good lookin’?" Richie wrapped one arm around your waist and kissed your cheek peering into the saucepot. 

You laughed at his ridiculously-worded question, even though it was simultaneously endearing. "Spaghetti. Now, if you don't mind, Eddie was telling me a story. So kindly shut up and scoot!" You flailed your arm at him to indicate him moving away. "Go ahead, Eddie, dear."

"Yes, Eddie." Richie leaned across the counter, nearing Eddie's face, "tell us your titillating tale." Eddie scoffed in response, but looked over Richie and began speaking to you, picking up where he left off. Richie slinked away in defeat; he failed to keep Eddie riled up and he wasn't getting the amount of attention he craved, so he decided to make himself scarce and go change. 

He became more perturbed at dinner. He felt like he couldn't get a word in edgewise and hated the way Eddie made you laugh, so effortless and genuine. He kept teetering back and forth in his thoughts, feeling lonely and angry, then feeling sheepishly selfish because this was what he wanted, wasn't it? This was like dating both of you: he got to spend time having a quaint homemade meal with the two people he loved most. So why did it bother him this much? He kept subconsciously finding ways to separate you two. He volunteered himself and Eddie to do the dishes with a sweet and inconspicuous, "You cooked, we'll clean, princess. Unless you don't trust us he-men with your precious dishes." Hiding behind a joke, as always. 

When you reached the couch for a traditional movie night, he made sure to wedge himself in the center. You didn't really notice. He was often the barrier between you and Eddie before, when you were all friends. He had known him better, and thus became a buffer, then it became the obvious thing of being close to your boyfriend. On rare occasions, you had been in the middle, but never Eddie. Even now with your recent developments in your relationship, he still didn't take the middle. But Eddie picked up on Richie's attempts to shoehorn himself into conversation or physically between you. He wasn't sure what to make of it; maybe he was just being paranoid and seeing things that weren't there. He tried instead to include Richie, laying his head on his shoulder while you curled up into him on the other side. That did seem to drop the tension, Richie extending an arm over each of you, feeling comfortable and in control again. 

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Knowing how to start a tryst among the three of you was still awkward and difficult. It was hard to make it happen organically when there were three people as opposed to two. However, Richie still wanted that control and to feel wanted, so he began it. "Babe?" When you looked up at him in reply, he took your chin in his hand and kissed you gently. Eddie was still tucked under his other arm, feeling uneasy. Richie pecked your lips again before pulling back and arching an eyebrow at you; you'd been together long enough to read his intention and started to get up. "You coming, Eds?" Richie invited and you reached out your hands to Eddie, standing in front of him. He looked from Rich to you before taking your hands cautiously. You kissed him quickly on the lips as he stood to his full height, then turned to Richie to offer a hand to him as well. He grinned up at you and took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles tenderly before standing up. 

He led the way, trailing you and Eddie behind him with all of your hands linked. Eddie gave yours a nervous squeeze. Richie pulled you away from him and into his chest, cradling your head in his hands, kissing you roughly. He threaded his fingers into your hair and continued pouring passion into his kiss. "Eddie, make yourself comfortable. Why don't you get on the bed?" Richie suggested, in an attempt to dominate. Eddie looked at him agape for a moment as he dove back down into kissing you. He inched past you two and did as he was told, sitting down gingerly on the bed, feeling like an outsider.

Richie pulled back from your lips, leaving them pink and swollen. He nipped your earlobe before growling into your ear deeply, "I can't wait to fuck you." It was so low that only you could hear it, but it instantly made your legs gelatinous, quaking with desire. "Get on the bed, sweetheart." He commanded and you complied instantly with eagerness. 

Eddie looked at you hopefully and gulped as you approached. "Honey, are you okay?" You asked, softly, as Richie took off his shirt behind you. "You look worried."

"No, no. It's nothing. It's fine." He rubbed his sweating palms against his pants.

"Promise?" You asked, looking up at him from under your lashes with large doe-eyes. It made him feel at ease and he nodded in response before you bent down to kiss him. You squealed as Richie gripped your hips from behind and tugged on you gently. You parted your lips from Eddie's and stood up. 

"You know what I think? I think Eddie has been so helpful around the house. We should treat him." Richie started, pulling you back against him, assertively. He leaned his head down, onto your shoulder and spoke gruffly next to your ear, causing goosebumps to rise over the flesh of your arms as he suggested, "why don't you suck Eddie's dick tonight, love? I think we would all like that, right Eds, baby?" Eddie couldn't help but feel that this 'baby' was mocking, void of any caring that it usually resembled, but Richie's proposition was too good to pass up. Eddie looked you up and down with soft, big eyes. Pleading eyes. 

"Is that what you want?" Eddie asked. It was new territory for the two of you; a treat, as Richie had stated. Your eyes raked over Eddie in kind. He was so cute, and your mind sprang to the times you'd made out, wanting to take it just a bit further and how he'd left you feeling ablaze. 

"Uh huh," you cooed to him in a raspy tone, watching his throat bob in response as he swallowed thickly.

"Now, I'm sure you're not quite there yet," Richie interjected, releasing your hips and stepping forward towards Eddie, "but I'm more than happy to help with that." Eddie's eyes flicked up to Richie's lips, finding a smirk starting to play there before he leaned down to kiss his smaller counterpart. He pushed Eddie back on the bed, climbing on top of him, holding his own weight in his arms, muscles flexing as he steadied himself. The sight filled you with a pulse of desire and you bit your lip to hold back a pathetic whimper. You couldn't comprehend the hold the two of them had on you. Richie easily slid his tongue into Eddie's mouth and laced their fingers together, pressing Eddie's hands down into the soft fabric of your sheets. You never quite knew what to do in situations like this, when it was just the two of them starting, so you stood off to the side and observed, silently preparing yourself to 'reward' Eddie, as it were. 

Richie had pulled back from Eddie's mouth, but kept his hands pinned down as he fervently placed kisses over Eddie's neck and collar bone, biting periodically, in ways that were sure to leave a mark. "Richie!" He cried out in retaliatory surprise, "fuck! Ok, that one was too hard."

"Sorry, baby," Richie hummed in the same mocking tone. "I just got carried away. I'm a little distracted thinking about what Y/N's gonna do to you." He dipped his head down and started muttering in Eddie's ear, detailing the wicked, dirty things you would bear upon him and how it would make him feel. He hiked his leg in between Eddie's, driving them apart as Eddie whimpered at the visuals he was creating. He finally let go of Eddie's hands and pushed up, leaning up off him as he began taking Eddie's shirt off his small frame. "Babydoll, com'ere," he beckoned you with a finger. "I'd say he's about ready."

"Richie, God." Eddie groaned, feeling embarrassed. Not only had Richie successfully worked him up, but now he was putting him on display and pointing out the obvious effect he'd had on him. Richie chuckled darkly as he swung his legs over and off Eddie's waist, planting them on the floor. You showed Eddie you didn't mind, though, that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, by gently taking his head on your hands and kissing his lips softly. You slid your tongue along his lower lip and he opened his mouth for your entrance, eager for your tongue to meet his. He moaned into the kiss and placed his hands on your back, pulling you closer. You gave in and laid on top of him, pressing your chest to his as your legs straddled his lap and his growing, twitching bulge. He made you gasp quietly in shock as he grabbed your butt in both hands, pulling you up his body and squeezing both cheeks. You let out a small giggle at his boldness and unwittingly cracked Richie's heart.

He watched the two of you, carefree, seemingly forgetting his existence. And you two looked so natural, so right together that it caused a tight swelling in his chest. He swallowed hard, not sure what to do. He had literally asked for this. He knew he could ask you to stop, that it was something you all agreed upon that anyone could tap out or object at any time. But he could see you were really enjoying yourselves and even though that hurt, he loved both of you enough to indulge you in this. He wanted the two of you to be happy. But he was still struggling with that.

"Ready, Eddie?" You muttered against his ear, kissing his neck. 

"Good God, yes. I don't think I've ever been more ready for anything in my life," he replied earnestly and you laughed, making his chest feel light. It was amazing how you could take away all his worries and doubts. You slid down his body and he helped you remove his pants. 

"Mmm. Eddie, dear. You are just…so beautiful," you praised him, meaning every word. You were shaky with anticipation of going further than you had before, and to be the one to pleasure him. You didn't waste another second, digging your nails gently into his hips and lowering your head. You swirled your tongue over his tip, collecting the drops of precum that you had already earned, before dropping your lips down his entire length, taking his whole cock into your mouth and groaning as he hit the back of your throat, fitting in with ease. 

"Oh fuck," he whispered in response, his head unconsciously falling back in contentment before he remembered he wanted to see every second of this, to revel in it. He looked down at you in amazement as you effortlessly worked him. Your tongue looped around his head again with your mouth still around him, intact. The extra sensation making him shudder. You bobbed up and down in a comfortable rhythm, sweeping and swaying your tongue this way and that, letting his whimpers and praises egg you on. 

Richie, however, was the only person not enjoying himself. While he had said you would 'all' enjoy Eddie receiving a blowjob from you, that was clearly a lie. He thought he might enjoy watching it, but it was another reminder of how close the two of you were now, how you wanted each other and not just him. When he decided he couldn't take just spectating anymore, he decided to throw himself in the mix. Your lower half was arched up off the bed as you went down on Eddie, letting him fill your mouth with every stroke. Richie used this to his advantage and squeezed your ass. 

"How about a little something for you, sugar? You're doing so well, but I think you need a little more." He smacked the cheek his hand had been on and you let out a satisfied yelp before letting out a muffled affirmation from around Eddie's cock. You lost focus on your task for a moment as you nodded. Eddie's gaze did not falter from you, though. He was still trained on your every movement, feeling every inch of your warm, wet mouth. 

"Good girl." Richie said, darkly. He pushed your skirt up and didn't even bother taking the panties off, he just pushed them to the side, needily. He slipped two fingers into you, earning another mouthful-moan. Eddie relished the vibration it caused, nerves more aflame than before. Richie worked you for just a moment, remarking, "Wow, baby. You're soaking wet. Worked up, aren't you?" You gave another half-nod, your attention being pulled in opposite directions. Richie lined himself up behind you, gripping your hips with an indelicate force, sure to leave bruised fingerprints in his wake. Eddie made the mistake of looking up, making eye contact with Richie. The latter smiled wickedly and thrust into you, staring Eddie down and claiming you as his own. "So wet but still so tight. Oh, sweetheart, you feel amazing," he stared at Eddie directly as he said it. He pumped into you harder, deeper, and you lost all semblance of thought, dropping Eddie's cock from your mouth to moan lasciviously as your walls clenched around Richie. He allowed you to recover, giving slow and shallow thrusts while you continued to suck Eddie. He'd hate to ruin this entirely for the two of you, he just wanted to remember who was on top.

Eddie pulled his concentration back to you, feeling once again that maybe he was imagining being slighted by Richie. He nearly tuned out his presence and fixated on you and every sensation you provided. Your whimpers and bubbling groans propelled him to reach his climax. He tenderly ran one hand through your hair and looked at you, his big brown eyes meeting yours softly, full of appreciation. "Y/N, honey, I'm getting…" you didn't let him finish his sentence as you rolled your tongue along his length, making him gasp. You took his climax in stride and continued pumping him, making sure you retained all of it before releasing him with an audible pop and swallowing. 

