#they DONT NEED each other its just shin getting caught up by shadows and. oh the way i perceive shin to view midori...

[tetsunabouquet]

Hello! Would you like to write something where the kuroko no basket boys (aomine, midorima and Wakamatsu and Imayoshi) are caught on a date with they’re girlfriend and they see there friend act so sweet and gentel with her.I hope that you would like something like this.

You can chose the characters ofc if you dont like then or feel like someone else! Have a good day 🧍🏻‍♀️

Date Night Interupted

A/N: Hereby, a drabble dedicated to each of the 4 boys requested. I hope you all like it! I haven't covered Imayoshi and Wakamatsu in a headcanon or story yet, so its my first attempt at writing their characters.

Midorima

Midorima watched you as you tried hard not to laugh too loudly after he had whispered in your ear; "It's surprising how alluring you can be covered in ketchp." You couldn't with this guy. Who knew the person screaming about being a Cancer, is indeed a cancer and not a tsundere? Once you cracked his crabby shell, he was all mushy and adorable towards you when the two of you spent time together. He was far from a tsundere-like boyfriend, and could be incredibly cheesy from time to time. He kept this side of himself a secret, except to you and his family. Sometimes, you just melted at how cute he could be, or that fuzzy feeling he gave you. You smiled broadly at his sweet smile, eating at the park nearby the Maji Burger; the two of you had taken your order with you to have a picnic in the park. As you fed him a fry, you couldn't help but notice a shadow suddenly looming over you. The two of you looked up, you couldn't help but have your stomach sink. Takao. Takao was crashing your date. You hadn't met him yet as you didn't wanted Midorima to end up getting teased for his romantic side but you had watched their matches plenty of times and could recognize him clearly. "Eeeeh, you're on a date, Shin-Chan?" Takao asked, looking at you as your boyfriend's face flushed. "You're L/n F/n, right?" He asked you kindly, and you were surprised at how gentle the demeanor of the usual upbeat, energetic looking guy was. "Yeah," you replied, a bit embarrassed. "I hope Shin-Chan told you how nice you look. I'll leave you two lovebirds for today, okay?" He said, backing away slowly. You were even more surprised at how respectful he was currently acting. 'Perhaps going public with Shintaro isn't going to be as embarrassing as I thought it would go for us.' You smiled back a bit nervously, and was met with an encouraging smile of your boyfriend's BFF. Yeah, not that embarrassing. "See you on monday, Shin-Chan, F/n-san!" Your smile widened, and your boyfriend let out a small sigh of relief at Takao's retreating form. "Thank god he is gone already, nanodayo." You giggled and leaned against him, and Midorima pulled you close. Not minding if your ketchup stain was now ruining his shirt too. "Well that went well, didn't it?" "At least it wasn't Kise." Midorima mubled before kissing you on the forehead and you giggled once more, completely warm with the fuzzy feeling Midorima gave you.

Imayoshi

"Sometimes, it almost gets annoying how you read others so well." You sighed. Often, words weren't needed when you were dating Imayoshi. It felt great to have such a connection, but it irked you from time to time that you couldn't talk about something simple without Imayoshi immediately knowing. "I know, but the fire twinkling in those eyes is too beautiful to apologize for." He teased, kissing you softly. This was also typically Imayoshi, the guy who knows exactly what to say and do, to make your frustration melt like the sun. Because he doesn't simply reads people and does what annoys them, he can also use it to do exactly what you need. It's why he was such a great captain. "I'm sorry for interrupting something interesting." You nearly fell backwards, if it wasn't for Imayoshi's hold on your waist. You looked up to see Yoshinori Susa, Imayoshi's closest friend on the team, "oh sorry, I hadn't meant to scare you, l/n-san." "It's okay." You replied kindly. "I do hope you have a meaning for this." Imayoshi stated, looking composed but you knew he was slightly irritated at the interruption. "I really am sorry. It's just I got my college applecation letter back, and I just wanted to tell you I got accepted." Imayoshi's mood melted and he smiled at his friend's good news, whilst you beamed at Susa. "That's great! I'm happy for you." He smiled softly and thanked you. "That's indeed good news. Are you planning to join the basketballteam?" "Yeah, Kotegawa already mentioned my name to the coach." He said, and you vaguely remembered him as a senpai who had been a part of the To-Oh basketballteam the year before. "I cannot wait to play against you." Imayoshi stated, and Susa's smile widened. "I can't either, but I'll see you at school. I think there's a lady who deserves your attention more then I do." Susa left with a kind smile, and you politely waved after his figure. Imayoshi tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. "I'm glad we both got accepted in the same college." "Me too," you breathed. You, as well, certainly couldn't wait for college.

