#And whenever I think about doing things (for example baseball) I get insanely jealous and depressed

[metanightnyan]

guys I think I might be trans

[soulwillower]

grow up • bill denbrough

good ol’ neighbor bill smut

warnings: cursing, jealous bill, smut, choking, dom bill, nasty stuff, reader pisses off bill intentionally, mentioned richie tozier x reader

[losers + reader are 18+19 in this!!!]

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you found yourself really trusting some of the shit he had to say, richie tozier, as fucking daft as he was.

for example, tonight. it was a spring night that was in no way important other than that it felt like a tease of summer- the air was considerably warm for ten forty five at night, and richie was wearing a henley long sleeve and basketball shorts and seemed slightly warm despite what the calendar should suggest.

“so tell me again, y/n/n, what’s your shit reason for denying your feelings for him?” he says bluntly, chucking a heavy arm over your shoulder as you walk through his hallway towards his front door.

“rich.” you say softly, looking at him with those eyes. the please-don’t-make-me-say-it eyes. he does not relent and you sigh, pulling on your shoes and mumbling your response.

“bill’s been my neighbor since we were babies. there are pictures of us swimming in his backyard naked.” you deadpan with a shrug. “he’s older, you all are, and... he’s always going to see me as a kid. it’s fine.” you add, a bit more gently at the end with a half smile. 

“i’ll see you tomorrow, rich.” you say, and he sighs and hugs you, squeezing and mumbling a, “see you, kid. promise to think about it. love thy neighbor, or whatever they say.”

you walk briskly back to your house, only about a three minute walk but you’re by yourself and trying not to let your brain wander to all the things richie said tonight about ‘big dick denbrough’ and how you should 'really try and shoot your shot.' you scowl, glaring at the cement. you know what shooting your shot would end with and you’re not in the mood to get turned down by your hot older friend who happens to live next door to you.

“y/n?” a voice calls, and you jump out of your thoughts. speak of the goddamn devil. bill denbrough stands tall at 6’2 at the foot of his driveway, on the other side of your yard and his from where you were. the lights from his porch light illuminate his auburn hair in an ethereal way, and he’s wearing athletic shorts and a derry high baseball hoodie. “bill, hi.” you say with a smile, silently thanking god that you didn’t sound as breathless as he made you feel.

“why are you walking home so late by yourself?” he immediately questions, his voice inquisitive but almost irritated, and your head reels slightly. you didn't want to hear a lecture.

“i was just at richie’s.” you defend, voice coming out a lot more obnoxious than intended. bill’s handsome face scowls slightly, his eyebrows furrowing above bright blue eyes.

“it’s late. i could have picked you up, y/n/n.” he says. you sigh, knowing the speech that’s coming. you’ve certainly heard it enough. “bill. it’s fine, it’s not that far.” you say, pressing your fingers to your temples. richie had spent the whole night going on and on about why bill would be a good lay for you- which was annoying considering how it will never happen and quite frankly you were exhausted. it was immature, but you did not want to deal with bill’s bullshit.

“yeah, but it’s late and dark. why were you even over there so late?” bill says, walking toward you and running a hand through his hair. he’s starting to look pissed for no reason. you scoff, looking at the crack in the pavement separating your feet from his vans. you knew the voice he was using- the same one he uses with georgie whenever he does something stupid.

“why do you care what richie and i do at night? i can handle myself.” you spit, crossing your arms. “you’re not my babysitter.” at your words his eyebrows raise and for a second you feel bad for being rude as his green eyes swim with confusion and irritation. mostly irritation, though.

“yeah, well it sure seems like it sometimes. ” he mumbles, and you snap.