Richie centered himself in conversation again, "He tastes so sweet, doesn't he, Y/N?" He locked eyes with Eddie as you nodded hazily, then rammed into you roughly, making you cry out in surprised pleasure. 

"Richie!" You called out in a high whine. He pulled you back and readjusted the two of you without ever pulling out. He pressed your back into his chest and drove his cock into you as you sat in his lap. He crossed one hand loosely over your neck, holding your head up as he kissed your shoulder, the other hand plucking at your nipple. "Oh, fuck! Richie, baby!" You keened. He bit down on your shoulder, bouncing you up and down, completely destroying and devouring you, still maintaining his lock on Eddie. Eddie started to wither back, confused by this power roller coaster Richie seemed to be on. One minute, everything seemed fine, almost ordinary. But now he was undoubtedly taking you, challenging him to say differently with that stare. He watched as your chest flushed and you forgot about him entirely in your pleasure, sure that that was exactly what Richie wanted. 

"Are you my girl?" Richie demanded of you, brusquely. 

"Yes, Richie! Yes!" You panted back immediately. "I'm yours, baby." You said without thinking, without consequence, as your eyes screwed shut tightly, focusing on the feeling he gave you. You could feel the clenching turn to quaking, rapidly chasing your high. 

"You want it, doll? You want all of this cock?"

"Yes, yes! Fuck me! Please!" The last word came out almost unintelligibly, morphing into another high-pitched whine, lost in ecstasy. You didn't even notice Eddie rising up off the bed to get dressed. He had had enough of Richie's posturing and mixed messages; it was time to leave. Of course, Richie noticed, but he held onto this revelation for a moment, until Eddie started to make his move. 

"Eds, where ya going?" He called out to Eddie's back. Your eyes snapped open and searched for Eddie, who was no longer in the bed. 

"Eddie?" You called after him as well, but he didn't reply. You just heard the soft click of the door instead. 

"Hmm. His loss." Richie mumbled, gripping around your waist and pulling you back down harder. "Where were we? Oh yes, I think you were just about to cum, screaming my name." You loved when he was this dirty, recklessly telling you things sure to put you over the edge. Eddie's sudden departure went to the back of your mind, steadily being fucked away by Richie as the coil inside you snapped. 

Next

[ewitsdylan]

The Losers w/ Richie's older sister (my OC)

First off, Richie had to beg her to come along with him to the Barrens.

It took him so long to get her to agree, because she's older than him and thinks she's too 'old' for playing there with her brother and his friends.

"Come on, Becky, please! It'll be fun, you might end up liking my friends, especially Eddie Spaghetti!"

Rebecca knew of Eddie Kaspbrak and she liked the kid and always apologised for her brother bothering him. Honestly, the kid was a saint if he could put up with Richie.

Listen, Rebecca loves Richie, she really does. After all, he's her little brother, but he can be so damn annoying!

She feels like she has to apologise for his behaviour, especially when the most unexpected things come out of his mouth.

When he finally gets her to come with him, she's immediately drawn to Stan, because he's the baby of the group, what with how much younger he is than the others.

She's also weirdly drawn to Bill, probably because they both have younger brothers.

They accept her into their unofficial club after she's able to successfully silence Richie.

"O-Oh m-muh-my guh-god, tuh-teach muh-me h-how tuh-to duh-do th-that!" is Bill's immediate reaction.

After that, the others start jokingly referring to Bill and Rebecca as the mom and dad and/or big brother and sister of their group (it depends on which Loser you're talking to).

"Moooom! Can you help me?" Richie once said as a joke.

"Ask Bill to help you," was Rebecca's respond, which made the others laugh when they overheard. "That's the same as saying 'go ask your father!'" ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Beep beep, Richie. Stop being such a trashmouth."

The Losers are ALWAYS bound to laugh at the interactions they witness between Richie and Rebecca. It's a given.

Rebecca's also very motherly towards each of them

For Beverly, it's Rebecca asking if she needs to walk her home.

"Are you sure you're okay walking home alone by yourself?" Rebecca constantly asks Beverly. ⠀⠀⠀ "Yes, I'm sure. I do it all the time, Becky," Beverly usually responds, unless she really doesn't feel comfortable because of Henry and his gang lurking about.

For Bill, it's checking in on how he's doing emotionally after George's death.

"If you ever need to, you can talk to me. I might not understand the situation completely, but I can show sympathy for you. I'm an older sibling too, Bill. We big brothers and sisters need to look out for each other," Rebecca usually lectures Bill about not talking things out when he needs to. He appreciates how motherly she is since his parents have been emotionally unavailable and neglectful towards him since George's funeral.

For Eddie, it's Rebecca acting as a better mother figure than his own and teaching him that he doesn't have to be afraid of everything.

"It's okay to be afraid, but you don't have anything to be afraid of when you're with us, Eds," Rebecca reassures him, using that stupid nickname Richie gave him, but it felt different coming from her. It isn't in a teasing way when she uses it.

For Mike, it's Rebecca helping him by fixing him up, especially after the Rock Fight.

"Hey, are you okay?" Rebecca asks, reaching for the small first aid kit she keeps on her, seeing as all the Losers are accident prone. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Thank you all for helping me," Mike tells them gratefully as Rebecca wraps his arm in bandages.

For Richie, it's Rebecca giving him all her love and attention (their mother wants to understand why her daughter wasn't as feminine as she wanted her to be) and acting as the mother figure he always wanted; the one who understands him like their father does.

"Becky," Richie pauses, waiting for her to pay attention to him. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "What's wrong?" Rebecca answers, looking up from her book. ⠀⠀ "Thank you for being the best big sister I've ever had," Richie tells her as she grins at him from over the top of her book. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ "I'm the only big sister you've ever had, you goober," she snickers as he smiles at the fact that he's made her genuinely laugh. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "I know, but you're still the best," Richie shrugs as he latches onto her side, hugging her tightly. She returns his hug, a smile settling on her lips.

For Stan, it's Rebecca's reassurance and her telling him that it's okay not to believe It is real, even though it is.

"Face it, Stan. You're just as afraid of this… this thing as the rest of us," Eddie tells him as Rebecca hushes him. "It's okay for him to not believe in what he saw and heard, he's still in shock. You can't say you weren't shocked when you saw It, Eddie," Rebecca argues and Eddie has nothing to respond with, left speechless at her point.

[reddie-fangirl24]

"No no no, don't leave me here alone" for Reddie? (From scary starter post) :D

Eddie scrambled for his phone, dialing Beverly’s number. Oh, please pick up, he thought to himself he paced the living room. Hopefully, he wouldn’t cut a hole or rip the carpet.

“Hey, Eds, how’s it going?” Beverly’s cheery voice answered on the other end.

“Bev, thank God! Richie just asked me to marry him!”

“Wh-What?” Beverly sputtered until a gigantic wave of excitement arrived. “Richie asked you - Ben, come hear this!” She yelled to Ben. “Richie asked you to marry him? This is so wonderful!”

“You have to tell us how he -”

“No, no you don’t understand!” Eddie cut Ben off. His voice reached hysteria that both just noticed. “It was not that kind of proposal!”

“Huh, what are you talking about?” Beverly asked. 

“Look, so Richie had to get his wisdom teeth out, he’s in his 40s, I know, and he said that he never had to get them taken out. Anyway, he’s been fucked up on the laughing gas ever since we came home. He was singing, shouting for a dog we watch on TV, and then right when I was rubbing his back to get him to take a nap, he asked me to marry him!”

That was a lot to take in. “Wow, Eds,” Ben answered. Beverly was astonished to think of words. “Um, have you talked about marriage at all?”

“No! That’s why I’m freaking out!” Eddie shouted, clawing at his hair. Oh, the poor floor right now. “What if he does want to get married or what if it’s just the gas talking?”

They were stuck on how to answer this. There was one night a few months ago where Richie was texting Beverly, asking her if she’d think Eddie would ever marry him. No, she couldn’t tell Eddie that.

“Maybe deep in his subconscious he does,” Ben answered, honestly.

“Just how do I talk to him about it?” Eddie asked, his voice a bit calmer. “He’s so loony that he’s probably not going to remember even asking that.”

Beverly smiled tenderly. “I think it’s a good time to talk about it.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yes. Are you interested in marrying Richie?”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone. “I-I’m not sure...” Eddie answered. His first marriage was a wreck. He had no idea if it was due to himself and his obsessions or if the marriage to Myra was never meant to be. Probably both.

“Don’t get me wrong, I do love him,” Eddie reassured his friends. “Just... what if he doesn’t want to marry me?”

“I thought the same thing when Ben was thinking about proposing to me,” Beverly told him, as she gazed into Ben’s eyes.

Ben smiled and kissed her. “And the whole time I thought Beverly would say no.”

“You did?” Eddie was surprised by the news. Beverly was so excited when the proposal happened. It was that moment when Eddie wondered to himself what life married to Richie Tozier would be like.

“Yes, especially after my first marriage,” Beverly comment. She looked at Ben, a loving look in her eyes. “You don’t compare to my first at all.”

“I hear you there.” Eddie laughed a bit.

“So, if you want to ask him about it,” Ben went on. “I’m sure it won’t hurt.”

Eddie took a deep breath. At least his heart wasn’t beating a million miles a second. “Thanks, you guys.”

Later that evening, Richie awakened in agony. He was feeling the pain now. Giving him his medication, Eddie complied with Richie’s plea to have ice cream for dinner. Anything to make him feel better.

“Thisth hurths more than a roth hitting my eye!” Richie whined, his mouth still filled with a tremendous amount of gauze - or at least for a comedic effect.

Massaging his shoulders, Eddie let his boyfriends lean his head again his shoulder. Slowly, Richie started to relax when Eddie combed his fingers through his hair. That always did the trick.

“You won’t be in pain forever, Rich,” Eddie told him softly. “That’s what you told me.”

“A little smile cracked on Richie’s face. He wanted to kiss him all over. Richie’s eyes were always the best, glowing love. Everything about him was wonderful.

Before getting wrapped up in how much he loved Richie, the man’s question came back to him. He started to get up from their warm embrace in bed. “No, no, don’t leave me alone!” Richie whined, grasping his boyfriend’s arm.

“Um... I just wanted to make tea.”

“You already made hot cocoa.”

“Yeah, but um... tea would be nice, too.”

“Could you please stay?”

Eddie sighed, looking into Richie’s eyes. Knowing that he couldn’t avoid the situation for the rest of his life, Eddie got back into the bed and held his love’s hand.

“Richie, do you remember anything from when we came home from the dentist?” he asked him.

The man shook his head, only to wince from the pain. “Was I hopping in a field of daisies because I kind of remember that?”

Eddie curled his eyebrow. Oh, this man. “I’d like to know what the dentist gave you.”

“Guess it was pretty good ‘cause I don’t remember much,” Richie’s finger ventured down Eddie’s arm.