Aomine

Your boyfriend had his arm slung around your shoulders whilst the two of you were walking down the street. The well-lit shops all colourful and bright, tempting customers to take a look inside. Music and the buzz of people making it even livelier. The two of you were going shopping and dinner later. Aomine decided it the moment you talked about needing to buy a new dress for your aunt's 50th birthday party, to apologize for your previous getting getting cancelled; he had been injured at a basketball game and had needed to rest. You liked how Aomine never forgot about you, but to him, you were just as important as basketball. As you stepped into your favourite store, it didn't take long to see a familiar pink haired girl, hanging onto the arm of another blue haired male. Momoi and Kuroko, on a date just like the two of you. You giggled as she spotted you, pulling Kuroko alongside her. "Hey, Dai-Chan, f/n-chan!" She chirped, as Kuroko besides her gave off a warm, serene vibe. "Yo Satsuki, Tetsu," came Aomine's greeting. "Hello Satsuki-san. It's nice to officially meet you, Kuroko." "Likewise," came his reply, giving you a small smile. "You here on a date too?" Momoi asked. You nodded and Aomine smiled at you. "Sheesh, I cannot believe you didn't told me." Momoi sighed. "I didn't knew I was obligated to share every bit of my love life with you." That made Momoi pout. "Satsuki, I think Aomine wants to have some privacy during his date." Kuroko kindly supplied, and your boyfriend shot him a grateful look. "Alright, but f/n-chan, do spill everything later." Momoi suggested with a wink and you chuckled. "Sure." You supplied, to which it was your boyfriend's turn to sigh. You giggled as you burried your face into his chest, and slowly, Kuroko pulled Momoi away, trying to talk to her about a shirt he saw that would look very cute on her. "He's a nice one, huh? Good for her." You said, smiling at the couple. "Yeah, Tetsu's apparantly quite the keeper." Aomine stated, before guiding you to the section of formal wear and evening attire. "You are too, you know that right?" You asked him sweetly, and Aomine grinned. "Obviously, I do babe."

Wakamatsu (He doesn't has any canon friends, so I decided to do this instead).

You and Wakamatsu had just taken your assigned seats at the cinema. It featured your favourite actor, so Wakamatsu decided to buy you two tickets and surprise you with them after his game the other day. You had been overjoyed, and you were giddy with excitement as you sat next to your tall boyfriend. After already impatiently stealing a hand of popcorn from the large bucket the two of you had bought for yourselves, your boyfriend next to you froze. As you peered over his tall stature, you could see Aomine sitting down next to him. "Eh?!" Wakamatsu grumbled. "Relax captain, I'm just sitting at my assigned seat. Don't mind me, enjoy your date." He said, surprisingly politer then usual. "I didn't saw you as the type to enjoy these movies." Wakamatsu stated, the dislike still filling his voice. "Mai's in it." Aomine declared. Wakamatsu huffed, but didn't say anything. Thank god the trailers started. As the movie began, you and Aomine were quick to start acting like fans, and Wakamatsu just looked at your enthusiastic face with a smile. The movie went on, and you grew more engrossed in the story, not noticing how your boyfriend's eyes hadn't left you for a single second. And, as the character portrayed by your favorite actor was shot and died at the climax, he wrapped his arm around you as you cried. His hand comfortably rubbed your upper arm, soothing you. You leaned against him as the movie finished, taking in the scent of popcorn and his cologne. Aomine stood up, waving towards the two of you, not having directed a word against the two of you before the trailers started. "I hope your date ends well, good luck." He said, in an encouraging, friendly manner before walking away. Wakamatsu stared at him dumbfounded and you giggled at the expression. "He's still a pervert though. Stay away from him." Wakamatsu muttered, to which you replied with throwing a handful of popcorn at him. "I'll do whatever I want to do. Be civil, my love." You asked as you gave him your big puppy eyes. Wakamatsu groaned. "Fine, but for you baby." "That's more like it!" You said, before you pecked him on the lips. "You're so lucky that you're so cute." Wakamatsu teased as he fed you a piece of popcorn. You winked in return, before the two of you went to his father's car that he was allowed to borrow, taking the remains of the popcorn with you to consumne during the trip. The date ended well indeed.