“god, you act like you’re so much fucking better than me because you’re older. i’m not a fucking child, bill! please, you talk to me like i’m your fucking little sister that you have to take care of and i’m done, bill.” you stare at him in silence. he blinks, clearly mad but also contemplating, and you bite your lip as you wait for his response. he nods his head shortly before speaking up. “you’re unbelievable. come inside. w-we need to talk.” is all he says before turning and walking up his driveway.

you roll your eyes when you notice that he walks like he knows for sure that you’re following behind him.

because you both know you always will be.

it’s silent in his house- zach and sharon and georgie are all dead asleep, and quiet noise of a crashing ocean plays from behind georgie’s closed door. you smile softly, recalling that hes always used it to help him fall and stay asleep. your anger disappears with every step you make. you follow bill towards his room until you’re only left with a feeling of annoyance and the ever lasting longing to have bill’s body against yours. bill closes the door to his room behind you and you immediately stay standing near his bed, staring out his window and through your window across the small gap in your houses, thinking about how empty your room looks without you in it.

“what’s going on with you, y/n?” bill asks, his voice sharp. he’s still mad, and you bite your bottom lip to stop it from giving away your grin.

what’s going on with you?

“nothing.” you say childishly, just to push his buttons. by the looks of his face, you’d say it’s fucking working. “y/n.” he says as a warning, staring down at you with anger and something else swirling in the depths of his expression.

“bill.” you say, straight up mocking his voice and trying to push him even further. you were so incredibly turned on right now.

he says nothing, his chest expanding with every faltering, angry breath he takes and your mouth almost waters. “i just want to help you.” he starts and you scoff at him.

“you’re not my dad. i’m not a fucking kid.” you spit, rolling your eyes. he rolls his right back. “i never fucking s-said you were, y/n!”

“well you sure act like it! what, do you want me to give you a big old hug and say, ‘thanks for picking me up, daddy!’ every time you give me a ride home from richie’s, while i pretend that i didn’t just suck his cock and let him fuck me on his bed?” you can’t believe it when the words tumble from your mouth- of course you and richie were just friends. you two had never gone any further than kissing one time drunkenly for spin the bottle.

you shouldn’t have said that, you’ve always noticed how pissy bill gets whenever the others bring it up. but the look on his face is so delicious that you don’t even care. “are you fucking joking, y/n!? you’re being such a brat!” he yells, and you’re suddenly glad that the denbroughs sleep on the main floor and georgie’s room is too far away to hear a single thing.

“what does it matter to you, bill?!” you hiss, stepping forward as well. you don’t really know what’s happening, but you certainly like where it’s headed since bill’s eyes wont stop glancing down at your lips. “g-grow the fuck up, y/n.” he spits back at you, his eyes furious. “i don’t know, i’m starting to think you like it.” you say, confidently. he narrows his eyes at you and deadpans his next words. “l-like what, y/l/n?”

you shrug, eyebrow lifting slightly. “that i’m young. you want to be the one to protect me.” you state, and the silence that follows almost makes you want to eat your fucking words.

but then bill grabs your jaw and tilts your face towards him forcefully. “shut the fuck up.” he says, the irritation still there but something more powerful glinting his beautiful eyes. you just pout your lips, not knowing what else to do. you’re suddenly aware of how unbelievably wet you are at the mere touch of his hand on your jaw.

you open your mouth, ready to fire a retort but bill shakes his head, mumbling, “shut up, shut up, s-shut up.” and he leans in to you, kissing you firmly and harshly.

you’re taken aback but you try not to grin in victory as you kiss back feverishly. he’s kissing you angrily, one hand still on your jaw and the other grabbing your waist, tugging you closer. your hands fall respectively on his chest and nape of his neck, not even trying to fight his tongue for dominance, knowing damn well you’ll lose in a second. he knows it, too.

he grabs you suddenly, turning you and shoving you towards the wall next to his bed. you blink in surprise, loving this side of bill. “you drive me insane.”he hisses as he allows you to pull him by the collar of his hoodie in for another kiss. “you’re unbelievable.” bill mutters again as he pulls you flat against him. you feel your stomach heat up at his semi-hard on pressing against your stomach and you whimper. you gasp, though, when he pulls your hips towards his and slowly rolls his pelvis on yours. holy shit, they aren’t lying when they call him big bill, apparently.

