#CONVERSATIONS: BILL D. & BEVERLY M.

[eddieeatsass]

If you’re accepting prompts can I get a small smutty Bichie one shot? Preferably including a lollipop and Bill with an oral fixation

I clearly don't know the definition of "small"... so here's 4k words instead uhhhhhhI'msosorry please enjoy this debauchery

Read over on AO3 or under the cut ♡

A lollipop is simply a lollipop until you give it to Bill Denbrough; when in his clutches it becomes a weapon of arousal. It would be fundamentally impossible to see Bill sucking on a lollipop and not pop a boner. Well, maybe it would be possible if you didn't have a dick, and oh what Richie would give to be in that category right now.

The thing is, Bill always seemed to have something in his mouth. He was a chronic nail biter, went through two packs of gum a day, was known to bum a cigarette off Bev every once in a while, and Richie's pretty sure he even caught him sucking his thumb one time at a sleepover.

But lollipops were by far the worst.

"My mom is gonna kill me."

Richie was snapped out of his hyper fixation, his attention pulled back into the conversation as Eddie voiced his newest worry.

"You can borrow one of my shirts if we stop by my place on the way back." Stanley offered, eyeing the big brown stain that now interrupted the pink of Eddie's sweater.

"She'll notice if I'm wearing a different shirt." Eddie objected, scrubbing at the spot with a napkin.

"We can throw yours in the wash and you'll be wearing it again by the time you go home." Beverly suggested, trying to defuse Eddie’s heightening anxiety.

"Yeah, my parents won't mind." Stan added encouragingly.

"This is the last time I ever order a chocolate shake. From now on, vanilla only." Eddie grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly.

"Awe come on Eds, we all know you’re anything but vanilla.” Richie joked, jumping at the opportunity to think about someone else’s sex life instead of his own.

“Fuck off, Rich.” Eddie snapped back with little bite.

“It’s not a secret, we all know you’re a little freaky-”

“You’re the freak! Quit talking about my personal business!” Eddie was getting red in the face, but around him the rest of the Losers were doing little to hide their snickers. Even Bill, whose mouth pulled into a grin around that fucking lollipop.

And Richie was back to square one.

“My parents are gonna be home in a couple hours so if we want the house to ourselves, we should go now.” Stan mentioned, standing up from his spot at the corner of their booth, allowing Bill, Beverly, and Eddie to file out after him.

“So, we’re not going to the Quarry anymore?” Ben asked, sliding out of the other side of the booth and throwing an extra ten dollars on the table as a tip. He grabbed one of the complimentary lollipops that had been left with their receipt and began unwrapping it.

“We won’t have time if we want to keep Eddie alive.” Mike mentioned.

“Then perish.” Richie said, straight faced.

“We don’t all h-have to go to S-S-Stanley’s.” Bill said, drawing Richie’s attention back, once again, to his sinful mouth.

This was becoming a problem.

They ended up splitting three ways; Eddie, Stanley, and Mike went off on their attempt to save Eddie’s shirt, Ben and Beverly decided to go on to the quarry, and Richie ended up sticking with Bill after they’d both agreed that it was too hot to stick to their original plans.

Though, Richie would probably have agreed with Bill no matter what he’d decided.

They arrived at Bill’s place twenty minutes later, heaving hot breaths from their trek in the summer sun.

"You want s-s-something t-to drink?" Bill panted, toeing off his shoes at the doorway but not bothering to chastise Richie when he kept his on.

"Depends whacha got, Denbrough." Richie followed him into the kitchen, hopping up on the countertop as Bill opened the fridge.

"Coke, orange j-juice, and m-milk." Bill announced, his head hidden behind the big metal door.

"Toss me a coke." Richie decided easily, never one to pass up the opportunity for more sugar.

Bill resurfaced with two cans in hand, passing one to Richie and carrying the other across the room where he reached into the cabinet that held the straws.

"Why do you drink everything through a straw?" Richie asked, his cock giving an annoying twitch as Bill brought the straw to his lips and took a sip before answering.

"It just tastes b-better that way." Bill shrugged.

Richie could feel the joke forming in his throat before he could think better than to speak it.

"I know something else that tastes better cumming straight from the straw."

Damn his quick wit.

Bill froze, straw caught between those pretty pink lips as he stared at Richie with an unreadable expression.

"It's your penis, isn't it." Bill deadpanned.

"Yep." Richie responded, popping the 'p' at the end of his statement in sync with him hopping off the counter.

"N-not some of your best work, Rich-ch-ie." Bill teased, biting down around his straw with a flirty grin.

Richie's face flushed a violent shade of red, having to do a double take just to check that his mind hadn't hallucinated the way Bill had smiled at him. But before he could dwell on it too much, Bill retreated to the other room.

The next few hours were torture on Richie’s dick. Bill seemed to find something new to stick in his mouth every two god damn minutes. He was like a badly trained dog.

After the straw, Bill produced a box of pocky which he spent the next hour idling chewing and sucking on. When they finished off the box, he chewed on his fingernails as they watched TV. His pencil was the next victim when they decided to try and do some homework. And finally, as they abandoned their homework for video games, Bill found a toothpick, rolling it around in his mouth like he was fucking Tom Hardy.

But at least things were contained until Richie lost the game of Mario Cart and flopped back on the bed dramatically, resulting in his lollipop from earlier tumbling out of his pocket.

“You n-never ate y-y-your lollipop?” Bill noted, picking up the small, wrapped item and twirling it in his fingers.

Richie’s not sure why his throat immediately went dry.

“I sort of forgot I had it.”

Bill eyed it with interest, which interested Richie far more than it should. He cocked an eyebrow and proceeded cautiously.

“Do you want it?”

Bill’s eyes darted back to Richie’s, quickly schooling his expression as if he’d been caught.

“Only if you d-don’t.” Bill said, trying for nonchalance, but the catch in his voice betrayed him.

A long pause stretched between them, their eyes locked in an unspoken challenge.

“I’m starting to think I do, actually.” Richie responded with much more fervor than the topic demanded.

Bill watched as Richie took the lollipop from him and began unwrapping the small red sucker. The sound from their video game’s pause screen faded into the background as blood rushed past Richie’s eardrums.

Richie was vulgar, all the Losers knew that; he’d been making jokes about his dick since he first learned he had one. But this was something different. Richie wasn’t trying to be vulgar, he was trying to be… something new.

He popped the lollipop into his mouth, keeping hold of the stick so he could hollow out his cheeks and pull it back out, allowing the round candy to stretch his lips as they parted for it.

Richie continued his ministrations for another minute, keeping his eyes locked on Bill’s, whose own were locked on Richie’s mouth.