[beautiful-and-terrible]

dazed ‘n’ confused (part 4)

A/N: just a quick chapter for you guys before i have to put this story on the back burner :( i have an annual essay coming up in school that i gotta focus on. anyway, hope you like the gangs drunk shennanigans

Ship: Rodrick Heffley / OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug use, inebriated driving (DONT DRIVE DRUNK KIDS THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY DONT BE STUPID :) )

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“If we get caught, my mom’ll kill me,” Rodrick groaned.

“Let’s bounce,” Nicole said, untangling herself from him and grabbing his hand as they ran further into the back yard, looking for an escape route.

“I’ll boost you,” Rodrick said, gesturing to the fence. Nicole nodded, not thinking of a better plan, and wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. She stepped into the make-shift step Rodrick made with his palms, and as she swung a leg over the fence, he pushed her the rest of the way. It wasn’t the most graceful execution, and she ended up landing on her ass with a grunt of pain.

Rodrick also clumsily made his way over the fence - both of them being drunk and high didn’t help their coordination much. “Sorry, are you good?” Rodrick said, clutching his shin, and Nicole waved him off.

“It’s fine, let's just get to the van.”

“Oh, fuck, the van!” Rodrick hissed, “The pigs are totally gonna know it’s mine.” With a big fucking stupid band name written on the side, Nicole reckoned he was right - it was pretty easy to identify, even without the plates.

“I can drive, don’t worry,” Nicole said, already starting toward the white van, creeping between other cars on the street.

“Nikky, you’re as trashed as I am, no way am I letting you drive.”

“Trust me, hot Rod,” Nicole said, slipping her hand into his front pocket and pulling out his keys before he could even blink. As they approached his van, Chris and Ben appeared in the shadows next to them, whispering excitedly as they spotted them.

“As soon as we saw the lights we bolted,” Ben snickered, but Chris looked concerned.

“Yo, I hope Caitlin doesn’t get arrested. There was a lotta booze in there,” he muttered, and Ben smacked his arm.

“You whipped, dude?”

Chris scoffed, “No, I would just feel bad for anyone in that sitch.”

“I agree,” Nicole said, feeling guilty that she couldn’t help Caitlin get out of trouble.

“C’mon, let’s fucking go,” Rodrick said, and all at once the four of them dashed to the van. Nicole jumped in the driver's seat, shoving the key in the ignition with some fumbling, and peeling out from their parking spot across the street from Caitlin’s house with enough force to make even Rodrick proud.

“We’ll make a NASCAR driver out of you yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed, whooping as he leaned his head out the window like a dog, the night air tangling through his hair. Ben scrambled up to the front seat from the back of the van, fiddling with the radio before he settled on a station playing “Where Is My Mind” by Pixies. Nicole turned up the volume to its top capacity, concentrating on the road lines in front of her. The adrenaline of avoiding the cops had sobered her up a little, but she was still feeling paranoid from the weed and drowsy from the beer. She drove as slowly as she dared so as not to seem suspicious. 

“Thanks for being our getaway driver, Nicole,” Chris said, his words slurring a little more than she had noticed previously. She looked back and saw him chugging a beer in the back.

“Dude, don’t fucking drink while I’m driving! We’re already in deep shit as it is,” Nicole said, turning on to the main street of downtown Plainview. Just a few more turns and they’d be home.

“You’re deep in something, alright,” Ben cackled, and he and Chris high-fived.

“Yeah, six inches deep in your mom,” Nicole shot back, and Rodrick let out an “ooooooo”, pointing at Ben, “Gotcha, bitch.”

Eventually, by some miracle, they made it to Nicole’s street. She hit the curb as she pulled up in front of her and Rodrick’s house, causing all three boys to shriek in unison. Nicole dissolved into giggles, both in relief of finally being out of danger and in reaction to the boys high-pitched screams of indignation.

“She’s an antique, Nikky!” Rodrick said, jumping out of the van to stumble to the front and assess the damage.