you grind back, savoring the feeling. he growls and bites down the column of your neck, sucking and licking marks dark purple on his way down to your collarbone. you roll your hips again and your hands play with the hem of his shirt. he pulls away, lifting his hoodie from the back of his neck and pulling it over his head before lifting your shirt off. you’re left in a lace bra, and the look he gives you almost makes you cum right then and there.

your eyes take in his smooth skin, his broad shoulders, toned biceps and holy shit, you almost drool at his abs. all those years of baseball has definitely payed off. his stomach tightens and relaxes with his heavy breathing, his eyes still heated and mouth attaching to your breasts, sucking harshly at the skin above your bra and making you whimper pathetically.

he makes his way back to your lips and kisses them relentlessly before quickly stepping away, making your body chase his with a small whimper. he smirks at this and your cheeks heat up. your eyes immediately trail to his shorts, where his very sizable and hard cock was straining against the fabric. daringly, you stepped forward, his green eyes watching you.

“you think you can handle yourself, hmm?” he says darkly, shallowing thickly. you bite your lip.

“what if i can't?” you say, looking up at him and trying not to smirk. he groans, and of course, he’d like that. “i think i can help you, baby.” he says lowly, and you let out a moan that makes him chuckle. your cheeks are scorching, but you don’t care as he pulls you in for another kiss before you slowly sink to your knees.

he watches you, lips parted and eyes slightly hooded.

“should i use my lips?” you ask, blinking innocently at him. his hand cards through your hair, a groan leaving his lips as you slowly trace a finger up his dick, swirling on his tip through his shorts.

you don’t wait for him to answer, pulling his shorts down and kissing his dick through the fabric of his briefs.

he grips your hair and pulls it so you look up at him, making your panties even more wet. “enough.” he barks, and you nod because, well, holy fuck.

he pulls off his underwear and shorts all the way, his cock slapping against his toned stomach. you try not to let your jaw drop and hope your shock doesn’t seem too evident. his chuckle suggests otherwise, and he grips the base, pumping himself lazily before grabbing your jaw with his other hand. your mouth falls open easily, tongue falling out, almost begging for him. he tuts, smearing your lips with his tip but holding your head back when you try to take him in your mouth.

“i don’t know, princess. looks like you’ve done this before. think you can take my cock like you took richie’s?” he says tauntingly. your stomach flips in surprise. one glance up to him shows that he knows you and richie are just friends, but he just likes this game. you can only moan out a pathetic, “bill, please.”

“you’re mine.” he says, looking into your eyes and you nod pathetically, agreeing with him as he slides his swollen cock into your eager mouth. he goes slowly as your mouth strains around him and as he’s inching in, you’re afraid he won’t fit. you bob your head and his hand guides you, his mouth hanging open slightly and small moans coming from him every few moments. you moan when he thrusts lightly, and he looks at you. “of course you like that, don’t you baby?” he asks, thrusting again, making you gag. he sets a pace, gentle but not totally forgiving, and your hand sneaks down to rub your aching core through your pants.

he notices, though, and pulls your head away as you whine. “up.” he states simply, and you stand up on weak knees, almost falling when he captures you in a passionate kiss. “such a good girl for me.” he mutters, pulling you to his bed and gently pushing you down.

he stares at you, for a moment, while he’s standing above you and watching you on the bed. you think briefly that with the relatively small amount of people you’ve been in this situation with, you’ve always been slightly uncomfortable or shy with their gaze on you.

but the look bill is giving you makes you feel completely loved, even as he’s unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs. he kisses you deeply and slowly and you sigh into the kiss as he brings one hand behind you to masterfully unclip your bra. as the fabric slides off of you, his mouth makes it’s way over the sensitive areas on your neck that he’s already marked purple and red, sucking on a few just to hear your sharp breathing.

his tongue flicks out and captures a nipple and you whine, arching your back and making him smirk. his mouth works miracles while he pinches the other with one hand. you can’t help but let out a moan as your fingers tangle into his hair and he sucks a purple mark at the top flesh on your breast. he moves his way down painfully slow, leaving bright red marks in a line down to the waistband of your underwear before he moves on to the flesh on your thighs. one of his hands sneaks it’s way up to you and two fingers tap on your lips.

you open your mouth and he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the long digits as his other hand slides your panties down your legs and onto the floor. his breath is hot against your core and as his fingers leave your mouth you’re left without any part of bill touching you. you want to cry.

but he doesn’t do anything.

you look down at him and he’s already staring directly into your face, a look of expectancy and smugness making you whimper. “please, bill.”