Richie, self admittedly, had no idea what he was doing. He tried to channel the pornstars he'd watched, to summon some of their sex appeal to guide him along this unfamiliar experiment. But after a moment, he realized the best person to model himself after was already sitting right in front of him.

Richie thought back to how Bill had been devouring his lollipop back at the diner, how his eyes had gone hazy, his attention far away as he moved his tongue around the sucker like it was second nature. His lips had been shiny with saliva, tinted redder than usual by the cherry flavoring.

Richie took the lollipop out of his mouth and dragged it across his lips lightly, as if he were applying lipstick. It glided easily, sticky with spit, and did the job as it left Richie with a tinted smirk.

He loosened his jaw and let it fall open, allowing his tongue to loll out to lick a stripe up the lollipop in what he hoped was a good imitation of what one would do with a cock. To be fair, Richie had never sucked a cock before, so he was blindly guessing. But it seemed to do the trick, because Bill's eyes suddenly broke from their trance, squeezing shut.

"Not f-f-fair, R-Rich..." Bill's voice was broken, mimicking something between a whine and a whisper.

"You want something to suck on, Billy?" Richie asked, surprising himself with his sure-fire tone.

Bill was still for a moment, but when he opened his eyes again, there was something new behind his blown-out black pupils. He nodded meekly, as if scared to admit anything aloud just yet.

"Well jeez, Bill. I've only got the one." Richie gestured with his lollipop, as if to prove his point. “I may have something else for you to suck on though.”

It was a poor attempt at a joke, absent of the usual air of humor that accompanied Richie’s jests. But maybe that’s because it wasn’t much of a joke at all; even though neither of them were quite ready to admit it, they could both feel the change in the air between them.

“Anything.” Bill’s voice was still quiet, but it had steadied out as if the prospect of Richie’s suggestion had sated something in him. Richie had to suppress a shiver.

Richie twisted his body to spring off the mattress, and the sudden action caused Bill to follow, moving himself to sit up on his knees and face where Richie stood at the end of the bed.

Neither of them knew how to proceed, cautious to cross the other’s boundary but excited by the new thrum in the air. Richie was the first to move.

He removed the lollipop from his mouth and place it on Bill’s nightstand before reaching forward and cupping Bill's chin, tipping his head up to lock their eyes. Moving slowly, allowing Bill time to move away if he wanted, he let the pad of his thumb gently trace the outline of rosy red lips, and Bill obediently opened under the touch. He darted his tongue out to lick at Richie's finger, wrapping around it and leading him back into his open gape. Once Richie's thumb was resting inside the warm entrance, Bill closed his lips around his knuckle, and with the most confidence Richie had ever seen on Bill, he began to suck.

It was the filthiest thing Richie had ever fucking witnessed in person, and for a moment he was sure he'd been transported to some alternate porn dimension. Bill moved like he knew exactly what he was doing. Richie wondered absently if Bill had done this before, not sucking the life out of someone's thumb, but sucking the life out of something else.

Bill's tongue licked up the sides of his finger like he was trying to catch the drips from a popsicle, and then he was biting down gently into the pad of his thumb, making Richie shiver delightfully.

He pulled off with a heave of breath before uttering four words that were enough to leave Richie speechless.

"Let me taste you." Bill begged.

Richie could have cum on the spot at the mere fact that Bill was so lust-drunk just from sucking on his finger that he didn't even stutter. But if he did, he'd miss out on probably the best blowjob of his life (the only blowjob of his life, thus far), so he had to keep it together.

Now, let it be known that Richie isn't proud of how quickly he whipped out his dick. There was no grace, no sensual teasing or tantalizing movements; it was all fumbling fingers and uncoordinated shimmies as he struggled to get his dick to hit the air before Bill somehow decided to change his mind.

"Uh... Taa-daaaaa." Richie pointed in the direction of his erection with two unsure hands, an awkward moment passing until Richie glanced upwards.

Bill wore an amused smirk when Richie reverted his attention back to him. It was endearing, but Richie already missed the blissed out, desperate expression he'd had not mere seconds ago.

So, Richie decided he would just have to do better. If he wanted to wipe that smirk off Bill’s face, he’d have to step up. No more awkwardness or unsure movements, Richie needed to take control.

Besides, his life moto was "fake it 'till you make it", why couldn't it apply here as well?

Richie willed his hand to stop shaking before he reached out and carded his fingers through familiar auburn locks, pushing them off Bill's forehead and holding them back with a firm grip. That same grip allowed him to pull Bill's head forward, leading him until he was right in front of Richie's cock.

That look that Richie was chasing slowly began to filter back in. Bill's eyes glazed over as he gazed down at the leaking head being offered to him, his jaw going slack as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and finally his whole body followed as it slumped forward with the first lick to Richie's head.

Richie felt drunk, his own head swimming with arousal and a lack of blood flow. Bill looked so good like this; Richie wasn't sure he would ever recover from the image.

But if looks alone were enough to kill, the feeling of Bill's mouth must have summoned him back from the afterlife just to murder him a second time.

When this was all over and Richie had had his brains blown out of him, literally, he was gonna have a lot of questions for Bill. Mainly, had he done this before, and if not, then where the hell had he learned to do that thing with his tongue.

It wasn't long before Bill ceased his lapping and moved to take Richie into his mouth in full. Richie wasn't one to brag (a lie he told himself) but he could physically see the strain on Bill's jaw as it struggled to open wide enough to take his whole cock. Though, if Richie were being honest with himself, it probably had more to do with the size of Bill's mouth than the size of Richie's appendage. But for the moment he allowed himself the ego-boost.

"Bill, jesus fuck, that feels good..." Richie's own voice came out unfamiliar to him, wavering far more than he'd have liked. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"You've always looked good with something between your lips, but fuck, it's like you were made for this."

Bill disconnected from Richie's cock with a wet slurp and Richie had to swallow down the noise his body tried to make in response.

"S-s-so you w-were staring at the d-diner earlier." Bill's gaze was mischievous, as if he'd caught Richie in a lie and now he'd earned himself a prize.

"I'm pretty sure everyone was staring, Billy. You were basically fellatio-ing the damn lollipop."

"F-fellatio-ing isn't a word R-Richie."

"I'm the one getting fellatio'd right now, I think I'd know."

"Well, you won't be for m-m-much longer i-if you keep making up w-w-words."

"How do I shut you up? Where's your off button."

Bill glanced down at the cock still held in his hand, and then slowly raked his eyes back up Richie's form. The implication was clear, and Richie was more than happy to oblige.

Richie replaced Bill's hand with his own, his other flying back into Bill's hair to pull him closer. He led Bill back to the head of his cock, taking a moment to paint his lips with the pre-cum that had pearled at the slit. Bill's lips felt like velvet as he rubbed himself against them, but it wasn't nearly enough.