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way,” Nicole snarked, and Rodrick suddenly looked at her intensely, giving her a slightly blurry-eyed up-and-down look. 

“Fine as hell,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear, and she blushed, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely.

“Rodrick, can we crash at your place,” Ben asked, Chris making puppy dog eyes at him.

“Me too - I don’t wanna wake my parents up. Our front door is creaky as shit,” Nicole said.

Rodrick sighed loudly, as if he were being asked to do something terribly inconvenient. 

“Yeah, fine. Y’all want mac and cheese?”

The four of them, all drunk and high as kites, looked at each other and nodded in perfect synchronicity. 

As quietly as they could for four fucked up teenagers, they snuck their way into Rodricks kitchen. He pulled out a four pack of Kraft Mac and Cheese microwave cups from the pantry, filling them all with way too much water and sticking all four of them, at the same time, in the microwave.

“Dude, can I eat this beef jerky?” Chris asked, rummaging through the pantry.

“They’re my dads,” Rodrick said, as if that offered an explanation. “If you wanna explain to him why they’re gone, knock yourself out.”

Chris slowly put the bag back, looking put out.

Nicole stood next to Ben, both of them leaning on the kitchen counter. Nicole looked over at him, and he looked back, giving her a little smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but where as Rodrick was endearing because he tried to seem cool and really wasn’t, Ben had an effortless coolness about him.

“Thanks for coming with us tonight, Ben,” Nicole said. The alcohol must be making her feel emotional. After all, they had only just met today.

“Aww, Nikky, of course! I never pass up an opportunity for debauchery,” Ben said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He pronounced debauchery like “de-booch-ery”, but Nicole was too drunk to catch the mistake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rodrick glaring at Ben. Dumbass, he has no reason to be jealous, Nicole thought to herself, and gave him a little reassuring wave by wiggling her fingers in his direction.

“Yo, be careful on this mac, its fucking hot,” Rodrick said, pulling the cups out of the microwave. They still had water in them, and the cheese powder wasn’t fully mixed in, but in the moment it was the most delicious thing Nicole had ever tasted.

“Should we watch a movie?” Ben suggested, and Chris bounced on his toes excitedly.

“Killer Clowns from Space!! Pleeeaaaase! You’ve been promising me for weeks now that we’d watch it.”

Ben sighed, Rodrick rolled his eyes, but Nicole had no opinion on the subject, so she made the executive decision to say, “I’m down.”

Ben and Rodrick both groaned, and Chris gave her a fist bump from across the kitchen island.

“Nikky has taste, sorry guys,” Chris said, looking very smug as he slurped his luke-warm mac and cheese.

They all somehow stumbled up to Rodrick’s room - Nicole belatedly realized she had been dreaming about being in his room for weeks, and now that she was here took the time to really appreciate what was in front of her.

A person’s room can tell you everything you need to know about them. For one, Rodrick was messy, but no more messy than any other average teenage boy. Clothes on the floor and the back of his desk chair, thrown haphazardly over a bean-bag in the corner of the room. There were christmas lights strung from the ceiling, both white and rainbow, that gave the room a cozy vibe that Nicole would’ve never expected from Rodrick.

His walls were mostly covered in band posters, and above his desk there was a cork board littered with tickets of concerts he had been to. Nicole almost seethed with jealousy at the sheer amount and quality of concerts he had been to - Leftover Crack, Pleasure Venom, Less than Jake, and one of Nicole’s personal favorites, Mannequin Pussy.

“You like Mannequin Pussy?” Nicole said, whipping her head around to look at Rodrick. 

“That's not the only kind of pussy he likes,” Ben hollered, causing Chris to smack him upside the head.

“There's a lady present, dumbass,” Chris said, and Ben raised his hands in surrender.

“I think you mean that’s the only kind of pussy he gets,” Nicole said, throwing a teasing wink toward Rodrick, who blushed bright red.

“Yeah, they’re good. Romantic is my favorite album,” Rodrick said, scratching the back of his neck self consciously. Ben and Chris started making kissing noises in his direction, and Rodrick threw a pillow at them.