“what do you want, baby? you’re a big girl. use your words.” he says sternly with a hint of teasing in his tone. you squirm, trying to get any kind of friction but failing when one huge hand holds your hip in place.

“bill, fuck. please touch me, i need you.” you whimper, and that’s enough for him because he’s licking a bold strip right up your center and to your clit. your moan is loud enough that you worry that even your own family, sleeping in the house next door, might hear you.

but you don’t care because bill is flicking his tongue against your clit so expertly that you already feel the distant flames curling from your center and out towards your toes, and then hes slipping a long finger inside you and slightly curling it as he starts to pump and you yelp with pleasure.

he adds another finger and if the pressure from his lips sucking against you wasn’t enough, you make eye contact and he fucking winks at you. his wink is enough for you to emit a loud moan, your head falling back down on his blue pillow case. you let out a string of moans mixed with his name. his fingers pump in and out of you with perfect speed, his lips and tongue teasing your clit and making you gasp.

the you start to feel the familiar pull, you know you’re close to finishing. your moans grow higher in pitch and more frequent and you’re just about to crash into a wave of bliss when suddenly bill pulls back and away from you, causing  you to let out a gasp as your body stutters.

he walks around the bed to his table and pulls out a foil packet and you don’t fail to notice the gold packaging. you almost want to laugh with nerves when you realize they’re large sized condoms. he tears the packet open with his teeth and walks over to you, and you quickly sit up on the bed and grab the condom from his hands. you’re eye length with his throbbing dick, and you can’t resist pulling him into your mouth quickly, as far as he’ll fit, before pulling away. he groans with his eyes screwed shut, opening them to rub your cheekbone with his hand as you roll the condom on for him.

his thumb rubs at your bottom lip and you look up at him to see his warm smile- the same smile that you’ve seen your whole life.

“y/n/n, do you really want this?” he asks as he moves to lay on top of you. he looks genuine, and not at all mad anymore, and you almost want to cry. he’s bill, your bill. “yes, bill. you don’t know how long i have.” you say honestly, your hand cupping his jaw and thumbing over his cheekbone. he kisses you sweetly and you feel him teasing you, the head of his cock rubbing over your hole several times.

you whine and are about to say something snarky when he slowly pushes in. the discomfort is immediate and must show in your face because he covers you with kisses- your cheeks, nose, eyelids, and forehead. Bill moans lowly, “taking me so well.” he mutters from right next to your ear and you moan a little as you adjust to his size. he waits for you, though, and you can tell he’s straining but he’s doing it for you and you almost want to cry because of how sweet that is. "such a good girl."

“please, bill. m-move,” you whisper as the aching from him bottoming out inside you disappears and is replaced with a burning desire. he doesn’t have to be told twice as he slowly pulls his hips away from yours, lifting his head up to catch your eyes. he’s almost fully out and he grips your face in his hand, holding your head still so you can’t look away from his green eyes. he kisses you fiercely and buries his face in your neck.

"you're m-mine." he mutters again into your ear, and your hearth thumps in time with his hips. you nod, and his face appears again in front of you. "say it." he says, and you moan, "i'm yours, billy. always." you say, trudging to get it all out in your need.

and he pushes back into you, hitting you deeply and making you cry out in ecstasy. his eyes don’t leave yours after the first few thrusts and even as he sets a rough pace, hiking your legs up higher and hitting you deeper than you thought possible. he’s kissing you again, hot and passionate and you’re whimpering into his lips as one of his hands sneaks up to rest on your throat, giving you a firm squeeze. your eyes roll back in pleasure and you moan his name as his hand squeezes again. “fuck, y/n...” he mumbles, kissing you and fucking you into his mattress. you’re almost surprised that he doesn’t want to switch positions but you're thankful because you can’t stop staring up at him. he must notice your surprise and mumbles a, “i’ve waited for t-too long to have you. i’m going to see every f-fucking minute of you taking my cock like this.”