“Well, you said something to me.”

“Anything sexy?” Richie tried to smile, though it hurt.

“Um, you could say that.”

“Oh, did I ask you to ride me like a cowboy?”

“No!”

“What about in space?”

“Are you still high right now because I’d feel better having this conversation if you’d remember it?”

Giggling, Richie placed his hand over Eddie’s. “It’s me. The Richie Tozier you love.”

Feeling nervous again, Eddie wanted to run from the room again. No, he spent half of his life scared. Taking a deep breath, Eddie put his other hand on his boyfriend. “You asked me to marry you.”

The ticking of the clock was never so loud. Richie was bug-eyed, staring at him. A minute went by and nobody said anything. Finally, Eddie broke the silence.

“Did a cat get your tongue?” Eddie tried to joke with a nervous smile.

Finally, Richie blinked and stuttered his words. “Um... no, no, well... um, that’s what I said?”

Eddie nodded, looking away. Their hands were still joined together. They were quiet again.

“Guess I was pretty drugged up, huh?” Richie nervously laughed.

“Oh, um, yeah.”

“What a proposal that must have been!”

“And after you asked me you passed out.”

“Jeez, that’s a proposal for the books!”

They laughed it off, still avoiding eye contact. This quiet was becoming very annoying. It was making Eddie go mad. “Did you mean it?” Eddie asked him, swinging his head over to him.

“W-What?” Richie asked him, his eyes wide.

Realizing what he just said, Eddie calmed down a bit. “Rich, do you ever see us getting married?”

“Um, I have thought about it. I don’t know if...”

“Since Ben and Beverly’s wedding,” Eddie answered quickly with a nod. 

Richie blinked. “Wow, two minds really do think alike don’t they?”

“You’ve been thinking about it since then, too?” Eddie shouted, staring at him madly.

“Yup.”

“It’s been almost five years!”

“I know that! I can do math!”

“And we haven’t talked about it?”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know if you wanted to get married?!”

“You could have asked!”

“So could you!”

Knowing how their fights were, it was sure to last a long time. Taking a deep breath, Eddie mellowed down, and reach out for his boyfriend’s hand again. He also fixed Richie’s messy hair.

“Richie, do you want to get married?”

A smile curled along Richie’s face, though he was still nervous. “I would.”

Eddie felt his heart sore. “I never knew if you really wanted to.”

“You know, I would have proposed to you differently, right?”

“In good old Richie Tozier fashion?” Eddie perked up his brow.

Richie dragged his finger down to his arm again. “I think the way I proposed was Richie Tozier fashion.”

Figuring they could have more time to talk about it, the lovers snuggled together.

[toyboy-molloy]

reddie but it’s eddie and myra’s divorce through the eyes of their kid

James knew it was inevitable. Mommy and Daddy were always fighting, they weren’t like the loving parents he saw at school. Mommy was always yelling at Daddy, trying to get him to do things he didn’t want to do or take medicine he didn't need. James was five years old when his Daddy told him he was leaving. He knew their divorce was inevitable but that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset. James had cried and begged to come with him. Daddy had hugged him and told him he could visit as soon as he was settled.

The process took a lot longer than James expected. Mommy wanted to make it as difficult as possible; she only relented when it became clear James’ school work was being impacted by the stressful events. After several months, the divorce was finalised and James was allowed to spend weekends with his Daddy.

For the first few years, it was just James and his Daddy. They watched cartoons and ate ice cream and laughed a lot; he even let James have a dog as long as he didn’t tell Mommy. And James noticed his Daddy was a lot happier and healthier. The weekends became James’ favourite days. And then everything changed.

One weekend when James was nearing his eighth birthday, his Daddy picked him as usual and they got ice cream. He was being rather quiet but James didn’t really notice, he was too busy enjoying his ice cream. They finally arrived at Daddy’s apartment and James couldn’t wait to cuddle Snowball the Bichon Frise. Before the entered the building, however, Daddy put a hand on his shoulder and crouched down to his height.

“We have a guest.”

“Oh. Who?”

“A friend of mine,” Daddy said quickly, ruffling his hair playfully, “is that alright with you?”

James shrugged, “I guess. As long as he doesn’t play with my toys.”

Daddy laughed and shook his head fondly, “oh my God, you’re gonna get on fine.”

James barrelled into the apartment barely a moment later, holding out his arms expectantly ready for Snowball to jump into. He was so distracted by the excitable dog in his arms, he didn’t even notice the stranger sprawled out on the sofa.

“James,” Daddy said awkwardly, clearing his throat, “um this is the friend I was telling you about. Err, Richie.”

James looked up as the stranger stood. He was a bit taller than Daddy and he wore weird glasses and a really old t-shirt. But he smiled and held his hand up for a high five.

“Hey, champ.”

“Hi,” James said politely. He high-fived Richie, knowing his Mommy wouldn’t like it. He looked past Richie and pointed at the sofa where his laptop sat, “what are you doing?”

“Oh, just working on some new material,” he waved a dismissive hand, slumping on the sofa again, “it’s not going well. Your dad thinks I’m the funniest motherfucker who ever lived,” he immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, “shit, sorry.”

James rolled his eyes, scratching behind Snowball’s ears, “I’m nearly eight, you know. Plus, I live with my Daddy.”

“Hey, I’m not that bad,” Daddy pouted as he came back to the lounge, handing Richie a beer. The comedian snorted, shuffling over to give Eddie some room.

“Fuck you, yes you are,” he was chuckling, wrapping an arm around Eddie’s shoulder. He looked at James, patting the sofa, “wanna pick the movie, kiddo?”

It didn’t take long for James to warm to his Daddy’s new friend. Which was good since Richie was there every weekend. He told really bad jokes and always laughed at them which James found rather funny. So did his Daddy, even if he didn’t it. But Mommy didn’t like Richie. James wasn’t sure why, he was certain they hadn’t even met. On more than one occasion, she’d tried to dissuade James from going to his Daddy’s house. James was having none of it. So Mommy tried harder. James overheard her on the phone one night, talking to Daddy.

“I don’t want someone like him around our son.”

James didn’t find out what she meant until he was twelve years old. He’d just gotten his first mobile phone and he all of four numbers; the emergency services thanks to his Mom, both his parents and Richie who’d saved himself under the name Best Bro 😎✌️. Richie and Dad were inseparable at his point. They seemed to do everything together; James even had to spend an insufferable weekend with his Mom because they’d gone on vacation together. It didn’t take much for James to figure out they were a couple. He watched them and they looked like the Moms and Dads he’d watched at the school gates.

The next time Dad took him out for ice cream, James told him. He was ready to be a part of their lives completely and he couldn’t wait to make it official. Dad was busy texting and smiling at his phone. James watched him with a fond expression.

“I know Richie’s your boyfriend.”

Dad’s head snapped up so quick it was a wonder he didn’t injure himself. Suddenly, he looked worried, “look, whatever your Mom’s said, it’s not like that-”

“I figured it out.”

Dad narrowed his eyes, placing his phone on the park bench they were sitting at, “how?”

“Many things,” James sighed, slurping at his ice cream messily, “the looks, the touching, how happy you’ve been lately but, I guess the thing that really brought it home was the fact you only have a two bedroom apartment,” James stared at his Dad as the penny dropped, rolling his eyes at the incredulous on his face, “you really expected me to believe Richie was on the couch when I stayed over? I’m twelve not stupid.”

Dad laughed, shaking his head in defeat. James could tell a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. That night, Richie excitedly changed James’ contact to 👏Best👏Step👏Son and his own in James’ phone to The Cool Dad🥸. James was fourteen when he completely moved in his with Dad and stepfather. And he never looked back.

[sunshinereddie]

au where eddie and richie are coworkers at the movie theatre as a part-time summer job. eddie works as the person who hands out tickets, and richie works at the concession. they have a bit of a rivalry, because eddie thinks that richie is too obnoxious and loud and crude and every annoying trait a person could have wrapped up into one, and richie thinks that that stick has been up eddie’s ass for far too long and he’s genuinely concerned that this eds guy doesn’t know what ‘fun’ is.

but one day on one of eddie’s long shifts, richie brings over a large bucket of popcorn and eddie’s favourite drink (he always noticed that eddie went for the low-sugar cherry coke whenever he bought something from the concession) and suggested a truce. eddie agrees, only because he loves popcorn and definitely not because hey, this richie guy’s actually pretty cute when he’s not telling an explicit joke about my mother.

and so they kind of become friends, with richie bringing eddie snacks on his shift and eddie gives richie free movie tickets for him and his friends, and eddie ends up spending most of his break times over at the concession and richie chooses to take the long way around the building to go throw out the trash if it means that he gets to walk past eddie’s booth a few times.

one night they’re both on the closing shift together, and they’re just about to leave when richie asks eddie if he’d gotten the chance to see that new movie that came out a few weeks back, the one that eddie had been dying to see. eddie shakes his head no, he’s been too busy recently to go see it, and since that was their last showing anyways he’ll just have to wait until it comes out on dvd.

eddie tries to hide it, but richie can pick up on the disappointment in his voice. after all, this movie was all eddie had been talking about for the last two months- and there was no way richie was letting him not see it. so richie tells eds to come with him, and richie leads him to one of the theatres, and eddie is confused. they were supposed to finish locking up 20 minutes ago, if they get caught they could get in trouble, but richie just brushes the concerns to the side and tells eddie to go grab a seat, while he rushes off for a “surprise”.

eddie sits down, wondering what on earth richie is doing, when only a few minutes later a movie starts playing on the screen in front of him- the very movie eddie has been dying to see! richie soon comes rushing back into the theatre, with two buckets of popcorn and he grabs a seat beside eddie. eddie asks what he thinks he’s doing, and richie simply tells him that eddie is finally getting to see that movie.

eddie is thankful that it’s dark, because he is blushing like crazy. they watch the movie together, their hands occasionally brushing against each other on the armrest and their knees bumping against each other, and eddie is painfully aware of how close richie is to him for the entire movie.

when the credits finally roll, eddie turns to richie with a smile and thanks him for this, but he can’t help but ask, why? and to eddie’s surprise, now richie’s blushing, as he bumbles through a response that it’s no big deal, he just knows that eddie really wanted to see it, it’s fine it��s really nothing-

but he doesn’t get to finish, because eddie is then leaning over and shutting him up with a soft kiss. their popcorn falls over the floor and eddie knows they’ll have to clean it up later but he doesn’t care because he’s finally kissing richie, the thing he’s only been thinking about whenever his eyes trailed down to richie’s every time they spoke for the past month. and what makes eddie’s heart almost give out: richie is kissing him back.

they stay in the theatre long after the movie ends, until they’re both giggling and smiling too much to keep kissing. eddie convinces richie to help him clean up the popcorn mess they made, and then they leave the theatre together, hand-in-hand, and planning their next after hours movie date.

[tammythompson-singslikea-muppet]

Reconciliation (Stan Uris x reader x Richie Tozier, Reddie)

I'm finally back! It's probably been a year since I posted Betrayal and shit has really hit the fan since then, but here I am a year later with part 2!