As Chris and Ben fought over who would set up the projector, Nicole let her snooping instincts take over, looking at the other miscellaneous things Rodrick had around his room - empty liquor bottles filled with more lights, a surprising amount of books (mostly graphic novels), a lava lamp filled with miniature rubber ducks, and mushroom paraphernalia. Everywhere. His pillowcases, the tapestry above his bed, and the stickers on his water bottle all had holographic or brightly colored mushrooms on them. She was so absorbed in her investigation she didn’t even notice Rodrick next to her until he spoke.

“Committing it to memory? You might never be in here again,” Rodrick said with a small smirk. Nicole gave him a look out of the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t count on it, babe,” Nicole said boldly. She felt the warmth of Rodrick’s hand on her hip, and looked up at him. And his lips. She wanted to kiss him again so badly it was like a drug, her body telling her to get her next fix as quickly and as often as possible. Being in his space, the place he let himself be his most authentic self, was very intimate, even with Chris and Ben still arguing in the corner.

Rodrick looked away shyly, squeezing her hip once before turning back to the boys. Chris had evidently lost the rock-paper-scissors match to set up the movie on the projector, and was adjusting the screen on the far wall of Rodrick’s room, trying to find a website to pirate the movie from.

“If we’re gonna watch this shit let’s do it,” he said, settling himself in the beat up reclining chair he had, arms above his head. He should be illegal, Nicole thought to herself, making herself comfortable on the bed.

Which ended up being a mistake, because 20 minutes into the movie, Nicole was asleep. She felt a blanket being gently placed over her before she was dead to the world.

[richietozierluv]

valentine’s day - (richie tozier) part 1 of 2

part 2

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: You and Richie were... to say the least, ‘hanging out’. But sooner or later someone was bound to catch feelings, and sooner or later the others would find out.

Author’s Note: I know this is super, super late. LIKE SUPER LATE. But dear god I’ve been so busy with assignments and I’ve been so tired, but I thought I’d make it up to you guys by making it a two parter?

Request/s: @cyborgfromthesupermarket HELLOOOO I FRICKING LOVE YOU YOU ARE ONE OF THE BEST BLOGS OUT THERE AND I WAS HOPING YOU COULD DO A REQUEST WHERE Is like valentines day and richie and reader are together and like their school is doing this roses exchange and like all the girls in the class are getting roses except for y/n bc richie forgot to buy them and like y/n doesn't care but richie feels bad and like makes something amazing to compensate it (sorry if its weird)

@queenpheebs the losers club catches the reader and Richie making out PS YOU DONT HAVE TO DO IT IF YOU WANT

Word Count: 2,163

Warnings: Swearing

For the most part, you couldn’t give a rat’s ass about ‘that day in February’, and even more so, each year it only became harder to pretend to enjoy Beverly’s take on her date with Bill and all the things he’d gotten her. You didn’t understand how she came to be this person who enjoyed flowers, teddy bears and corny shit; until now. If it hadn’t been for the others catching you making out with Richie Tozier in the school bathrooms, you wouldn’t be bouncing on your feet as you walked home, wondering if this finally meant you’d receive the sappy card, and disgusting box of chocolates you hadn’t realized you’d wanted until now.

It had all started a few weeks ago when you found yourself blushing at his dirty jokes rather than cursing him out for them. While alone, your insults towards each other became endearing compliments, sparks between each hand touch, and the mere act of you calling Richie ‘pretty’, enough to make him flustered and duck inside, so as not for you to see him laugh and smile. But of course, instead of confronting his feelings, Richie did the next worst thing. He kissed you.

For a while, that steadied both of your heartbeats, and everything seemed normal between the two of you. You stopped blushing at all of his jokes, and he could even stand to look at you without imagining you as the future Mrs Tozier. But only with the weekly occurrence of a make out session to keep your feelings (and lips) intact.

This had soon become a daily routine. Wake up, hang with friends, ‘go separate ways’, and kiss Richie. Wake up, hang with friends, ‘go separate ways’, and kiss Richie. On and on, until he found every excuse to get you alone and away from the others, not wasting a moment as soon as you were both out of sight to grab your face and go at it. Of course you’d both wondered if it’d be easier if you just told the group that you guys were a ‘thing’, but with that came the question of whether or not you were actually a ‘thing’. The topic had come up dozens of times, but neither of you had the guts to tell one another that you thought you were falling in love. Which brings us to you making out in the school bathrooms. After a month of holding hands under desks, sneaking around to the bike racks, and teasing each other in the school hallways, someone was bound to break character. It came as no surprise that it was Richie.