“Open.” Richie commanded, honestly surprised when he was met with obedience instead of a snarky remark. It made his cock twitch as it entered Bill’s mouth.

No more accurate definition of euphoria came to mind as Richie sunk into the heat of Bill’s mouth, shuddering as every inch of his cock was enveloped. Bill kept his eyes squeezed shut as he willed his jaw to take everything Richie was giving him.

When Richie felt the head of his cock reach resistance, he still had about half of his shaft exposed. There was nowhere else to go unless Richie was going to start feeding it down Bill’s throat, and while that thought did make a new rush of arousal flood his body, he didn’t think now would be the best time to try it.

At the pause in movement, Bill opened his eyes, blinking away tears that had gathered along his eyelashes. Richie could see the cogs turning in Bill’s head as he assessed the situation in front of him in the same way Bill problem solved every roadblock he encountered: with reckless determination.

Bill tried to move himself forward, quickly realizing his mistake as his gag reflex kicked in. The resulting noise was so much hotter than it had any right to be, and Richie had to physically hold himself back from trying to trigger it again.

In stubborn acceptance, Bill brought his hand up to circle around the rest of the shaft he couldn’t fit inside his mouth. Richie loosened his grip on Bill’s hair to allow him to move however he needed, and instantly Bill’s head began bobbing in tandem with small twists of his wrist.

“Holy shit, ahhhhh- what the fuck D-Denbrough.” Richie’s words spilled out in a rush, tripping over themselves with a quiver.

Bill pulled back until only the crown of Richie’s cock laid between his lips, setting his tongue to work at the slit as if he could coax out more of Richie’s pre-cum just like that. When Richie’s thighs began to quake, Bill tilted his head and moved ever so slightly so his tongue could lap at the soft tissue that connected Richie’s head to the rest of his cock.

Richie released a sound that would have been embarrassing in any other circumstance, high-pitched and needy in tone. It only seemed to make Bill move faster.

Bill moved back down the shaft, running his tongue along what he could reach, his hand working the rest. He began picking up pace, flitting his eyes open and gazing up at Richie with pure lust-blown pupils.

Richie had a flashback to earlier that day, watching Bill suck on his lollipop with poorly feigned innocence, juxtaposed with the debauched expression he wore now. There was no fooling anyone, Bill wanted this. He needed this. He’d probably needed it for a long time, and that thought spurred Richie on.

“You wanna taste me, huh?” Richie began thrusting in time with Bill, punching a pleasured moan out of him. He chanced a glance down at Bill’s lap for the first time since they’d begun fooling around and noticed the bulge straining to escape his jeans. It gave Richie even more satisfaction to know Bill was deriving just as much pleasure from this as he was.

“Bet I taste better than that fucking lollipop, ahhh, fuck-” Richie’s thrusts were getting unsteady. He could see drool escaping the corners of Bill’s mouth as he struggled to keep up with Richie’s pace.

Richie was getting close, the warmth in his belly coming to a boil as the heat around him become too much to bear. Richie pulled his shirt up, holding it bunched to his chest so he would have a better view of Bill’s face as he swallowed Richie’s cum.

That thought is what finally pushed Richie over the edge, screaming out a delayed warning that did neither of them much good as Richie’s cock was already emptying into Bill’s mouth.

Thankfully, Bill didn’t seem to mind the lack of a warning, doubling his efforts to suck Richie through his orgasm, taking more of him in than he had been able to before.

Reckless determination.

Richie was squeezing his eyes so tight that stars began to illuminate the black sky behind his lids. A fuzzy feeling accompanied them, starting in his head and spreading through his limbs. It mixed with the overwhelming pleasure in each of his nerve endings, dizzying him with overwhelming sensations, and then there was nothing.

Richie thinks he must have blacked out for a second because suddenly he’s splayed across Bill's bed, staring up at the ceiling. His fingertips were still tingling, and his throat was dry and hoarse, but those were the only indications that what just happened hadn't just been a dream.

Richie propped himself up on his elbows, looking around the room in an attempt to piece things together. Bill was nowhere to be found, which made Richie entertain the dream idea even more. He could have fallen asleep on Bill’s bed, had a wet dream inspired by Bill's casual affair with lollipops… he probably moaned in his sleep and scared Bill off, even.

“Drink.”

Richie nearly jumped out of his skin as Bill suddenly appeared beside him.

“Holy fuck, Casper! Warn a guy!”

A cup of water was thrust into Richie’s hands, and without having to think much about it he brought it to his lips and downed a generous amount. His throat thanked him immediately.

“What were you m-m-mutt-ttering about?” Bill asked, hopping on to the bed beside Richie and causing the mattress to wobble them both slightly.

“I was just… trying to figure something out…” Richie raked his eyes up and down Bill’s form, trying to find any sign that he’d actually had Richie’s cock down his throat not even five minutes ago, but the boy looked as kempt as usual.

“Okay, w-well once you figure it out, can y-y-you put your dick b-back in your pants? Georgie is gonna b-be home soon.”

Richie blanched, moving comically slow as he looked down at his lap, revealing that his dick was, as stated, very much not in its confines.

Bill shifted beside him, and it was enough to shake Richie out of his ‘holy shit that actually happened it wasn’t just a dream bill denbrough is a fucking dick sucking god’ epiphany.

Once he was all tucked back in and had finished the glass of water Bill had generously (and forcefully) provided, he finally allowed himself to look at his friend again.

Bill was already watching him, a gentle smile playing on his features as he rolled the lollipop from earlier around in his mouth.

“You’re fucking insatiable, you know that?” Richie’s heart was thrumming in his chest, unanswered questions clawing to get out. But before he had a chance to ask them, Bill removed the candy from his mouth just long enough to lean forward and capture Richie’s lips in a kiss.

It was a little shy, a little tender; the complete opposite from the way Bill’s mouth worked itself along his cock. Richie decided that he liked it that way.

When Bill pulled back, they were both red enough to rival the lollipop in Bill’s hand, which he wasted no time in replacing between his lips.

“By th-the w-way,” Bill began, settling into Richie’s side and reaching for his controller to unpause their game. “You d-don’t taste better th-th-than a lollipop.” That playful smile was back on Bill’s lips.

“I guess I can’t compete with artificial cherry flavor.” Richie conceded, following Bill’s lead and retrieving his own controller.

“I still like you b-better.” Bill stated with so much certainty that Richie felt his whole world solidify.

[beauregard-s]

Sharing (Bill D. x Reader x Eddie K.)

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader x Eddie Kaspbrak (All of them are 18+)

Word Count: 7k (I’m so sorry)

Warnings: Lots of NSFW material. Includes M/F/M threesome, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), and unprotected sex. Also includes a bit of a Voyeur!Bill Denbrough and a lot of Dom!Bill Denbrough. And, of course, cursing and dirty talking.