Here is a link to part 1

Warning: swearing

Aged up: 18/19

You tried to catch up with Stan as he power-walked out of the house. He stopped short when he realized his car wasn't there. "Stan" You catch his attention and he turns around. His chest rising and falling at a quick pace, "You heard everything in there?" Stan's voice was quiet, much quieter than just a minute ago. You nod and he sighs. "I'm sor-" You cut him off "Don't be" You take a step forward and bring your hand up to push some curls out of his face. He leans into your hand, not stopping himself for once. No yearning, no shouting in his head over his actions. Just the feel of your soft palm against his cheek. Stan takes a deep breath, feeling himself calm down in the wake of your touch. "Can we go somewhere?" Stan's voice barely above a whisper. "Of course."

Richie leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor. He brushed his hands through his hair 'God I fucked up' "Man you really fucked up." Richie looked up. "Thanks, Bill your a real help." Bill put his hands up in defense. "I gotta say I really didn't see that one coming," Eddie spoke up. Bill and Mike nodded in agreement. "I mean I knew *something* was going on but holy shit I didn't think they were in love with each other," Beverly added. "We know Stanley's in love with her but is she in love with Stan? I mean she was just in a serious relationship like a week ago" "Yeah I wonder what happened to that relationship?" Ben's eyes sharp at Eddie, voice stiff and slightly viscous, "Alright! Alright!! None of that!" Mike's authoritative voice made it known he was seriously done with all the fighting. "She loves him" The group turned their heads at Richie's small voice, Ha stared down at the floor and spoke softly. "She may not be in love with him right now, but I could see it. She's falling for Stan."

Eddie looked over at Richie. A mix of emotions reached throughout the boy. He hated seeing Richie like this, but he also hated that it was about you. Mostly he hated that it was about you. He couldn't control it, no matter how much he wished that he could. What is it exactly that Richie is so mad at? Is he upset that he potentially ruined his relationship with Stan? Is he upset that Stan is in love with (Y/N) or that Stan claimed he neither loved nor cared about (Y/N)? Is Richie still in love with (Y/N)? If so is he mad that (Y/N) could be in love with Stan or that she is moving on so quickly? Eddie couldn't help but feel like he was still second to you. It's not like Richie chose to tell you. He kept telling Eddie that he would for at least 2 weeks, but then she found out in her own way. Eddie feared that maybe he was never gonna tell you. Or now that you found out does Richie regret it? 'Alright, Alright Eddie calm the fuck down! Just go talk to Richie.' "Eds?" "Yeah Rich." "I'm gonna go." Richie's tone sounded soft, defeated. It broke Eddie's heart to see him like this. "Yeah sure I'll go grab my keys-" Richie cut him off politely. "I'm just gonna walk. I think I wanna be alone right now. I'll call you later." Richie placed a hand on the back of Eddie's head pulling him close and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "OK. Be safe please."

"Where are we going?" You ask Stan who is driving and keeping silent. "You'll see. Um, go into the glove compartment a find the clear tape." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "You been stashing things in my glove compartment, Uris?" You found a clear tape and put it into the radio. Temptation by New Order flooded in through the speakers. A smile grew on your face as you turned the volume nob up. Stan looked over at you for a second just to see your growing smile. "I made you a tape and left it in here for the next time you complain that there's nothing good on the radio." A fit of giggles came from your mouth. "Stanley Uris made me a fucking mix-tape." You continued to laugh. It brought a smile, growing wider by the second, to see you so happy and blissful listening to your favorite music, a song he loved as well.

And I've never seen anyone quite like you before. No, I've never met anyone quite like you before.

Richie's emotions were confusing him now more than ever. He loved (Y/N). He truly did, but he just wasn't in love with her. Guilt consumes him every night before sleep and every time he sees you. He never wanted to hurt you. But when it comes to Eddie he's impulsive even a little reckless. Richie knew that he fucked up massively. Not only with you but with Stan and he even feels so with Eddie. He felt that if he just would have been honest with you before jumping into things with Eds maybe Eddie wouldn't have lost his best friend. He still couldn't wrap his head around how much of an idiot and a dick he was about Stanley. What in the fucking hell would lead him to believe that Stanley Uris of all people would fuck around with someone's feelings like that? He had already caused (Y/N) enough pain maybe he was trying to be a hero or something. Do something right for once, but of course, it was just another gigantic fuck up! Executed wonderfully by your very own Richie Tozier. Richie had noticed that he walked straight to the quarry. He picked up a stone and skipped it across the water.

Stan pulled the car over along where the road stopped and the tree's started. "Come on." Stan walked over to your side of the car and opened the door for you and held out his hand. You took his hand and walked beside him into the woods. "You trying to get me to some secret secondary location?" "What, you don't recognize where we're going?" You looked around a bit and shook your head. "Well, then I guess it will be a surprise." "I guess this is the day I get murder in the woods. Goodbye world you were never all that good to me but at least my murder is hot as hell." You almost couldn't see Stan's blush from how much he was laughing. You're hands brush as you walked close together. Stan felt a little nervous to take it, it's not like he hasn't held your hand before but right now he feels it holds so much more. 'Good' he thought to himself. 'It does mean more. Let it mean more.' He took your hand in his and warmth spread throughout the both of you. Just the two of you holding hands walking through the trees with Stan pointing out some birds to you, felt so blissful. At this moment you realized you had never felt this way with Richie. The two of you had a lot in common and play off each other well jokes and conversation-wise. But maybe that wasn't all a relationship needed. You had felt that's why Richie and you were so perfect together. Maybe this was finally the start to forgiving Richie and regaining some normalcy, realizing that maybe we weren't perfect or meant to be after all. If this is how Richie felt with Eddie you felt that you could somewhat understand why he was so in a rush to have it. It was scary how new this thing with Stan was yet how important it felt to you. You would go to the ends of the earth to protect what you had with Stan, no one in the world made you feel as safe and comforted as Stanley Uris. What Richie did, going behind your back, was in no way how he should've handled the situation. You let him into some of the most vulnerable spaces in your mind and life, entrusting him with your heart and your deepest thoughts, that you were his only person. That wasn't something easy to forgive, not something to easily recover from, especially having that trust broken with someone else with who you were very close. You may be happy and blissful at this moment, but you definitely knew the consequences of Richie's actions would come back to rear its ugly head sooner or later. But you believed that understanding was one of the first steps toward forgiveness. The more you walked the louder the sound of running water became. Soon you could even see the running water. You realized Stan had brought you to the barrens.'But why the barrens?' you thought to yourself. You reached the edge of the water and looked over to Stan. "C'mon" he grabbed your hand and stepped out onto a rock in the water. You did your best to follow, it finally dawns on you that you were headed toward the clubhouse.

When you got to the small clearing Stan went ahead and lifted the hatch to the small underground area where the losers used to hang out. "I've only been here a couple of times." You said as you climbed down the ladder. "Yeah, I guess we started hanging out other places more." Stan walked over to the hammock getting in. He smiled and reached his arms out like a little kid asking for a hug. You raised an eyebrow at him. "I know. I always feel like I'm gonna fall out of this thing, but it's safe I promise." "Okay," You say drawing out the word in a skeptical tone. You yelped as it wobbled and Stan gripped his arms around your waist as the hammock swung a little. "See, safe." You let out an amused huff and relaxed into Stan. Your back was pressed against his chest, both of your heads finding slightly uncomfortable spots in the crooks of the other's neck. "I remember one of the first times Eddie ever brought you to hang around with us was down here." Stan played with your hands in your lap. "I remember looking over and seeing you smiling, talking to Beverly. It was really hot out, your cheeks were pink. Richie gave you his shower cap and you, him, and Bill talked about comic books." You closed your eyes just listening to Stan talk softly into your hair. "Beverly came over to me when she noticed. She was joking around told me to stop staring, that it was rude. I hadn't even noticed that I was staring. I got nervous cuz, -hoping you didn't notice. You were so beautiful I couldn't help but stare." You blushed and let out a chuckle, your stomach filling up with butterflies. "I don't expect you to say back any time soon, and I in no means want to rush you, but I-" Stan paused, thinking about the impact of his words. He started to think maybe he should give you a little time, but then you leaned your head up to look at him. And when he looked down into your eyes there was no way stopping the words from falling out of his mouth. "I love you." The look in Stan's eyes was intoxicating, you could have stared in his eyes for the rest of both your lives, but instead, you brought your hand up to his jaw and tilted your head bringing yours and Stan's lips together. Equally as intoxicating as the look in his eyes. The two of you felt as if you were floating on clouds. Like you two were the only two people in the world. You pulled away and smiled, Stan pressed his forehead against yours. "I know" You and Stan laughed.

"Ok Rich. You just need to apologize. I'm sure they'll forgive you. They're your friends, basically your family." Richie walked back into town talking to himself. "And you hurt them and accused them of shitty things and now all your friends will hate you forever cuz you were a total dick and even their grandchildren will hate the name, Richie Tozier." Richie stopped for a second and groaned, rubbing his hands up and down his face under his glasses. He took a deep breath and continued walking.

Mike opened the door to Richie. "Hey man, come in." "Is Eds still here." "Yeah, he's in the living room. Rich," Mike put a hand on his shoulder. "He's worried about you. We all kinda are. There's been a lot going on with you four I just want to remind you that if you need someone to talk to we're all here for you buddy." "Thanks, man." Richie continues into the living room and sees Ben and Eddie talking. He breathes a sigh of relief, knowing how much it hurt Eddie that Ben wouldn't talk to him. They hugged and Ben got up off the couch and saw Richie. "I'm really sorry Richie. It was really rude to treat you like that-" Richie cut him off. "It's ok man really, I get it. She's your friend, I was a dick." "Yeah but you and Eddie are my friends too." "Well then what do you say Haystack," Richie extended out a hand. "Back to buds." Ben agreed and shook Richie's hand. Richie took a seat next to Eddie on the couch. "Hey, I'm glad your back I wanted to-" Richie leaned in and kissed Eddie. "As much as I love you and your adorable rambling I wanted to apologize." Eddie was suddenly very nervous. He thought to himself 'Shit this is it. He still loves Kassidy.' "Sure, Sure yeah. Umm a-about what Rich?" Richie took Eddie's hands in his fiddling with them out of nerves. "About everything. About not telling Kassidy. About not even being decent enough to break it off first so neither of you would get hurt. All of this would have been so much easier and nobody would've had to lose any friends. I'm just so sorry Eddie, I love you and I never wanted to hurt you like that." Eddie was so relieved to hear those words come out of Richie's mouth. He put a hand up to Richie's cheek and leaned to kiss him. "I love you too Richie." Richie chuckled in relief "Thank fuck."

You and Stan walked back to the car hand in hand. "So what do you wanna do now? " You leaned your back up against the car door "Oh I don't know maybe some more of this." Stan leaned himself against the car by his forearm and with his other hand lifted your chin, leaning down connecting your lips. You hummed against his lips. "Well, I do love doing that." "Do you want to go back to your place-" Stan pressed a small kiss on your neck "Watch a movie." "Shit!" Stan's head shot up. "I left my house keys at Bens." "We can sneak through your bedroom window." You push yourself off of the car, past Stan, and walked to the other side pulling your door open. "I don't wanna go back there either but with any luck, Richie won't be there." Stan groaned and got into the car.