“Richie, what are you doing?” you were pulled through the crowd of students, half laughing, half thinking, this little shit is going to get us caught. “Rich, I need to go get my notes from Mike,”

“Like hell you need to,” he turned around, still pushing through the crowd, “you’ve already got with you the best tutor in Derry,” he winked. Ben stood by Beverly’s locker, watching Richie pull you along as a note slipped through his hands and through the grates in the metal, his eyes following after you as Richie turned into an empty classroom.

“I think I only have it in me to say this once, so- wait,” he made his way over to where you stood leaning on a desk and pulled you close into his arms, kissing you slowly, and for once being the first one to pull away. You smiled at him adoringly, as he opened and closed his mouth, playing nervously with his hands.

“If this is your way of getting us both a detention so that we have an excuse to stay late after school, can I just suggest something else? Come over to mine Rich, my school record’s bad enough as it is.”

He started to pace in front of you, and unknowingly, Ben watched through the classroom window.

“Y/n, I- I really like what we’ve got going on,” his face turned red, “but I reckon even if I kissed every girl I met, I’d still want to end the day kissing you.”

You bit back a smile, shaking your head, “Is this your way of telling me that you like me?”

“It could be- but- pfft, if you don’t think that’s rad or whatever, then I totally didn’t mean it,”

“You’re a dick, Trashmouth.”

His face fell, and in an attempt to laugh it off, he choked on his own spit.

“An absolute div,” you stepped towards him and took hold of his hand. He quickly realised what was happening, and tried to relieve himself of his coughing fit, unable to breathe in complete awe that you actually might like him back. For more than my hot piece of ass, he thought.

“You’re out of bounds!” the teacher’s high heels clicked against the linoleum, and Ben jumped, both at the sight of Richie sticking his tongue down your throat, and at the shrill voice coming towards him.

“I- I was just looking for a friend,” he stammered, falling back from the classroom door and making a point to squint down the hallway behind himself.

“I’ll let your friend know you were looking for them as I’m giving them a detention. Go to lunch.”

Ben found himself stuck, just as you did against Richie, not knowing whether to warn you both or take a chance that she wouldn’t look through the window. Luckily, you’d taken a moment to breathe, and had pulled yourself away from him, only to notice the lack of light in the classroom, and Ben’s shadow being the source.

“Oh shit!” you ducked down and crawled behind the teacher’s desk, pointing at the door when Richie hadn’t followed suit. Despite feeling a little claustrophobic and hot waiting for the coast to be clear, Richie found himself too excited with the prospect of your legs against his, and whispered, “I really, really think I’m falling for you Y/n,”

“Are you kidding me Richie? Is now really the time?”

“It’s only Ben- and now that we, y’know, said some things…”

“There’s a teacher too, you dweeb,” you glared at him. But then you both found yourselves in a fit of laughter, eyes scrunched up, faces red, and spitting everywhere. And if circumstances were different, you would’ve said, “I think I’m falling for you too Rich.”

Light spilled on to the floor, catching Richie’s shoe, but as the teacher stepped into the room she was distracted by the broken light switch, cursing under her breath. Richie pulled his knees together, bumping his head against the desk and although he couldn’t see, earned an obscene hand gesture from you, and a muttered, “for fucks sake Richie, any longer and I would’ve personally shoved your knees so far up your ass-“

The sound of heels clicking against the floor grew further and further away, so you both stood up from under the desk and stared at each other in the little light that was left in the room. You were angry at him, not for any reason in particular, but god knows what your parents would’ve said if you’d gotten another detention, and even worse, for sneaking around with a boy.

“It’s not my fault my legs hit a growth spurt before any other part of my body,” he said, this time earning a kick in the shins before you headed towards the door.

“Whatever,” you peered into the hallway, stepping out as the high heels disappeared into another classroom a few doors down, “do you just wanna go make out in the bathrooms?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Ben was quiet all through lunch, not having touched his food, unable to decide what he thought about the whole ‘you and Richie’ situation. He’d looked up just as the seventh spitball landed on his shoulder, coming face to face with Mike, who was waving his hand comically in front of him.