A/n: I don’t even know what to say about this one, but I HAD to write it. I’m kind of insecure, but very happy because I finished it after a long time. It’s huge, I know, I’m sorry lmfao

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“I d-didn’t even get st-started, y/n...”

Bill kept acute attention on you and the fucked-out expression you had, his wrist down the waistband of your shorts, his hand inside your soaked panties, and his fingers tracing small circles over your aching clit. You held onto the counter behind your back so hard you could feel the numbness spreading through your hands. You felt the urge to clench your thighs together to get more of his touch, but Bill kept a knee between yours, his face so close his lips brushed against your cheeks and lips here and there. 

You felt like you were tip-toeing on your edge, everything he did plus de thrill of having all your friends right in the next room driving you there. You could even hear their voices in the living room while you and Bill were hidden in his kitchen. You loved forbidden things such as the fear of being caught, and Bill knew that pretty well. And shared it with you.

“Do you wanna c-c-cum, love? I can f-feel you already p-pulsing...” he muttered, teasingly dragging his middle finger up and down your slit, never inside you. “Yes, please...” You purred, eyes on those ice blue ones of his, biting down your lip whenever you felt the urge of moaning loud. Bill smiled down at you so sweetly it didn’t even look like he was torturing you like that. “You will, b-but not now”. That and the way he slowed down so his fingers were barely moving made you whimper and grind against him. Bill kissed your cheek like he was sorry for keeping you so denied like that, but you knew he wasn’t. He loved all of that, teasing and leaving you hanging there, hot for him, just to fuck you senseless on his bed later. He loved that, and so did you.

“You’re so not getting away with this, William Denbrough” you hissed, but that only made him laugh. “I very m-m-much d-doubt it, y/n y/l/n.” 

You smiled every time he’d say your name, simply because he never stuttered saying that. He pressed his whole hand against you and you gasped. He took in the chance of your parted lips to kiss you harshly like he always did. And you two could stay like that forever, but you heard a loud noise that made both of you freeze. 

You looked at the kitchen door and Eddie was standing there, widened eyes and a cup you supposed he had in his hands, now shattered on the floor. 

“I-I’m sorry, guys... Really. I’m so sorry. Fuck!”

And just as fast as all happened, he stormed out of there, while you were still smashed against Bill’s chest, his hand still inside your shorts and your lips raw from kissing. You looked back at each other and you saw his face turning red in embarrassment at the same time you felt your cheeks burning too. But then you both burst in laugher, finally parting away. “Damn, Bill, we scared the shit out of him” you tried to pull yourself together, adjusting your clothes, while Bill crossed the room to get a broom. “I b-b-bet ten b-bucks he will scold us about how unsanitary it is t-to touch ourselves in a k-kitchen. You b-better go and keep him from t-telling the others”.

Bill stayed behind to clean the broken glass and you made your way to the living room, ready to be the target of every sexual line of Richie for the rest of the year as soon as Eddie gossiped about what he just saw, but when you approached the rest of the Losers, they’re shit-talking about Bowers around the Monopoly board on the coffee table. 

“Holy shit, y/n! Where is Bill?” Stan, the banker, fizzed. “Does he wanna buy Park Place or...?”

You frowned at them, surprised you didn’t get the mocking you were expecting. You read each of them, from Beverly sipping on her juice to Mike tapping his cards on the board, and they all seemed unaware. “I don’t know. I think he won’t, he’s almost bankrupted...” Your eyes then landed on Eddie automatically, sitting on his spot at the couch because he didn’t like to sit on the floor, looking nervous as heck. 

His eyes didn’t meet yours, he seemed even more embarrassed than you felt that moment and it made you feel bad. You just didn’t know what was going on. You knew Eddie was kinda... Naive. He once hooked up with a girl at the homecoming and the boys kept making fun of that for months, but that was all he had in his history. You started worrying that you made him too uncomfortable, and now he was grossed out or something. 

As soon as you took your seat again, Bill stepped into the room and, perceiving the ignorance in the air, he raised an eyebrow at you. You just shook your head as Stanley scuffled at him about the Park Place slot.

**

“What the hell happened earlier?” you asked, pulling your top down on you.

Bill sighed and shifted between the sheets, only covered by the fabric once he refused to get up with you. His sleepy voice made you smile, the sight of his bare chest flaunting some hickeys made you shiver. “You t-talking about...?”, “Eddie, Bill. I’m talking about Eddie.” you said, softly. “I mean, after he saw us he was just sitting there, deadly silent. Then he claimed bankruptcy ten minutes later and ran back home”. 

Your boyfriend Denbrough rested his arm under his head and looked at you, narrowing his eyes. “I just ate you out until you screamed, and you were t-t-thinking about Eddie? S-seriously, y/n?”. Yes, he was right and you still felt your knees weak, but he laughed it off and shook his head right after. “I d-don’t know, love... He seemed k-kinda stressed. You’re worried ab-b-bout him, aren’t you?”. You shrugged, sitting down on the bed to put on your beaten converses. “Yes... I mean, Eddie is so high-strung... I just didn’t want to annoy him so much with something so silly. I love him.”

You and Eddie had known each other for years. Not as long as he knew Bill, but still, you had a strong bond. He and Bill met when they were just six, you joined the party when you all were ten. He was the one who you first confessed to being in love with Bill, in the first place. And he was the one who advised you on telling Bill himself. 

“And he loves you too, b-babe.” Bill sat up and scooted closer, his lips meeting the crook of your neck from behind. 

You raised a brow at his tone. 

“What?” “No, I m-mean... Don’t tell m-me you never noticed.” You spun around so you were facing him. Bill looked serious, although a tiny smirk danced on his lips. “Oh, you d-didn’t...” “I didn’t what, exactly, William?”. He laughed at your anxiety. “Y/n, m-m-maybe Eds is head over heels f-for you.” You tilted your head while he kept an eye on your reaction. “No,” you said. “You can b-bet your sweet ass.”

**

Of course the next days felt weird. 

There was definitely something wrong with Eddie Kaspbrak. He’d evade away somedays, making up excuses so he wouldn’t hang out with the group, and when he showed up you noticed how distant he was from you. Bill could keep better with all of this, he was brave enough to talk to Eddie like nothing happened, but you weren't. You were that one kind of person that, when things went wrong, would step back afraid of making it worse. 

So it was what you did. You stepped back and let time solve things.

It took two weeks before Eddie made it to the Clubhouse again. You were laying on the couch, Bill’s arm around you as you had your back against his chest. Bev was sitting right in front of you, at the hammock, while you and Richie made fun of their kiss in the third grade. 