You wrapped your knuckles on the door and Mike opened it with a smile. "I just forgot my keys." Mike let you in past him to the table where the keys sat. You quickly walked over to the table and grabbed your keys. Turning around back towards the door you catch Richie staring from the couch next to Eddie. For once you didn't feel the wind knocked out of you. But you couldn't say that the feeling of wanting to punch him had dulled any. You carried on toward the door when Richie called out your name. You sighed and banged your head on Mike's front door and contemplated for a second whether or not you should pretend you didn't hear him and keep walking. Apparently, you had stayed there a bit too long. Richie tapped two fingers on your shoulder. "I was just wondering if you would let me talk at you for a second. You don't need to say anything, or react in any way really-" You turned around and put your hands on his shoulders. He froze silent as you drew a deep breath. "I forgive you." It wasn't easy to say, you weren't even sure it was true. A part of you wanted to keep him dangling in wonder and guilt but you knew that you would eventually fully forgive him and the more you saw him moping around the more you would most likely enjoy watching him suffer for what he did. But if he just thought that you had forgiven him then maybe he would go back to his old trashmouth self and you all could move on.

Richie was taken by surprise, to say the least. He felt relief for a fleeting moment until he remembers Stan. "He's out in the car" He heard him speak softly. She somehow always knew what was going on inside his head, that's what made him think that she was so great, that they would be so great together. Against your better judgment, you grimaced and said, "I can give you five minutes. But he has the car keys so I can't promise he won't dive off on you." Richie threw his arms around you and squeezed you, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" "Yeah, sure get off me" He smiled at you, "Sorry." As Richie walked out the door he turned back to you, "He wouldn't drive off without his best girl." Richie started making trumpets sound in the tune of 'A Long Long Time' by Kitty Kallen and closed the door. You rolled your eyes as you and Mike laughed

Richie fell silent as he walked up to your car with Stan in the front seat. He raised his hand and tapped on the window. Stan kept his stare forward and locked the car door. Richie sighed. "Stan please." Richie heard the click of the car doors unlock and walked around to the other side and got in. "I'm so sorry. I was being a complete shit of a person and totally overreacted. I do care about her, I do! That's why I got so angry and it totally fucked up my judgment." Stan wasn't saying anything and it started to make Richie even more nervous. "I was angry and confused and I honestly don't know where all of that came from. That's not what I think of you at all, you gotta know that, Stan. You're one of my best friends and the best dude I know and I'm so sorry I said all of those things. I know I really fucked up." The two of them sat and stared out the windshield, Richie's leg bounced up and down from nerves until Stanley broke the silence. "I'm sorry too. That I turned my back on you. I couldn't understand how you had the most perfect girl right in front of you and seeing you hurt her made me angry too. I mean we all saw you and Eddie happening eventually, but I didn't think you two would go and do that. I love her and I guess I let that get in the way of our friendship." "I mean dude I don't really think I could blame you. I've seen the way she looks at you. It can make someone do stupid and crazy things." "Well then I guess that explains why you are so stupid and crazy," Stan laughed, "Eddie looks at you like that 24\7." Richie turned away laughing and hoped it hid the bright red flush on his cheeks. "I can't believe she actually forgave me." "Yeah me neither, to be honest." Stanley dead-panned. "Buuut," Stan took a calming deep breath, "If she can forgive you, then I guess I should too."

Eddie walked up to (Y\N) hesitantly as she was laughing with Mike. Mike saw Eddie and took that as his cue to leave, or rather to eavesdrop from the kitchen with Beverly, Ben, and Bill.

"Thanks for uh.. for forgiving Richie, he's been a wreck," Eddie said. "N-not that I've been fine! I-I feel completely terrible for what I did. But I mean I-I-I'm not trying to make you feel bad for me or anything. O-or for Richie. I just mean that we're both really sorry. I'm so, so very sorry (Y/N)." Eddie stammered through quickly. Man, do your shoes look mighty interesting at that moment. 'You forgave Richie why is it so hard to forgive Eddie. Maybe because we only gave Richie a premature apology so we could all get back to normal? Should I have to do that with Eddie too? Fuck that neither of them deserves it!' You fought back and forth with yourself in your head before finally looking up at Eddie. You took a deep breath, "I know...I-" Eddie cut you off "You don't have to." "I feel like I should." "You already kinda forgave Richie I know that's a big thing so you can hate me for as long as you need I deserve it." You smiled at Eddie and walked out of the house. Richie saw you walking towards the car and stepped out leaving the door open for you. You got in and leaned over to Stanley cupping the side of his face to bring him closer and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Stan started the car as you buckled. You tucked your legs up onto the seat and curled up to get comfy. Stan rests his hand over on one of your legs as you closed your eye

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[good-doctor-imagine]

Wingman (Bill Denbrough)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Fem!Reader

Prompt(s): A86. “Because you’re so young.” / B43. “We’re friends, you can tell me anything.” from @swanimagines​’s prompt list [xxx]

Summary: Georgie seems too young to know anything about love but that doesn’t mean he can’t be his big brother’s wingman.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m sorry if this one is a bit different from normal. I’m trying to get back into writing and for some reason I felt out of my element while writing this one.

Your hand swung side to side as you waved back at your friends. Behind you, Bill offered a sheepish smile to his friends, fiddling with the house key in his hand as he walked to the front door. After saying goodbye to your friends, you turned around and followed closely behind Bill, rocking on your heels as he messed with the keys.

A few moments of struggling later, you two were able to step foot in the house. Your shoulders relaxed at the familiar atmosphere. You'd known Bill for a long time since both of you were in kindergarten. His house was not something new to you, you had plenty of playdates as a kid and every summer you would spend practically every weekend in his house.

"(Y/n)!" Georgie came running down the stairs, a wide smile plastered on his face. Your hands shook a little as you extended your arms towards him out of worry. Thinking you were offering a hug, Georgie only ran faster and jumped into your arms as soon as he made it to the entrance.

You let out a surprised noise as you were pushed back a bit from the young boy's strength. It was a bit shocking realizing how much Georgie had grown up.

"Georgie, you scared me," You sighed, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a squeeze. "You shouldn't run down the stairs with socks on."

Georgie separated from you and shook his head, playfully pouting at your scolding. In response, you ruffled his hair, making him laugh.

"Why do you like (Y/n) doing that but not me?" Bill questioned, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Because it's (Y/n)," Georgie simply shrugged before running off into the living room.

"I don't get why he likes you more, I'm his brother," Bill grumbled, sending you a fake glare.

You smiled at him and raised your hand, extending your arm towards Bill's head. "Oh, I'm sorry," You grinned mischievously, "Were you jealous? Did you want me to mess with your hair too?"

Bill's eyes widened as he dodged your hand, feet scurrying into the living room to get away from you. Laughing, you followed him, leaning over the sofa to ruffle his hair. Bill frowned and quickly grabbed the throw pillow sitting on the couch next to him. You didn't get much time to react before he swung the pillow and hit you straight in the face.

You stumbled back, a hand covering the side of your head. Bill dropped the pillow and immediately ran towards you, waving his hands around frantically. "Sorry! I'm sorry I thought you would dodge it!"

You chuckled at your friend and hit his arm, sending him a smile. Bill's shoulders dropped at your gesture and an embarrassed smile replaced his panicked expression.

"(Y/n), are you staying the night?" Georgie asked from the sofa.

"No." Georgie frowned and sunk into the couch slightly. "But I am staying for dinner. I'm leaving when your parents get back."

"Then can we watch a movie before dinner?" Georgie gazed at the two of you with puppy dog eyes.

You smiled at him and looked over at Bill. Bill grumbled and walked off, heading to the basement to grab their box of DVDs.

As Bill took his time searching for the DVDs, you took a seat next to Georgie, relaxing into the cushions of the sofa. When Bill disappeared into the basement, Georgie leaned over to whisper in your ear.

"Why are you being weird around Billy?"

Your heart froze for a second as you struggled to respond. How did his little brother even notice anything?

"Ah, it's nothing..." You responded, keeping your eyes on the TV to avoid eye contact.

"We're friends, you can tell me anything," Georgie added, leaning in front of you so you couldn't avoid his gaze.

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because you're so young," You rolled your eyes, once again reaching out to mess with his hair.

This time, Georgie dodged your hand and shook his head at you. "I'm six," He defended.

"Exactly." Georgie angrily sunk into the couch, turning his head away from you. Sighing, you leaned towards him. "Sorry, Georgie. I will tell you some other time, okay?"

Georgie grumpily turned back, arms crossed in front of his chest. You had to keep yourself from laughing at the resemblance the two brothers had.

"I'm back," Bill announced, closing the basement door with his foot. "Pick the movie, Georgie."

•••

The movie was a bit awkward, to say the least. You sat between the two brothers, Georgie curled into your side as Bill fidgeted next to you every few minutes. Whenever Bill would move closer to you, Georgie would pull you towards him. By the end of the movie, Georgie was practically sat on your lap. Bill had given up, jaw clenched as he stared at the screen. Anyone could tell he was upset. His brother was supposed to be his wingman, after all.

When the credits started rolling, you stretched slightly, trying not to disturb Georgie as he slept.

"I'll order pizza." Bill shot up from the sofa and sped to the kitchen, his face red as he passed by you.

You watched as Bill strode out of the room, obviously not in the greatest mood. You bit your lip as your mind wandered to what your friends told you yesterday.

"You should just tell him," Beverly stated simply as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Wha– no!" You dismissed her idea, "That is not what I should do."

"Come on," Richie rolled his eyes, "As if he'd say no. Big Bill is practically whipped for you."

"That's not true," You shot at him, "Bill only thinks of me as his friend. We've known each other for a long time."

Richie dragged his palm down his face and groaned, tired of your excuses. Beverly shook her head at your words.

"Which is why you should tell him," Eddie joined in, "Bill understands you more than anyone, right?" You nodded. "Then he should understand."

"Ugh," You complained quietly, rubbing your forehead to relieve your headache.

"(Y/n)?"

The quiet voice made you jump slightly. "Yeah?"

"Do you like my brother?"

"Georgie!" Your voice rose, panic beginning to kick in. "Why would you say that?"

Georgie grinned sleepily at your reaction. "Y'know, Bill won't stop talking about you."

Your heart froze for a moment. "Really?"

"Mhm!" Georgie enthusiastically nodded, "I don't really get it, I think girls have cooties."

You looked down at him, noticing he was still curled into your side. "You think I have cooties?" You playfully asked, hands coming to his sides.

"Well, you're a girl, aren't you?"

As soon as he answered, you moved your fingers along his sides, making him squeal.

"Aha!" Georgie started laughing hysterically from your sudden tickle attack.

"Take it back!" You yelled jokingly, your smile widening.

"I'm sorry! You don't have cooties! You don't have cooties!"

"That's what I thought," You chuckled, standing up from the couch.