his words, embarrassingly enough, bring you to cum and you moan loudly, clenching tightly around his thick cock. he squeezes his hand around your throat, leaning up to watch all of you with a look of satisfaction as he thrusts into you harder, chasing his own climax. “such a good girl for me.” he purrs. you start whimpering at your over sensitivity and thrusting your hips at the feeling of pleasure that he’s bringing. “i’m close, angel.” he mutters into your ear as he pulls your hips up more. you let out a cry at the new angle as bill leans down to press his forehead against yours and thrusts into you deeply, staying there as he cums. after a few moments, he lets out a gasp and you kiss him as he stills before pulling out, making you whimper at the sudden feeling of loss.

he gets off of you, not looking at you.

you watch him, suddenly nervous that he’s going to kick you out. he wouldn't do that, right? he throws away his condom and pulls on a new pair of briefs. but your anxiety goes away as he tosses you a shirt from his closet, a blush on his face. you bite your lip and pull it over your body, secretly loving that it smells like him and how it fits on your frame compared to his.

“i’m sorry.” you blurt after a few moments of silence, and he looks at you over his bare shoulder with eyebrows raised. your face turns scarlet as you realize that your voice is cracking and sore from your previous activities. bill says nothing about it, though, and hands you a glass of water from his desk.

“-for being such a dick, i was only trying to piss you off. sorry.” you elaborate, shoulders deflating. he walks over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them and cracking a smile.

“i’m kind of happy you did, y/n/n.” he smirks, pulling you by your neck in for a sweet kiss.

[richiestoziers]

unintentional hoe

summary: richie tozier is crazy in love with his boyfriend, eddie kaspbrak, too bad everyone else at derry high is too

warnings: idk eddie being an unintentional hoe, 17 yr olds touching butts in the most wholesome way??, kissing, masturbation reference but as a joke

read it on ao3 here

richie tozier and eddie kaspbrak are seventeen years old and have been dating for four months, which richie tozier can conclude are the best four months of his life. his puppy love crush he’s had since his best friend since he was thirteen finally worked out, through the fear of heart break and losing eddie, he ended up with a new boyfriend and being closer to the boy than ever. it’s also great that now he can touch eddie’s butt whenever he wants, something he’s been wanting to do since he bought those little red short shorts that he continues to wear even when they’ve gone out of style and they’re too small on him.

he really does love it, and he’s starting to realize everyone else does too.

it all starts off when eddie is grabbing his things from his locker with richie at his side, and with his combination being entered and the handle being pulled, out comes a piece of paper. on it are numbers neither of them recognize, and even though eddie throws it away, richie can’t help but feel the green demon fill his heart and corrupt his brain.

he doesn’t know how he never noticed it before, he knew eddie was cute but didn’t know other people had noticed. yet, how couldn’t they? puberty hit and eddie became even better looking than before. his hair grew out longer with curls, his shoulders broadened, and while he maintained petite he still had a mans physique, and then there was the fact that the clothes he wore were either too revealing or too cute.

he still wore his little shorts he had bought years before, caring more for comfort than for fashion, not realizing when he wore those shorts and his t-shirts everyone got a show with his curls bouncing and his shorts far too tight. 

now richie doesn’t know what to do, because he himself loves the view of his boyfriend in these clothes, but that doesn’t mean he wants anyone else to enjoy it. not like eddie would even listen if he asked him to stop wearing those clothes, if anything he’d wear them more to spite his boyfriend. not to mention richie doesn’t want to be that controlling, psycho, boyfriend, trying to control eddie’s life. if eddie did that to him he’d feel trapped, he’d hate it, so why would he do that to eddie? either way things were complex and a lose lose scenario for richie.

so this was the beginning of richie tozier having to watch others fawn over his man, and having to sit there and take it.