“Don’t be such a prude, Billiam.” Richie teased, walking in circles and messing with Stan’s Rubik's Cube. “He’s not a prude. I don’t know why he’s blushing so much,” you said softly as Bill rolled his eyes. “That’s okay, we kissed when we were kids and I passed the baton to y/n.” Bev laughed and you two shared a playful wink. Richie scoffed, “Good friends share, honey. That’s what they say.” You laughed along with the others when Bill looked down at you, as red as a cherry, but grinning. “Y’all should j-j-just shut the fuck up -” but he got cut off when the trapdoor swung open and Stan went down through it, bringing Eddie. 

“What kind of sickness are you guys humming about?” Stan asked casually. “Heard something about sharing from up there... Fuck off, Richie!”

Stan slapped the cube off Richie’s hands, fingers moving fast, trying to fix the mess, while Eddie moved around looking for a seat. His eyes inevitably drifted over you and you felt that weird embarrassment again. Your legs were occupying the free spot at the couch, your dress tucked in between your thighs so you wouldn’t show your underwear around. You immediately sat up, making room for him, and, with no choice, Eddie walked over and fell by your side.  

“We were just stating that good friends sometimes share stuff, like y/n and I shared Bill.” Bev said and you chuckled over Stan’s expression of disbelief. “You didn’t share, Bill. You can’t call a peck during third-grade sharing.” Richie whistled. “Now we are talking? What do you mean by sharing, Staniel? Don’t be shy, elaborate!”

Stan didn’t even hesitate, leaning against a wood column.

“Threesome”.

The word fell like a bomb. At least it hit you like that. 

Beverly was laughing and Richie was delighted with the dirty path that talk went through. You could feel Bill softly chuckling against you while his fingers grazed your arm. You didn’t understand how could he remain so relaxed over a subject like that when you could feel yourself blushing hard to it. You were not a prude, but now you felt like.

“Yeah, that’s some good stuff...” Richie cooed. “Bev and y/n/n on Big Bill...”

“Beep beep, Richie!” You called out. 

“Oh, I can see you getting redder than a tomato, y/n! Tell us all, are you fond of the idea, or Bill doesn’t like sharing you much?”

“Richie, I swear to God...”

“I’d share you.” Bill said, softly. And he didn’t stutter at all. You looked up at him, dry swallowing your soul, but he kept the cool look and didn’t glance back.

Now even Stan had looked up at you and Bill from his cube and you all stayed silent over some good seconds before Richie broke the ice. ”Well, in this case, y/n, dear, your favorite Trashmouth will always be here for you,” and blew you a kiss that made you laugh even though we were shocked. 

“...B-but I’d do it with someone who d-d-deserved her.” Bill completed.

Richie threw his hands in the air in surrender. “But I'm classified! I’m quite experienced in this shit!” Bev made herself comfortable at the hammock while your mind spun with the chaotic level of that talk. “Are you, Tozier? Tell us then” she teased. Richie nodded slowly, talking dreamily, “Amber Miller and Melanie... Melanie Something, in the bathroom at that guy Trevor’s party”. 

“No way!” Eddie finally hissed by your side, and you knew by his high-pitched tone you weren’t the only one uncomfortable there. “You can’t call it a threesome when one just sucked your dick while you kissed the other, because that’s all you did to those two, Richie!”

“Yeah?” Richie’s eyes widened even more behind his thick glasses “Tell us then, Eddie Bear, do you count chickening-out on fucking Greta Bowie as losing your virginity for real? Because if you don’t, I have fucking news for you, my good man!”

And that was it. The igniting point had been established. Eddie got up and disappeared up the trapdoor the fastest you had ever seen. “Richie...” Beverly hissed, but you didn’t stay to hear the lecture that was about to start. You glanced at Bill and he nodded, so you climbed the stairs out of there. 

The sun was already setting and the light through the trees had an orange tone when you spotted Eddie marching down the trail that’d lead him out of the Barrens. So you followed him and shouted for his name once. You knew he heard you, but he didn’t stop. “Edward Kaspbrak!” his full name would do it, and did. His pace became sloppy and he stopped, turning around to look at you. You stopped breathless at least eight feet apart from him, and the upset way he looked at you broke your heart in half.

“What? Yes, y/n, it’s true. I’m a fucking virgin and I didn't fuck Greta at the homecoming! I left her in her car and ran away! Happy?”

You frowned and shook your head. “No... I... To hell with Greta! What the fuck is happening to you?”. Eddie breathed out. "Nothing.” 

“I swear I’m gonna hit you...” You muttered. “You can’t even look me in the eye, Eddie. It’s been like that since...” 

”Since you s-saw me touching her.” You heard Bill’s voice cut you off from behind you. And he was there, looking at Eddie severely as he approached both of you. 

Eddie looked cornered somehow, and Bill didn’t want to turn things worse, so he also stood a few feet away from you. Not touching or anything. Eddie’s big brown eyes ran from you to Bill repeatedly and you saw his cheeks became flushed, although his jaw was clenched. “You’d not... It’s nothing.” 

“It’s something, yes. What was that? Did you... Did we gross you out that bad?” You grew the courage to ask. “No!” He denied it in a millisecond. “You didn’t gross me out, neither of you did...” 

“So what w-was it, Eddie? You c-can tell us anything, and you k-know that” Bill wooshed. 

Eddie sighed and shook his head. “I just... I’m sorry. What I saw in the kitchen, it was... Overwhelming”. 

You raised a brow. “Overwhelming?” 

“Yes,” he continued, talking fast as he always did, but in a low and mushy tone. “I don’t know why, but it was, I mean... I...” 

“E-Eddie?” Bill encouraged. 

“I have feelings for you!”

Eddie said that with his doe eyes looking directly into yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat. “I always had, y/n... I don’t know why. I’m sorry, Bill.” he whined.

The three of you remained silent for a while. You ruminated all of that, thinking about what Bill told you in his room days before. “I-I already k-knew it, Eds.” Bill’s voice sounded calm, but you didn’t look at him. You looked back directly at Eddie. “It’s not like I’m jealous of you guys, really. I was and am happy you are together because you love each other. And I love both of you. Please, Bill, don’t be mad.”

You looked for Bill’s reaction and caught him shrugging slightly. “It’s okay, E-Eddie. It really is...”

Bill was never too jealous of you. Of course, his dominant traces would make him act up when guys hit too hard on you, but he never seemed to care about Richie’s jokes, or about how close you were to the other Losers. He was very protective, but not jealous. Maybe that was why he was so cool about it while you were panicking? 

He was just standing there, hands on his pockets. You were absolutely weak for the way he most of the time looked so put together although the world was falling apart, but sometimes his bravery turned into some dangerous lack of rational fear. Like now. 

“I wasn’t grossed, nor jealous, I promise. I’m sorry, y/n.”