Georgie took a few seconds to catch his breath. By the time he calmed down, Bill entered the room, looking between the two of you.

"I heard yelling?"

You smiled over at Georgie before turning back to Bill.

"It was nothi–"

"I told (Y/n) you have a crush on her."

Bill's eyes blown wide at his brother's statement. The smile that was on your face disappeared when you processed his words.

"Y-You did w-what?" Bill stuttered, his face turning completely red as he stared at Georgie.

Georgie smiled mischievously as he pointed at you. "And (Y/n) said she has a crush on you too!"

Your throat went dry as your hands shook. You didn't say that, but it wasn't like Georgie was wrong.

"G-Georgie," Bill gritted his teeth, taking steps toward his brother.

"I'm going to my room!" Georgie giggled, running around the couch and sprinting up to his room to avoid his big brother's wrath.

The room was silent when Georgie left, leaving you and Bill alone together.

"Well, this isn't how I expected this to go," You rubbed the back of your head as you tried to swallow down your embarrassment.

"You really like me?" Bill questioned.

You looked at him. Surprisingly, all of the anger he had a few seconds ago disappeared as he stared at you. Instead, it was replaced with longingness and fear.

"I mean," You stumbled with your words, "Yeah, I do like you."

Bill's face once again bloomed red at your words. He coughed nervously and covered the bottom half of his face with his hands.

"I like you too."

Despite how tense the situation was, you laughed at Bill's confession. "I kind of figured that after what Georgie said."

"Shut up," Bill mumbled, hanging his head.

When your laughs died down, Bill rose his head and walked towards you, pushing his lips.

"Do you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime?" Bill asked quietly.

"I'd love to," You responded, your chest fluttering at his words. Was this even real?

"Cool," Bill nodded. It was silent for a few more seconds before both of you started to laugh.

"Georgie is really smart for his age," You wiped the tears that pooled in the corner of your eyes.

"He can't keep secrets," Bill protested but a wide smile was still on his face.

"Obviously not," You shook your head. "But maybe that's for the best."

[tsuchann]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎''𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒

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notes: not really a songfic but i did write this while listening to “you are in love” by taylor swift

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it happened gradually, happened without you even noticing. so slow you didn’t realize (as most things do) until your thoughts wandered to him any time you listened to a love song, or until your mind was too focused on sweet words he said to you that day instead of sleep, or until you were staring into his pretty doe eyes for a moment too long, counting the colors.

you can’t quite remember when it started- maybe when he complimented your dancing during the 6th grade dance even though you stepped on his foot a gazillion times (and you had heels on), or when he held you as you cried a week straight after your pet hamster died with no complaints, or hell maybe it was on the very elementary playground you met.

you’re not sure why either. maybe it was because he never failed to catch you when you tripped over air (even if he had to sprint from a couple feet away), or maybe because he always held your hand anytime you saw him, or maybe it was because he was just so undeniably stanley.

and you couldn’t get enough.

you can, however, pinpoint the exact moment you realized- it was too memorable to forget and you were sure you would be able to pass the story off for bedtime when you and stanley eventually have kids like you both knew you wanted (though you weren’t sure if you’d want them with anyone else).

it was saturday night- of course it was, the losers were cooped up in bill's basement, a random horror movie playing on the tv while the rest of your friends began to doze off.

richie and eddie wrapped in a cocoon blanket on the floor, mike on the armchair, and bill, bev, and ben squeezed on the couch. you and stan take the loveseat (as always)- your body on top of stanley's own, arms tangled, and legs hanging slightly off the loveseat's arm.

he was still awake, as far as you could tell. either that or he was humming in his sleep. his fingers were tangled in your hair, braiding it maybe, or just toying with it. your face in the nook where his neck and shoulder dove to meet as you played with the fingers on his other hand absentmindedly.

he shifted a bit, and let go of your hand to place his keys on the table and out of his pocket so it would stop poking his leg. but, his finger hit the corner of the table as he went to hold your hand again, and he hisses out a quiet “fuck.”

you let out a tired giggle, all you could muster in your sleepy state. “language.”

you could almost feel stan roll his eyes, his pretty eyes.

“didn't know you were awake, angel.” he mumbles, trying to play it off, but you can hear the smile in his voice. god, those damn pet names that make your stomach flutter.

you shift to rest your chin on the palms of your hands, elbows trapping stan's torso between them, so you can look up at him just to find him smiling fondly down at you. you don't say anything, just stare at him, admiring him with a dopey smile.

that's when it hits you, you think, as your eyes land on his lips. friends don't want to push their lips against each other's until they need to come up for air again. friends don't wonder how good their lips would feel against your neck. friends don't think about each other like that.

his smile widens, cheeks flushing a little as you unconsciously reach out and grab his hand again, interlocking your fingers. “you look sleepy, babylove.”

babylove.

you gulp, smiling weakly when all you wanna do is tell this boy how infatuated you really are with him. “just nearly there, love.” you offer, pet names slipping out so naturally and you realize you barely call each other by your names anymore.

it happens gradually, you think, but it doesn't seem like it. it seems like it hits you like a train, so fast, faster than your heart beating when he smiles.

he hums contently, carding his fingers in your hair. god, this boy, this boy. you were whipped.

“you're my best friend, y/n.” he says, a lazy smile tugging at his lips.

you smile back, but you don't meet his eyes. just a best friend. “you're mine, too, stannie.” you reply meekly.

regardless, you drift off to sleep comfortably in his safe arms.

“i love you.” you said once, nervous even though you had said it before. but, that was before you realized the real intensity of your love for stan.

stan grinned blindingly down at you, standing tall over you still in his baseball jersey, sticky with sweat, curls sticking to his forehead, and eyes bright after winning his game. “i know, angel. i love you, too!”

he pulled you closer by your waist, leaving his hands to rest at the curve on your back, pressing your chests impossibly closer.

“yeah.. but,” you averted your eyes, making his eyebrows knit in confusion. “i love you... but,” you but your lip, finally meeting his eyes again as his stared down questioningly.

“but?” he prodded in that voice you loved so much- you loved everything about him so so much.

your voice was quiet, “more than.. just a friend.”

his eyes widened, you could see it, and you prepared yourself for a rejection, but before you could even say anything, he was pushing his lips on yours.

cheers erupted from around you and whoops of “stan the man's getting some!”- right, you were at a party with all of stan's teammates and more-but you couldn't find it in you to care as he locked your fingers and smiled into your first kiss.

it happens so slow, so fast- you shrugged, only took you 8 years.

god, you were so in love.

[finnyboywolfhard]

Gross

Richie Tozier x Reader

summary: Y/N likes Richie so much its gross. 

Inspiration: Gross by Olivia Rodrigo 

warnings: literally just pure fluff, cursing we know who this is about 

word count: 2.1k 

The bass was heavy and loud, the people were insufferably packed together. Y/N was a really good friend, or so she kept telling herself, for coming to this party just to appease Bev. Ever since they met at a bookstore, they had gotten really close-despite living in two different towns. Y/N maneuvered her way through the swarm of people. She turned the corner into the living room and spotted her red headed friend in the corner alongside the group, she had heard called themselves ‘The Losers Club’. Her elbows starting jamming into people as she finally crossed the threshold of people and practically fell into the arms of one, Richie Tozier.

“Well, well, well. It appears that you’ve fallen for me.” Y/N let out a chuckle at the response. His brown eyes, goofy little grin and messy, curly hair did manage to melt her heart just a little bit in that moment.

“So, Y/N, you’ve met Richie.” Bev said as she pulled her from Richie’s arms and into a hug. The two stand swaying for a second before Y/N releases herself from the hug. She couldn’t help but notice the six set of eyes staring at her.

“Jesus guys, would it kill you to interact with her instead of stare.” Bev pulled Y/N’s back to her chest and looked toward the group. “You guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Ben, Bill, Mike, Stan, Eddie and Richie.” She pointed at each one as they were introduced.

“Ni-Ni-Nice to me-meet you, Y/N.” Bill said waving to her. Y/N and the group got acquainted a little before they all started breaking off in sections, leaving Richie and Y/N alone.

“Hey.” Y/N said breaking the awkward ‘silence’. “I don’t know this house at all, could you guide me to the kitchen for something to drink?”

“Of course m’lady.” He said taking on one of his many accents. He lightly grabbed her hand and dragged her through some people and into the kitchen. The girl somehow found a water bottle amidst the copious amounts of alcohol.

“Come on, not even one drink?” Richie said leaning in to shout over the music, their faces coming extremely close.

“No sir, I have to drive home tonight. Who’s your lucky DD?”

“Stan the Man Uris.” Richie slurred together slightly. He wasn’t drunk, but he wasn’t quite sober either. Y/N let out an ‘Ah’ in response. She noticed how many eyes were now spent looking at her and Richie.

“Hey Richie?”

“Yes my darling angel?” The nickname made her blush, but she had a bigger thing to focus on.

“Why is every girl in the room staring at you?”

“Oh…Uhh…well you see, I made a joke to some gullible ass freshman that I had a 12 inch wang and he’s started telling everyone. Now the class clown is somehow becoming the class arm candy. I just want it to stop.”

“What if we made them stare for another reason?”

“You got an idea?”

“Two, first off how do you feel about slapping?”

“Please don’t slap me.”

“Okay, what about pretending we’re gonna go hook up?”

“Now we don’t have to pretend if you don’t want to-“ She shoved his arm.

“Richie, do you want it to stop or not?”

“What should I do?”

“I’m gonna get really, really close.” She said as she pressed her body flush with his. Her face was centimeters away from his, she pulled his face down so that she could whisper into his ear. “Now wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer. Start talking about something random and just ignore what I am doing.” She pulled back just slightly as to start making eye contact. Her stomach was a flutter with butterflies and the proximity. His arms wrapped around her and snuggly brought her closer to him. He began jabbering about something stupid Eddie had said earlier that day about your hand getting chopped off while it’s out the car window. To sell the point to ones close enough to see, which considering how dense the party was was a lot of people, she kept glancing between his eyes and his lips while he was talking. After a few minutes past, she pulled him down to whisper again.

“Is it working?” She watched as his eyes lightly glazed the room and shook his head no. She cursed to herself. Richie’s eyes lit up with an idea, and his arms squeezed her tighter into him.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” Richie leaned down to whisper into her ear. He leans back and Y/N shakes her head yes. He gently grabs her chin and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. They stay kissing for a brief span before pulling apart. He leaned into her ear and said “If I get you to the front door, can we go out to your car?” All Y/N did in response was grab his hand. He lead her to the door, and she led him the rest of the way. Once they get to her car, she lets her head fall against the headrest on the seat.

“Oh my god it’s so much nicer out here.” She let out with a chuckle.

“You can say that again.” Richie said in the same manner. “Thank you for back there by the way, I just needed to get the fuck out of there.”

“Oh yeah, no worries. What should we do about Bev and the boys?”

“I figured that when they can’t find us, they’ll come looking. In the meantime, we could hangout…that is if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Y/N said with a beaming smile. And from that day on, they hung out as much as they physically could. Their weird fake relationship blossomed into a wonderful friendship and then a very real relationship. For nearly 3 months, the pair had seen each other at least five times in a week. Whether that meant Richie driving the 45 minutes to her or vice versa. It was a lot, and it was expensive but they didn’t care. They were having fun and loving where they were.