“Anyone in there Haystack?” he turned to the others and shrugged his shoulders. Beverly’s next spitball landed on the end of Ben’s nose, and even though that hadn’t shaken him from his thoughts, the boys cheering loudly in his ears certainly did. His lunch tray jumped out of his hands and fell flat on to the table, not looking any worse for wear.

“You thinking about writing me another poem this year?” Bev nudged his foot with hers, smiling sweetly, and although his face turned red, he confidently said, “Don’t sweat it, Bev.”

“How ‘bout y-you Stan? And p-plans for the big d-d-day?”

“It never changes Big Bill. I’ve got a date with my binoculars,” Stan didn’t look up from the book he was reading.

“Oh so you and Richie are finally going to third base?” Eddie laughed, and a perfectly timed spitball landed in his open mouth; another round of applause for Beverly as Eddie’s face turned significantly whiter than before, and he found himself retching to the side of the lunch table.

In all the commotion, Ben almost couldn’t be heard, “I saw Y/n and Richie making out upstairs.” Almost.

It was as if everyone had swallowed a spit ball at once, Beverly hitting Stan on the back as he choked on his shock, and Mike falling so far back in his chair that the entire lunch room now watched and stared at the back of his head meeting the ground with a loud THUD. Bill was the first to speak, for once without a stutter, and in one breath, “Sorry, I thought you just said that you saw Y/n and Richie making out?”

“I think so,” Ben’s face flushed red again as all eyes turned on him, “the room was pretty dark, and some teacher told me to get lost, but for the most part? It all makes sense doesn’t it?”

Eddie sat up, the swig of water doing nothing to help his now raspy voice, “What do you mean?”

“They’re always coincidentally leaving at the same time. And Richie’s altogether stopped being a div recently-“

“He hasn’t stopped fucking with me!”

“Yeah well, Eddie, you’re too easy of a target,” Mike said apologetically.

While they listed off the all too obvious signs that they’d somehow missed, Richie pushed you against the door to the girl’s bathroom, hardly able to see where he was going with your face against his.

Your hand became tangled in his hair, and unable to let go in the heat of the moment, pulled him closer, as you both backed into the closest stall. The same one Beverly had tagged three years ago; BM + BD.

“I-I’m gonna g-g-go look for th-them,” Bill stood up, and despite Ben begging him not to, the losers soon found themselves looking into the window of the classroom you’d just escaped from. “I thought y-you said they w-were in here?”

Before Mike could say that maybe the teacher had found you, Richie had fallen on top of you and you’d both cursed as your limbs hit the porcelain toilet, and your heads knocked together. Stan looked round at the others, as if he were looking into a camera, unable to believe that after all this sneaking around, you let yourselves get caught by being complete loud-mouthed idiots.

You looked at Richie, as though in a brand new light. The bathroom windows cast a yellow reflection across his face, and his cheeks began to burn. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and covered his eyes from the sun, cocking his head. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“I just really like you Richie Tozier,” and you pulled him forward by his collar, kissing him once again. Your head hit the side of the stall wall at the sound of a cough, and when your eyes met with Ben’s, he shrugged and mouthed a ‘sorry’.

“Fucking Tozier and Y/l/n, should’ve seen it coming,” said Beverly, looking at you with a mixture of ‘I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,’ and ‘it’s about time!’ lending you a hand to stand up. You were pulled down by your legs, still tangled with Richie’s, again and again, thanking god that the others, apart from Stan, stared at anything else but you. Richie stood up next to you, and it felt as if you could cut the tension with a knife. No one knew what to say. For as long as you’d all known each other, it’d become a custom to assume that nothing would change. But this, Stan finally couldn’t stand it any longer.

“How long has this been going on exactly? Because last time I checked, you were at each other’s throats for an entirely different reason,” he crossed his arms.

“Uh, I – we,” Richie looked to you, hand on the back of his neck, “a few months?”

“WHAT?!” Stan, Bev, and Bill yelled altogether. Mike had to take a step back, only now just realising Richie’s hand was holding yours behind him.     

an: I’LL GO INTO MORE DETAIL IN THE NEXT PART BUT I DIDN’T REALIZE HOW LONG THIS WAS UNTIL I GLANCED OVER AT THE WORD COUNT, anyways for those who requested, thank you for being so patient! Again, I’m super sorry for the delay, but I’ll work on the next part asap

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