-

he starts to get ridiculous with it, everyone knows eddie is gay, and everyone knows he’s dating richie, and yet richie is even getting jealous of girls. he swears eddie’s lab partner has a crush on him, the way she leaned over to grab her pencil she was totally pushing her cleavage out for eddie. anyone he talked to would have said he was delusional, he was losing it, and yet he still found himself glaring at the girl for any little thing she did that was even in eddie’s direction. how dare she let eddie borrow a pencil? she knows he’s taken.

he tells bev this, and she laughs in his face and slaps her hand on his back. “you and i both know that stephanie kinner was not flirting with eddie, but plenty of others do.” she was supposed to be comforting him, not making him feel worse.

“what do you mean? who else is flirting with eddie?” he questioned, attempting to find out just who his competition was.

“i don’t know specifically, but i’ve seen it around. guys complimenting his shorts, it especially happens when he goes with stan to play baseball. he usually doesn’t play but he watches, and from the times i’ve joined a couple of guys have sent winks his way. you can’t blame eddie though, he’s an unintentional hoe.” beverly laughed with her statement, finding richie's reaction to be the best part of this conversation.

richie had never felt more jealous in his entire life, and he felt the need to take eddie and run away, hide his boy from the rest of the world. he never knew he could be so possessive, but he didn’t like the idea of other’s flirting with the boy he’s loved since he was thirteen. maybe he was afraid of losing him to someone else? he couldn’t even think about that, he couldn’t stand the thought.

-

ever since his conversation with beverly he noticed more things, things that he had noticed before but now saw in a broader sense. she was right, eddie was an unintentional hoe, so unintentional he didn’t even know what he was doing.

for example, in chemistry eddie was sitting on his chair backwards, knees underneath him, and he bent over to reach for the class worksheet without getting up. of course richie would be admiring his boyfriends ass, but as he looked around the room he noticed others doing the same. it was the equivalent of a girl with big tits wearing a low cut shirt and bending down on top of it all. he was every gay, bi, or questioning boys dream in that class right now, and richie could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside.

when did people start to notice the losers club hypochondriac? when did he become the object of any questioning boys attention? perhaps it wasn’t even that bad, just a few boys crushing on his boyfriend, but richie tozier was the definition of over exaggerations and taking things too far.

which means that if one person looked at eddie, to richie it seemed as if the entire school was masturbating to him in the hallway. he took things too far, it was a part of his ‘humor’, at least that was his excuse whenever he got called out for it. 

that’s when it began, it being the major pda between richie and eddie. they already were a couple with normal amounts of public displays of affection, but now it was even worse. richie had to make sure people knew eddie was in a relationship,, he was not single, he was taken, cuffed, and every other word used for “currently in a relationship.”

“what is going on with you?” eddie asked during lunch, feeling his taller boyfriends arms wrap around him and kisses being spread across his cheeks and neck. richie usually had an arm around him, but never like this, where he refused to let go and had to be kissing some part of him. these were moments he preferred to keep in private (coming from the guy who drags richie to the back of the school when he just needs to be kissed.) 

richie gave him a big smooch on his jaw, resting his head against his small boyfriends shoulder. “what do you mean?” he was acting confused, oblivious, and even though he played puck in last semesters performance of a midsummers night dream, he could never trick eddie.

“don’t bullshit me, asshole. you’re never this touchy with me, and right now you’re borderline giving me a hickey in the quad. explain.” he was annoyed, he hated those couples that were almost fucking in the hallway, he didn’t want to become one of them.

richie rolled his eyes, his boyfriend radiated innocence, and yet almost always talked towards richie with profanity and threats in his sentence. he reminded him of a quote from a midsummers night dream, “though she be but little, she is fierce.” substitute she with he, and eddie would fit the role perfectly. 