Y/N was hanging a new photo of her and Richie on her wall by her bed, as Richie watched idly on her bed. His eyes wandered around the walls and furniture at all the different photos and keepsakes she had kept. While most of the photos were of either him, or the two together, he didn’t feel narcissistic in loving how her room looked. He loved it just because it was hers.

“So tell me my darling angel, how was school today?”

“Fine.”

“No Y/N. We’re not doing this bullshit today. What happened?”

“Nothing, just this dumb bitch Penelope C.”

“God, I hate that Penelope C piece of shit.” He said, matching her same angered tone.

“Rich, you don’t even know her babe.”

“I trust your opinion of her, if you hate her, I fucking despise her.” Y/N grabbed her boyfriends face wasting no time in making out with him. She pulls back and just looks at him stunned.

“Why was that the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me?”

“What can I say? I know what drives the ladies crazy.”

“I’m sure of it.” She said sarcastically. Richie did his signature puppy dog eyes, and her icy heart was thawed. She gave him one more peck to the lips, and then began placing pecks scattered all over his face. He grabbed her by her hips and flipped her to be beneath him. He began tickling her relentlessly. Her laughter filled the room, yet also drained her. She pried him off of her. The two lay side by side, heads turned to make eye contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N.” Richie said. Y/N moved her head closer and gave him one more soft kiss.

Music softly filled the car. Richies hand was placed gently in Y/N’s lap, his thumb absentmindedly grazes her leg. Her eyes were wandering, looking at each driveway, house, mailbox and road. One day, hopefully, her and Richie would be driving to their own house. They would pull into the driveway and go inside to see their pets or their kids. Her future with him seemed bright. A wide smile creeped across her face as did a light blush.

“What’s got you so smiley?” Richie said, glancing away from the road to look at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“You were thinking about me huh?”

“Yeah…” Y/N said embarrassed.

“Tell me all the dirty little details, my darling angel.” He said cockily, smirking towards the road.

“Ugh, Richie don’t be gross. I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“I’m sorry, but is it so hard to believe that my hot girlfriend is thinking about her incredibly sexy boyfriend?”

“Oh shut the hell up.” She said through her laughter. He started faintly laughing with her.

“What were you really thinking about?”

“Just about what it would be like to have a future together. And what it would be like to drive to a home of our own with things of our own.”

“You really want a future with me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I can’t wait for it then.” He said smiling, transferring his hand from her thigh to her hand. He gave her hand a light squeeze. They drove in comfortable silence for a moment, before Y/N had the idea to stir the pot.

“Oh and Richie?”

“Yeah?”

“Think of all the sex we could have in a house of our own.” She said with a smirk as they pulled into her driveway.

Bev wandered around Y/N’s room as she was chaotically putting away her laundry all over her room.

“Jesus, everywhere I turn, there’s Richie.” Bev said breaking the silence, making Y/N giggle to herself. “You really like that dumbass don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.” Y/N stopped for a moment to think about Richie Tozier before continuing,“I can’t help but think and talk about him all the time. He makes me feel so safe and loved, and he always makes me laugh harder than anyone else. I want everything from him- the highs, the lows, and everything in between. I want to tell him everything about my day and i want to hear about the trivial shit he talks about like the traffic coming to see me or what bill did at lunch that day. I like him so so much. I lo-love him.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda gross.” Bev joked with Y/N. “I’m happy for ya Y/N/N, as annoying as he is, he is a really good guy.”

“God, he is so annoying… but it’s kinda why I love him.” The girls continued their night as planned, but the thoughts of how Y/N felt about Richie never left.

As soon as Bev left her house early the next morning, she hopped in her car and went over to Richie’s house. Bev always had to leave super early because of her dad, so Y/N knew she couldn’t just knock on the Tozier’s door. She climbed her way up a tree and across some of Richie’s roof in order to knock on his window. A shirtless and boxer clad Richie came the window groggily.

“What are you doing here darling angel? It’s fucking 7 am.” He said, rubbing his eyes and through a yawn.

“I just really gotta talk to you.” His eyes widened at that sentence. He ushered her in and onto his bed. She sat for a few seconds and then stood up to pace a small line.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Richie said.

“I just…I like you so much it’s gross.” Y/N said looking right at him. “And you were right.” She said with a roll of the eyes and a light stamp of her foot.

“What? What do you mean ‘I’m right’?”

“That very first night we met, hell the very first moments we met. You were right, I did fall for you.”

“Y/N…” Richie said quietly, coming up to bring his body flush to hers, just the moment at the party.

“I love you Richie.”

“I love you so fucking much Y/N.” He said, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N sure was glad he was the one she gave her heart to.

[liesyousoldme]

For a reddie prompt: «wait, did you just tell me you love me?» 💜 hope you’re doing well, lovely!

i’m so sorry this took so long! i hope you enjoy :)

The relationship was new (well, as new as a relationship with someone who was already your best friend can be), but it still felt new to Richie. It was in all the little things he was allowed to do now that he hadn’t been before, like wrapping an arm around Eddie’s waist, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and reaching out to grab his hand. 

It had been three glorious months of new, and Richie wasn’t quite done basking in it yet. In those three months, Eddie had come to visit LA five times, and though neither of them had said it aloud it was clear it would eventually become a permanent move for him. So now, on Eddie’s fifth trip to LA in the last three months, the two stood side by side in a home goods store, staring at an array of small side tables, because “you can’t just keep balancing things on the arm of the couch, Richie, that’s insane.”

“I think there’s an obvious answer here,” Eddie said, gesturing to a wooden table with a small drawer that Richie was pretty sure matched the shade of his television stand. And sure, the table was fine. It had four legs. A drawer, for who the fuck knows what. It was big enough to put a plate on and still have room for a drink. 

But.

But at the end of the aisle was a beauty. One with three legs probably made of plastic, with an iridescent top in a crescent moon shape.

“Do you think the box is too big to just carry out? I really don’t want to have to go get one of those giant carts –“ Eddie was saying, already reaching for the box containing the boring side table.

“Wait!” Richie grabbed Eddie’s arm, watching the other man’s eyebrows raise.

“Yes?”

Richie bit his lip and glanced over to the moon table. Eddie followed his gaze.

“What the fuck, Richie, no! The whole purpose of the table is to put things on it! Literally nothing is going to fit on that table.”

Richie sighed wistfully, still staring.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, glaring.

Finally, Richie looked back to Eddie and did his best to look very sad and needy.

“Rich,” Eddie said. “It’s so impractical.”

“But it’s shiny,” he countered, taking a single step closer to the table.

“If you put a plate on that it will immediately fall off.”

“Who needs practicality anyway?’’

Eddie looked at him in disbelief. “You do! That’s the entire point!”

Richie opened his mouth to argue but Eddie beat him to it. “I’m not letting you spill another full plate of spaghetti on the floor because you try to balance it on the arm of the couch. You’ve already broken two mugs. You need a practical side table.”

Richie pouted, taking another look at the boring table Eddie had picked. It did match his television stand…

But.

“How about this,” Richie said finally, after a long staring contest with the wooden table. “We get this little guy to put next to the arm of the couch.”

“Thank you –“

Richie cut him off, running to the other end of the aisle and standing beside the moon table. “And then we get this lovely lady for next to the recliner!”

Eddie didn’t move for a few moments, and Richie felt his heart drop a little, then he began to feel indignant. It was his house, goddammit, he should be able to buy whatever the fuck he wants, regardless of how much he wants Eddie to feel comfortable in his space –

“What if we put it in the den,” Eddie suggested, the corner of his mouth twitching like he was trying to fight off a smile. “Next to the bean bag. Good?”

Richie smiled so wide it hurt. “Eds, you beautiful, beautiful man –“

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie waved him off, cheeks beginning to turn pink. “You’re just lucky I love you.”

There was a pause in which Eddie’s eyes widened and the pink in his cheeks faded, leaving him pale. Richie was pretty positive his own heart skipped a beat.

“Wait, did you just tell me you love me?“

“No,” Eddie said, shaking his head, looking slightly terrified.

Richie began to grin. “You can’t take it back! You already said it!”

Eddie huffed, then muttered, “Well that hardly seems fair –“

“I love you, too,” Richie said, feeling lighter than he ever had.

“You –“ Eddie looked stunned. “Even though I’m making you buy this table you don’t even like?”

“Eddie, I am a grown adult. You can’t make me buy a table. You’re allowed to have a say, and we came to a wonderful compromise,” Richie said, still grinning.

“It’s your house.”

Richie shrugged, taking a few steps closer to Eddie. “What’s mine is yours.”

“Yeah?” He sounded starstruck.

“Yeah,” Richie agreed. “Plus it’s – I mean, I hope eventually you’ll… You know, it’ll actually be yours, too. If you want.”

“I want,” Eddie said quickly, closing the last of the distance between them. “I want that very much.”

Richie, overwhelmed, reached out to pull Eddie to him, breathing out a calming sigh when Eddie’s face tucked into the crook of his neck. Each huff of breath against his skin felt like one step closer to forever.

After a long moment, Eddie pulled back and tilted his head up, brown eyes soft and warm. Richie pressed a kiss to his lips, then they both took small steps back.

“Alright,” Eddie said, his eyes shining.

“Alright,” Richie nodded. “Now let’s buy ourselves some fucking tables!”

[marvelslut16]

Prank gone wrong

Prompt number: 19 “I can’t do this anymore”

Fandom: It

Paring: Richie Tozier x reader (aged up to 17 or 18)

Rating: T

Word count: 2.6k (this was supposed to be short!)

Warnings: Swearing. Bullying. Mentions of domestic abuse/domestic violence- nothing graphic. asshole Richie. Angst but ends fluffy

A/N: Oof I’ve been gone for ages, I’m sorry guys. But here’s day one of fictober, so hopefully I’ll be able to keep up and this will motivate me to write regularly again. I’m not sure if I love this one or not. I liked the idea when I started and then it took some turns and this is what I ended up with while writing between zoom classes, so sorry if it sucks. I added the second gif cause it’s closer to the age in the story. 

It all started as a stupid prank, a way to get back at Greta for years and years of torture, you never thought it would end in you losing a friend. Just over three months ago Richie agreed to Bev’s plan, take Greta out on a few dates and then publicly humiliate her- give her a taste of her own medicine. But to everyone's surprise, it lasted way longer than a few dates and there was no end in sight. Worst of all it seemed that Richie was actually falling for her- he would defend her any chance he got and even started ditching the losers to spend time with her and her friends. 

It was no surprise to you that Greta fell for Richie, he’s funny, sweet, and he’s aged well. His head has grown into his coke bottle glasses, he still wears hawian shirts but now he has a leather jacket over them constantly- a leather jacket that the two of you picked out together. There is no better than one Richie Tozier, and your feelings are getting harder and harder to deny. Your crush on the trashmouth developed back in middle school- the summer Pennywise reigned terror, but through the years your crush turned into something stronger- by senior year you knew you loved him. Halfway into said school year every loser, besides Richie of course, knew of your feelings for him. The pitied glances they would send your way were almost suffocating. 