Your eyes ran back to Eddie and his fists had relaxed, his lips parted. You could clearly see his freckles over his blush and that, somehow, gave you butterflies inside. He didn’t have his fanny packs anymore, but seconds before you swore he could draw his inhaler out of his front pocket any time soon. Now he just seemed pacified. 

“That’s okay” You assured. “It was not your fault, Eddie” The soft smile he gave you warmed you from the inside and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“You b-b-broke down, didn’t you? When you s-saw her that way?” You almost punched Bill for saying that when you were trying to fix things up, but there was no need. Almost immediately, Eddie whispered a soft “Yes.”

"And t-that’s okay. You’re attracted t-to her. I’m cool with it. Y/n?”

Bill called out your name, but you were frozen while your thoughts ran wildly. You out of nowhere recalled things such as your first fall off a bike, and how Eddie took care of the scratches and cuts on your knees and hands. Or how he used to tease your while y’all played chicken fight at the quarry. He didn’t change much from those times. He was about your height now, still all about polo shirts and the warmest eyes you ever saw. 

“Me too. Totally.” You mumbled.

Eddie seemed relieved judging by the sweet smile he had on. “Nice...” he said, motioning towards the trail “But I’m gonna head home anyway. It’s getting dark and I swear I’m gonna punch Richie in the face if I see him.”

You all muttered ‘see ya’s, and Eddie turned around and resumed his way through the trail. You cursed under your breath and when you heard Bill laughing by your side, you couldn’t help but shove his arm. “Hey! W-what was t-that?” “You’re laughing!” “C-c-course I am! You should see how p-perturbed you look n-now. It’s k-kinda funny!”

You gave Bill a deadly look, but that didn’t completely stop him from laughing. “C-come on, y/n. I k-know you reciprocate him...”Bill said quietly. You wouldn’t deny it. You couldn’t because your heart was raced after hearing Eddie saying all of that, what meant that denying it you’d be lying to your boyfriend, and you’d never do that. "I love you, Bill” it scaped pass your lips, making him scoot closer. “I k-know you d-do. I love you t-too, y/n. And there’s n-nothing wrong with you b-being attracted to Eddie too.” And you knew he was being honest simply by the way his blue eyes met yours.

**

What happened in the woods soothed Eddie down and he was finally opened with you and Bill again. Even more, you would say. 

You didn’t know why, but now it felt like the three of you shared some kind of bond. You were happy that Eddie was stuck to you again, but you felt kinda troubled, though not in a bad way. 

Since that day at the Barrens your mind would throw you images about things you knew you shouldn’t think about. You caught yourself daydreaming sometimes, stuff you considered dirty and beyond limits. You constantly remembered Eddie’s sweet smile or Bill’s hungry looks over you. And, for your disgrace, you started thinking a lot about them together. 

You tried to bury it inside you the deepest you could, but even your dreams at night started to create scenarios that’d torment you.

And Bill somehow knew what was going on.

He was the one who always knew how to read you the best and after you were together, he just got deeper under your skin. He saw it all coming since the day in the kitchen, only by the way you worried so much about Eddie rejecting you and him, or by the way you started getting all flustered whenever the three of you would share the backseat side by side in Stan's car and you were too close to both of them at the same time.

That was why he started pushing your buttons here and there to see what you were made of. Casually leaning more against you so you were squeezed between him and Eddie, and playfully joking about the whole situation when you were alone, until the day you were both at your empty house, locked in your bedroom. You were laying down, moaning his name softly while he had two fingers moving inside you and his lips sucking your clit. Bill held you down and still, firmly, with his arm around your hips when he pulled away to look at your spacy pleasured face, fingers still pumping slowly. 

“So wet for m-me, love... Bet Eddie would love t-the sweet taste of yours just as m-much I do...”

You looked down at him in astonishment, but your body betrayed you, what made Bill smirk ear-to-ear. “I c-can even feel you tightening around m-my fingers...” “Bill...” you whined. “You’re imagining it n-now, aren’t you? Laying against m-my chest while I hold your soft t-thighs apart for Eddie to lick your p-pretty pussy until you c-cum on his lips...”. 

That was too much to take. You could perfectly picture Eddie’s eyes on you, feel how gently his tongue would feel while Bill’s strong hands held you on your place for him. The thought made you go over your edge instantly, and you felt your legs tremble as you came on Bill’s fingers, crying out in pleasure. You felt him chuckling when he started kissing your lower stomach as your climax faded. “What the hell, Bill?!” you panted, hitting his shoulder lightly. “Y-you came so fast to t-the thought, holy f-fuck, y/n...”. You knew he wasn’t angry. He sounded delighted, to be fair, and when he rested his chin on your ribs, looking at you, his cocky smile confirmed that but didn’t keep you from feeling ashamed. 

“You’re awful” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands, but he just pulled them way, properly getting on top of you and pinning your wrists down to each side of your head. 

“We c-could... Share, you know?” he suggested, raising his eyebrow at you underneath him. “Like Stan s-said.”

You bit down your lip for a moment. “It’d be some huge plumper if I told you I didn’t think about it nor even once.” You said, and Bill’s eyes grew dark. “I f-fucking knew it. You’ve b-been fantasizing about us t-together.” “Yeah.” You went straight to the point because something about him pining you down like that had you completely vulnerable. 

“D-do you want it?”  

“Yes... Do you?

Bill only grinned and leaned in to kiss you.

**

As the spring slowly turned into summer, the days were warmer and brighter. On that one, specifically, you were sitting on Bill’s desk in a dark green sundress, shuffling a deck of cards in your hands. Eddie was sitting at the edge of the bed, right in front of you, leaning into an old comic book in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. 

You could tell he wasn’t actually reading, not when every now and then his head would buck up a bit. You knew he was looking at you from under his lashes. Once your dress ran up your thighs when you sat down, a lot of skin was exposed for him to look at. It was not on purpose, but you didn’t mind fixing it anyway. 

It’s not like things between you got much heated after Bill gave you the green light, but you just couldn’t repress your will that much anymore, and neither could Eddie. Nor Bill. The truth is you were already fantasizing about Eddie after the Barrens thing, and now it just exploded inside you, and sometimes you cursed to yourself because all you could think was about being taken by him and Bill on the same bed, at the same time. And you knew Bill shared the idea, he had already shown you that he wanted it as much as you did, teasing you and making up dirty scenarios to torture your imagination.

The problem lied on Eddie. 

He was so tense when it came to... Stuff like that. You knew that he probably wouldn’t accept well the idea of the... Sharing. So you kept it to yourself and Bill, although you couldn’t help the mutual staring contest between you and the Kaspbrak boy anymore.

“Okay, Richie’s not c-c-coming.” Bill stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, interrupting the mute sexual tension. 

“Holy shit, Eddie, can’t you two just stop with all the bickering already?” you chuckled, placing the cards down by your side, once it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to play with only three heads there. Instead, you grabbed the Coke you were casually sipping on.