“i can’t show my boyfriend some love? you’re looking so good today eddie, i can’t control myself around you.” he continued with his dramatics, going in for more kisses for dramatic affect. “if you don’t kiss me right now i might just die!” he spoke, using a shitty ‘shakespearean’ voice, begging and pretending to cry.

eddie gave a little chuckle in response, though he still seemed annoyed none the less. he smacked richie and took a seat, hoping that would have thwarted off his boyfriends affections for the moment. “seriously, why are you trying to devour me?”

richie wasn’t planning on admitting his jealousy, not only did he see it as pathetic, but it was embarrassing. most people took eddie as kind and fragile, but he was as quick witted and ruthless and richie could be, if not more. “seriously, babe, i’m just so crazy about you i can’t control myself. there’s nothing else to it.” he took a seat next to eddie, giving up for the moment and getting his food out of his bag. 

eddie didn’t push anymore and the conversation changed, and richie felt relieved that today was not the day he admitted he was insanely jealous.

-

that was just eddie’s warm weather attire, and while that is arguably more sexy, his cold weather clothing is still just as attention grabbing as those shorts he loves to wear. seeing that cute boy in over sized sweaters and his hair growing out making his curls more obvious (he always grew it out during winter, until it became too hot and his mother thought him to look like a deviant with his hair like that). he looked so damn cute like that, richie thought it was impossible for someone to see that and not fall in love with him.

and while richie loved seeing his boyfriend in those cute shorts, he loved eddie when it was cold. the boy always begging for cuddles to keep him warm, clinging to richie for body heat when his sweater wasn’t enough. then on top of it all, it was the season of eddie wearing richie’s clothes. it was typical of eddie when the weather dropped and everyone was freezing for him to steal richie’s clothes. richie was almost 6 foot, while eddie was stuck at 5′6, making richie’s already big clothes huge on eddie. it was his favorite sight, seeing his perfect boyfriend walking down the hall in his clothes. of course it just meant he had less to wear in the winter season, but it was worth it.

yet with a now paranoid richie, he was sure everyone else loved to see the adorable boy in these clothes. he was now seeing everyone as competitors for his boyfriends attention, and a bit shocked that it was eddie and not him that was the unintentional hoe.

and yet here he was, watching others take a double take at his man, and having beverly’s laugh replay in his ear when she told him. now he finally understood the saying ‘ignorance is bliss’.

-

he just had to do it, didn’t he? eddie just had to wear the cutest, most adorable outfit he probably ever has worn before. he just had to wear it at school, rather in the comfort of richie’s bedroom where only they would see it, but now everyone got to and now everyone must be lusting after him.

they were mid december, eddie’s curls were beyond perfect and if he didn’t push them back they would cover his eyes, and he was wearing a knitted white sweatshirt and overalls on top. had anyone else worn it it would have been horrible, but with eddie wearing it it was a masterpiece. he had never looked so good before, and for richie to say that meant it was really good (he always thought eddie looked good).

but so did everyone else, because walking down the hallway in his overalls and white sweatshirt eddie was being drowned in compliments. apparently everyone had an opinion on eddie’s outfit, and apparently they were all good. richie knows he should be happy that eddie is getting so much positive attention, but he hates seeing eddie blush when others compliment him and he swears every compliment is them flirting in disguise. he finds his grip on eddie’s waist growing tighter and pulling him closer to his side with every compliment, to the point where eddie swatted his hands away.

richie rolled his eyes and waited a bit before moving his hand to hold eddie’s, always wanting some contact to feel connected to his boyfriend and best friend. eddie’s smaller hand wrapped around his, fingers intertwining, and he looked down at his boyfriend with a small and yet tender smile as he gave his hand a squeeze, making richie’s heart flutter.

-

later that same day was when richie was pushed over the edge, walking down the hall he had to see the most horrendous sight. there was his boyfriend in the cutest outfit ever, talking to another boy. he could just tell from the body language the other boy was all over him, he was practically begging for eddie to be with him! the way he leaned on the lockers, leaned towards eddie, god it was revolting! richie couldn’t believe he had to witness this with his own eyes, and at the moment he was wishing he didn’t have contacts in so he couldn’t see it.

so he did what any rational and yet jealous teenage boy would do, go over and drape himself all over eddie. arms wrapped around his waist from behind, head on shoulder, kisses being sent all over his neck and jaw and cheek (but never the lips, not yet). he even tried a little tickling, anything to show that eddie was in a relationship, and whoever this guy was that was so obviously desperate for him, that he was TAKEN.