Richie is late to lunch yet again, probably making out with Greta in the hallway, so each of you are using this time to talk about the personal hell her and her friends have created for each of you today. You go last, quickly giving them a rundown of your encounter with her in the bathroom, where she threatened you to stay away from ‘her Richie’ and that you would live to regret it if you didn’t. She even ripped one of your textbooks out of your hands, dropping it into the disgusting toilet water- calling you a worthless slut on her way out. 

“Greta is such a bitch!” you complain to your friends, mindlessly pushing around the mush they call lunch at Derry high with the cheap plastic spork they provide. 

“I’d prefer if you didn’t talk about my girlfriend that way,” Richie’s voice is calm and even- lacking the normal excitement and joking lilt to it. Your eyes widen in horror at him having heard you, then they narrow at how genuine his defense of her is. 

“Richie, c’mon, let it go,” Eddie pleads, glancing between your shocked and hurt face and Richie’s angry one. 

“No Eddie, I’m so sick of (Y/N) talking shit about my girlfriend!” you whip around in your seat and look at him in shock. 

“Richie what the hell?” you rise out of your seat so he won’t look down on you literally and figuratively anymore. He cocks his eyebrow, head dropping to the side as he crosses his arms and lets out a huff of annoyance. “Ya know what? I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what anymore?” Richie doesn’t drop the cocky attitude, making the next words out of your mouth slightly less painful. 

“Be your friend,” there’s a collective gasp from your friends. Richie’s face morphs into shock and sadness for a split second before hardening and sending you another glare. “Not when you’re dating her. She’s changing you Richie!” 

“Greta was right about you, you are a bitch,” your breath catches in your throat and you fight the tears that well up in your eyes. Richie’s glare is unflinching as you stare him in the eye, a tell-tale sign that he doesn’t regret a single word that he said. The murmuring from the table behind you stops the moment the words leave his mouth, they all stare at their friend in shock. 

“Fine, then you’ll never have to deal with this bitch again,” you spin around and grab your backpack and lunch tray. “Fuck you Richard Tozier!” you dump your tray of mush into the trach on your way out of the cafeteria nad away from that stupid boy you somehow fell for. 

“What did you just do?” Stan is the first one to regain the use of his voice, he’s glaring at Richie as the boy takes your recently vacated seat. 

“I’m sick of her attitude towards Greta,” he tries to defend, shocked when all of his friends level him with matching glares. 

“W-wh-what h-ha-ha-happen-ned to th-he pr-pr-prank-k?” Bill’s recently improved stuttering growing worse as he grows anxious at the turn of events between his friends. 

“Greta isn’t the bad one here, we’ve been rude to her all of these years!” Richie once again tries to effectively defend his girlfriend.

“She wrote loser on my cast!” Eddie practically screeches before he goes into an anxiety attack, beleving it’s an asthma attack he takes two puffs from his inhaler.

“Her and her friends dumped wet garbage on me,” Bev adds, quieter than Eddie. 

“That was in middle school,” Richie rolls his eyes, leaning back in his seat. 

“I thought you were in love with (Y/N) before the whole prank, that you did it to get over her,” Eddie says slowly this time, having calmed down from moments prior. 

“Greta helped me realize I never loved (Y/N), I was doing what was expected after years of friendship,” the losers stare at him- open mouthed and gaping at Richie’s stupidity. 

“She attacked (Y/N) in the bathroom this morning,” Mike tries to reason with his brainwashed friend. 

“No, (Y/N) was lying to you guys. She attacked Greta earlier, not the other way around. She screamed at Greta to break up with me or she’d regret it, and then dumped her books in the toilet and called her slut.”

“Greta did that to (Y/N), you dumbass!” Bev grows increasingly angry, at Richie and herself for coming up with the stupid prank. “I was in there with her, Greta’s convinced (Y/N)’s in love with you so she wants to rip you apart. Do you honestly believe (Y/N) would do something like that?”

“Shit!” Richie slams his fists on the table, causing most of the cafeteria to turn and looking at him briefly before going back to their individual tasks. Everything Greta had blamed on you in the past three months comes rushing back and he realizes that they’re all out of character but in character for Greta. Somewhere along the way he convinced himself that Greta was telling the truth so he had a reason to stop being in love with his best friend- he was too scared to tell you because you’re the only person that could actually hurt him. 

“(Y/N) (L/N) to the principal's office immediately,” the voiceover the intercom cracks showing the age of the ancient system. 

“Richie?” Stan isn’t sure he wants to know the truth as he asks the question. 

“I told Greta to tell the principal,” his voice is oddly quiet and broken, definitely out of character for the jokester trashmouth. 

“You fucking idiot!” Bev seethes, staring Richie down. They’re the only two that know the truth about your father. 

--

You quickly get up from your place in the library and walk down the empty halls to get to the principal's office. Once you arrive the secretary gives you a dirty look, causing you to sink back and the pit of anxiety in your gut to grow. Greta sends you a triumphant smirk before going back to fake sobbing as she walks out of the principal's office and past you. 

You feel like you're going to vomit as you walk into the principal's office behind him, the look on his face says you’ll get after school detention for at least a week! Whatever lies Greta told about you are clearly being believed by him and the secretary. 

“You’re a good student Miss. (L/N), so why have you been harassing Miss. Keene?” he crosses his arms over his chest, they rest lightly on top of his bulging gut. 

“I haven’t-” you try to defend, but he puts up a hand to stop you. 

“She alleges it’s because you have feelings for her boyfriend Mr. Tozier and you’re upset that she chose her over you.”

“That’s not true-” his glare cuts you off this time. 

“Today alone you threw her books in the toilet, threatened her for being with Richie, and called her a slut,” the words today alone stand out to you, how many lies did she tell? 

“She did that to me! Not the other way around!” you try desperately for him to believe you. 

“Then why didn’t you come to me?” he raises a brow much like Richie did in the  cafeteria, Greta has both of them wrapped around her finger and against you. 

“Because no ones ever done anything! She’s been torturing me since we were in grade school and she’s never got in trouble! A freshman came to you last week saying Greta was bullying her and you didn’t do anything!”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to suspend you for the rest of the week.” he says firmly, no room for negotiation or pleading. 

“That’s four days!” you cry out incredulously.

“Do you want to make it longer?” when you don’t respond he continues talking. “Your father is on his way, go get your books from your locker and leave school property.” 

You hear someone call your name from down the hall as you grab all of your textbooks from your locker, trying to shove all five thick books into your bag. You ignore the voice up until it’s right next to you and you realize it’s Richie trying to plead for forgiveness. 

“Lose my number, and while you’re at it forget my name. Stay the fuck away from me Tozier!” Your outburst grabs the attention of the other students walking to their next class, everyone shocked by the inseparable duo of Tozier and (L/N) fighting. You slam your locker shut with a loud bang, heading for the door and away from him calling your name.

--

Monday comes agonizingly slowly, but when it does you're sitting with Bev in the bathroom during third period, both of you telling your teachers you don’t feel good. 

“How bad was it?” she flicks her lighter and lights her cigarette, standing next to the window so she can blow the smoke outside. 

“Worse than it's ever been,” you feel ghost pains on your back from where your dad's leather belt met your flesh for the past six days. “Since Richie didn’t sneak in to help clean them this time I think I may have an infection.”

“He broke up with Greta,” Bev changes the subject, she knows you only trust Richie enough to see the damage your father inflicts, so she doesn’t bother to ask to check on it.” 

“Good for him,” you stare down at the gross linoleum tile under your beat up Chuck Taylor’s. Richie had promised to take you away from your father the moment you two graduated, he’d been promising it for years, even while he was with Greta, but now you aren’t holding out hope for the promise. 

“He’s been miserable without you,” the bell signaling the end of the period saves you from formulating an answer. Bev quickly flushes her cigarette butt and the two of you head to the cafeteria, you’re a little worried about sitting with the losers after your fight with Richie. Bev grabs your hand and gently pulls you to the table when she notices your hesitance. You catch up with the rest of the losers, minus Richie who isn’t in the lunchroom which you’re oddly sad about, finding out about tests and break ups you missed while you were suspended. The loud ear splitting sound of feedback causes the entire cafeteria to cover their ears and look to the microphone stand in the front of the room. Richie is standing in the front holding the microphone, cringing slightly at the loud sound. No lunch ladies run to grab the microphone from him, meaning he got permission to do whatever it is he’s about to do. His wild curls bounce as he nervously shifts from foot to foot as he looks around the cafeteria until he locks eyes with you. You can’t look away from him so you miss the smiles the losers give each other and the high five Bev and Ben share. 

“(Y/N) I don’t know what I could ever say to you to get you to forgive me, I can never forgive myself for hurting you,” he talks into the microphone, everyone looking between the two of you, but neither of you seem to notice anyone but each other. “I know I embarrassed you, so maybe if I embarrass myself in front of everyone you’ll forgive me a little bit. (Y/N), I never meant to hurt you, I only agreed to the prank because I wanted to forget you. No- fuck that doesn’t sound right.

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school and I knew you could never love me too, even when Ed’s told me you did I couldn’t believe it. I wanted to forget my feelings for you because I never wanted to hurt you, so I agreed to the prank. But I hurt you anyway because I let Greta get in my head, so I even failed the damn prank. But I love you so fucking much (Y/N) and I’m sick of running from these damn feelings. All I want to do is take you away from this hellhole after we graduate, and go to NYU together like we’ve planned since Freshman year. I love you (Y/N) (L/N), and I’ll spend the rest of my life apologizing to you about how shitty I was if you give me a second chance.” 

Your body stands up on autopilot, and you don’t realize you’re walking towards him until your face to face. Lifting your hand you gently push a curl that fell in front of his eye away and tuck it behind his ear, he leans his head into your hand as a lunch lady comes and takes the microphone out his hand grinning largely at teen love. You struggle to find words, so you wrap both your hands around the lapels of his leather jacket and pull him into a kiss. It isn’t your first kiss, Bill had dared you two to kiss sophomore year in a game of truth or dare in the barrens, but this kiss is different. These aren't two kids afraid of the adult feelings that were overcoming them, these are two almost adults finally giving into the most powerful and amazing feeling in existence. Richie makes sure to keep his hands away from your back, he’ll clean out your cuts later, instead he tangles his fingers into your hair pulling you in deeper. Before the kiss can go too far you pull back giggling as Richie follows your face trying to kiss you again. 

“I love you too,” you rest your forehead on his, turning your giggling face into a mock serious one. “But you’re on thin ice mister.” 

“I love you more,” he caresses your cheek and you grin happily, laughing at his antics when he starts speaking again. “Than I love Eddie’s mom.” the entire cafeteria is whooping and hollering at your kiss, but non louder than your losers. Well, everyone except Greta, who lets out a high pitched huff and storms out of the cafeteria. 

“I think the prank ended up working out,” you giggle, lightly nipping at Richie’s thumb as it grazes over your lower lip.

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