“Huh, no!” He sat up straight. “Richie was an asshole saying what he said that day, and I don’t take back the promise of beating him up next time he appears in front of me”. 

Bill walked over the chair next to you and sat down kinda sideways, his hand casually resting on your thigh while he still could face Eddie. 

“E-Eddie, really. We all d-don’t give a f-fuck about the Greta thing...” Eddie tossed the comic aside, starting to blush. “Yeah? Because it didn’t happen to any of you! Y’all are just outta there, fucking like rabbits”. 

You choked on your soda while Bill tilted his head back, bursting in laughter. 

“Eddie, dear, really... You didn’t feel like having sex with her, jeez! And you were right in the end. She’s... Greta Bowie.” you puckered your nose. 

“I chickened out, y/n!” 

“Y-you didn’t desire her. T-that’s okay, Eddie. C-calm down!”

You felt Bill’s hand going further on your flesh, squeezing lightly, and you noticed Eddie’s eyes following his moves for a while, almost hypnotized. 

“Eddie?” you called. “It’ll do anytime... Just relax”. He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know...” 

Bill relaxed back on the chair. “W-why is that?” 

“It’s not like I feel hot for a lot of girls around here, Bill.”

Eddie’s eyes met yours right away, and none of you stepped back this time until he looked at Bill with the same intensity. Bill’s hand drifted dangerously closer to your heat now, lifting your dress all the way up to your hips. 

“B-but you do feel turned on b-by y/n” Bill didn’t ask, he stated.

“Yes...” Eddie confirmed.

Bill smirked at you and his hand was out of the game. 

“Of c-course, look at her,” he said, softly. “Isn’t she b-beautiful, Eddie?”

You tried to act cool like wetness wasn’t already pooling inside your panties due to the hungry way Bill looked at you. So, you just wrapped your lips around the straw, sipping on your Coke once more. Eddie almost choked when you did.

“Stunning...” he muttered.

“Should see when I f-fuck her senseless on t-t-this desk.” Bill whispered.

Eddie’s eyes trailed down your body now, like you caught him doing so many times before. You knew he desired you, and the growing bulge you could see inside his pants just confirmed the facts.

At your right side, Bill was casually sitting on his chair, smirking and looking from Eddie to you, from you to Eddie. 

Right at your front, Eddie seemed to be breathing heavily. 

You had a wolf and a lamb. And you fucking wanted both.

So you took your turn. You put the half-empty bottle aside, on the desk, and hopped off it, walking over to the bed, where Eddie was sitting very stiffened. You put each of your knees by his sides, straddling him. You could feel him immediately under you when you settled down on his lap, probably hard and aching judging by the way he whined quietly under his breath feeling your hips against his. 

“Eddie?”

“Mm?”

“Let me be your first” you whispered looking at him, faces inches away. “Let us be your first” you corrected, looking now at Bill. 

Bill had darkened eyes in arousal watching to that, while Eddie had his hooded ones on you, hands going for your hips. You could spot the difference, Bill’s touch was firm, took you over completely, but Eddie’s was so damn soft like he was deeply afraid of hurting you somehow. 

“Do you want that?” He whispered back and you smiled. As an answer, all you did was to let your lips brush against his, a soft peck that was enough to make your heart speed up.

When you pulled away Eddie seemed stunned. Both of you immediately turned for Bill, and he had a blank turned on expression you loved. You could already see the outline of his hard cock inside his pants as he palmed it through the fabric.

“Holy f-fuck.” he mumbled, in pure bliss.

You bit down your lips, or else you’d moan right there to that view of him. And you could tell Eddie felt the same by the way he shifted under you. 

Bill got up and walked closer, he pulled back a few hair strands that fell on your face, fingers brushing against the skin of your shoulder like a permission for something. You glanced back at Eddie and he was not able to hold it back anymore.

You melted into Eddie because kissing him felt better than what you thought it’d be. His lips were soft and he kissed you slowly, one hand now running through your hair. You could hear Bill’s groans next to you as he sat down by Eddie’s side and next thing you know is that they were switching places and Bill’s lips were on yours. Eddie was now focused on kissing down your neck, making you shiver as Bill had a hand on your waist and his tongue dominating yours. Soon enough you were down onto the mattress.

You were soaked, and the way they kept exchanging places all over you only made it worse. You had Eddie’s loving kisses, then Bill’s intense ones, then Eddie’s again. That was wrecking your sanity. 

You were pressed in between them, feeling Bill grinding against you from behind, and grinding on Eddie’s thigh once he had a leg between yours, his lips now going for your jawline.

“Holyshit, y/n, holyshit...” he kept whispering, what made Bill chuckle against your shoulder when he nibbled there.

You felt your boyfriend’s tentative fingers going for the little tie on your waist that kept your dress around your body, and you quickly made the first move, pulling Eddie’s shirt over his head. Bill somehow managed to untie your dress and it unfolded off you. You shivered under the thin air, and under Eddie’s heart eyes to your now almost naked figure kind of underneath him.

“As I-I said, Eddie,” Bill’s hand now caressed your hips, playing with your panties' waistline, “b-beautiful...”

Eddie breathed heavily and you felt your cheeks burning pleasantly, his eyes running down your body as he pulled some inches away to look better at you. 

“Can I touch you, y/n/n?”

You couldn't help but chuckle at how amazed he sounded. “Of course you can, Edward,” you rolled your eyes playfully before taking his hand and guiding it closer. “I want you to.”

You placed his hand in between your breasts and his breath hitched again. Bill moaned quietly, spooning you while watching as his best friend run his touch down your stomach and up again to gently grope one of your breasts. 

You reached behind and slid a hand down Bill’s unbuckled jeans, finding him fully hard and, when you wrapped your fingers around him, he groaned again and sought for your touch. You felt him exhaling against your neck when you traced your thumb around his precome wet tip.

Eddie had his attention split between your body and Bill’s probably very pleased expression, and suddenly he leaned in and took a nipple of yours between his lips, sucking it gently. “Fuck, Eddie...” Bill sounded amazed, and all you could do was let out a not-so-quiet moan.

Eddie sucked and licked each of your breasts and you clenched around nothing, that sweet tension building in your lower abdomen. You ran your fingers through his hair and felt the strawberries scent of his shampoo while leaning back to reach Bill’s peppermint tasting lips. Bill pulled your thighs slightly apart, only enough for his hand to fit in between, his fingertips tracing your clothed slit’s contour, making you roll your hips and moan against him.

You had your nails scratching lightly down Eddie’s chest, feeling his lips going further and further, all the way down your chest and all over your belly. The unexpected contact of his teeth on a spot of your waistline made you whimper loud into Bill’s kiss.