“i think i’m gonna go, i’ll talk to you later eddie.” richie heard the monster say, smiling against eddie’s neck as the boy left, but frowning when he heard eddie saying goodbye as well. he had never been this possessive before, never cared about who eddie talked to because he trusted him, but jealousy had taken over and he did not trust the rest of derry high.

“what the hell richie? seriously, what the fuck is your problem?” eddie turned around, yelling at him but trying not to draw attention to them in the hallway. 

“nothing, baby, i was just missin your kissin.” he teased, a shitty accent (he didn’t even know what it was himself) coming out as he said it, going in for a kiss but being dodged by eddie.

“no, stop with this bullshit. what the hell is going on? you’re never like this and you’re never this touchy, much less when i’m talking to someone! you scared my lab partner away, now whenever i talk to him about the project it’s going to be awkward considering he saw my boyfriend trying to give me a hickey in the hallway!” eddie rambled on to him, yelling in the quietest way possible, though it was obvious to even richie he was extremely annoyed.

richie sighed, feigning defeat, realizing he had to tell eddie the truth. “i’m jealous.” he mumbled.

eddie, still infuriated, was not in the mood for mumbling. “speak up! i can’t hear you, and i’m not in the mood.” he was arms crossed and everything.

“i’m jealous, okay?” richie spoke louder, resting his head in eddie’s collarbone in embarrassment.

now eddie was more confused than mad, wondering what there possibly could be richie was jealous of, especially of him talking about his chemistry project with some guy in their class. “why the hell are you jealous, you idiot?”

richie hated admitting this, feeling more ridiculous than ever, and knowing eddie would never let it go. usually it was him that did the teasing, it was him who was chill, cool and confident and relaxed, not like this. “because you’re such an unintentional hoe. you’re walking around in your sexy little shorts or cute little overalls, and i’m now realizing like everyone here has a crush on you. so i’m jealous.” he admitted, being quiet for once in his life.

eddie was shocked at first, quiet and surprised, then it hit him and he burst into laughter. “are you crazy? no one has a crush on me except you, much less the entire school. you’re an idiot, richie tozier.” 

richie laughed, more in embarrassment than anything else, and held his boyfriend in a hug close to him. “shut up, this is embarrassing, and i regret all of this. though there are a few people that like you, and you can’t deny it. bev tells me someone winked at you.”

“stop being ridiculous, i really doubt anyone does, and if they do it doesn’t matter because they aren’t you.” eddie spoke into richie’s chest, his arms wrapping around his taller boyfriend, loving the comfort and warmth that always radiated off richie.

“good. i needed to hear that.” richie spoke, soft and kind, a rare moment of seriousness between the two. 

“you’re so dumb, i wonder why i’m even with you sometimes.” eddie joked, shifting the mood back to one they were more used to. “maybe i should find that guy that, supposedly, winked at me and ask him out. make him my boyfriend instead of you, maybe he won’t get jealous so easily.” his voice and over exaggeration with the words making it obviously a joke.

“wow, so much for only wanting me. you know how to break a boys heart, eddie kaspbrak.” richie spoke dramatically, pulling away from eddie and putting his hand on his heart, pretending to cry.

eddie rolled his eyes, trying to hide his smile but it found its way across his face anyway. “shut up and kiss me already.” 

richie didn’t need to be told twice, so he leaned down to kiss his boyfriend. his hands, large against eddie’s face, cupping one of his cheeks, and their lips brushed together gently. it was a sweet kiss, a small one, a peck that was tender and real and sensual. they were still in the hallway, neither of them were going to make out in front of the school, but that little kiss said all it needed to about eddie kaspbrak and richie tozier.