“Holy fuck...” you moaned, and Bill grinned, pulling his hand out of the way. 

“E-Eddie?” Eddie hummed in response, looking up. “D-Do you want t-to t-taste her?”

“Yes, please... I mean, do you want me to, y/n/n?”

You nodded, unable to form words to his doe eyes looking up into yours, fingers lingering over your underwear as he was dying inside to take them off. He smiled and Bill left his spot, pulling himself to sit up against the headboard. He quickly got rid of his shirt and patted down the place between his legs. You crawled into his arms, falling back against his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you. Eddie scooted closer and gently pulled your panties off, then Bill splattered his hands on your inner thighs, keeping them apart so Eddie could lay in between them.

The view alone was enough to make you falter and it just got worse when Eddie immediately leaned down on you, dragging his tongue all the way up from your slit to your clit. You moaned, letting your head fall back on Bill’s shoulder as he kissed the sweet spot on your neck that was enough to weaken your knees. You could hear him hissing lowly, probably eagerly watching Eddie eating you out. You’d eye down at him occasionally, but most of the time you could only close your eyes, feeling that agonizing pressure growing inside of you as Eddie’s tongue and lips worked their way. Bill whispered here and there, telling him to go slower or lighter and you knew the bastard was trying to delay you, instructing Eddie to lick you only enough to make you hover your edge.

“Eddie, please...” you whimpered, looking down at him sucking lightly on your clit. Bill echoed by your ear. “G-go ahead, Eds. M-make her cum.”

He sucked harder, tongue then swirling faster and rougher through your folds. He immediately made you come undone on his mouth, your hands pulling the sheets while Bill shushed you.

“Shit, I want to fuck you so bad...” 

You smiled at Eddie’s low muttering, sure you looked pretty fucked out now, still panting and clenching alone.

“Do you want me to ride you, Eds? Just like I ride Bill?” you teased.

He nodded frenetically coming up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself through his lips. You perked up and turned slightly to kiss Bill now. 

“Let me suck you too, please?” You begged against his lips. Bill’s blue eyes smirked at you in the dirtiest way that made you bit down your lip. “Always, b-babe.”

You were nervous about that, but the three of you seemed to coordinate just perfectly. Bill stood up by the side of the bed and kept a hand through your hair while you pulled his jeans and underwear down. He kicked them aside as you wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before turning for Eddie. 

He laid down next to where you were sitting and got rid of his pants. He looked fidgety when it came to him being so exposed to you and Bill, but when you straddled his hips it seemed to vanish away from his thoughts. 

You also expected to feel flustered in the middle of all of that, but it was the complete opposite. You had Eddie under you, his little grunts filling your ears as your pussy brushed against his hard cock, and Bill standing up next you, his thumb contouring your lips right before you suck on it.

You felt amazing. 

Bill always made you feel like the most beautiful and desired woman on Earth, but that was different. That was a whole new level.

You slowly lowered yourself on Eddie, guiding him into you and feeling him stretching you out since he was more on the thicker side, while Bill had more length. He howled while every inch of him slid into your warmness, his fingers digging into your hips. 

“Fuck, y/n, feeling so good...” 

 You stayed still for a moment, feeling dizzy and adjusting to him as Bill ran his fingers through your hair. You went for his cock, fingers around its base when you caught his wet tip between your lips, making him groan and throw his head slightly back. 

You took Bill deeper into your mouth at the same time you started to softly bounce up and down on Eddie. You didn’t know how, but you managed to set up coordinate paces to please both of them, hearing their groaning and cursing filling the room. The smooth sound of your hips against Eddie’s, alongside the slippery one of you lightly choking around Bill was the most sinful thing you ever heard.

You found out you loved it way too much.

“Such a g-good g-girl, y/n/n. So g-good for us, b-babe” Bill praised, looking down at you fucking one of his best friends. You were clenching so tightly around Eddie, making him moan out loud, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he watched you sucking Bill so skillfully. 

Your legs started to weaken, so Eddie thrust up into, and you suddenly reached your high again. You moaned around Bill’s cock and the way he kept his hips from thrusting into your mouth was enough for you to know he was holding himself back. Eddie, on the other hand, kept fucking into you through your peak and a few moves later, when you pulled away from Bill for a sec, he released inside you. Eddie’s eyes shut closed as he came, his lips parting while you still moved your hips slightly around.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck...” he kept humming. 

You looked up at Bill and no words were needed. You slid down to Eddie’s side just for Bill to come for you, pulling your legs up and apart, pressing your thighs against his chest while the slid into you giving no time for adjustment. You still felt Eddie’s cum inside when Bill started to pound against, hard and deep, making you whimper due to how sensitive you felt now.

Didn’t take long until you earned yourself another orgasm, this time around Bill, just a few thrusts before he groaned loudly and pulled off, coming all over your thighs. All of that while Eddie still breathed heavily by your side and grinned at both of you. Your whole body trembled when Bill left you and fell onto the bed. The three of you just stayed like that, laying side by side, panting and occasionally cursing under your breaths. 

“Y/n/n, are you okay?” You heard Eddie whispering by your left.

You couldn’t help smiling to the ceiling hearing the sweet worried tone of his.

“Totally okay, Eddie Spaghetti.” You answered, and Bill laughted by your right side. “What about you? Are you okay?”

You tilted your head just in time to see him rolling his eyes at the nickname he hated so much, but still, he smiled back at you. 

“More than okay. Bill?”

You turned at him now, and he had his eyes closed and a satisfied smirk on his lips.

“Am-m-mazing.” he said, peacefully.

You chuckled at his expression and sat up, looking around for your forgotten dress and underwear. “W-what are you d-doing?” Bill mumbled and you recognized the sleepy post-sex tone of his. “Gotta clean up, I'll be right back.” 

You grabbed your clothes and walked over to the door. You peeked outside for a moment, but the quiet hallway indicated the house was still empty, so you made your way to the bathroom. You didn’t mind closing the door while you leaned back against the sink and cleaned Bill’s cum off your inner thighs with a smirk on your face, trying your best to pull yourself together even if you still felt Eddie’s inside you and your legs trembled way too much.

You slid your panties on again and put on the dress again, tying it tightly around your waist. When you turned to face the mirror, you had messed up sex hair, kiss-bruised lips, red cheeks, and some slightly red marks all over your neck and chest that you couldn’t tell who they belonged to. 

“D-did we mess you up t-t-too much?”

Bill appeared at the doorway when you were running your fingers over a fresh hickey right under your collarbone, pulling his shirt down his head, pants on again. You smiled softly, approaching him. 

“Just the perfect amount.”

Bill smiled down at you, pushing back some hair strands of yours before kissing you softly, just the way he’d kiss you after you two had pretty rough sex. When you parted away, Eddie was leaving Bill’s bedroom, buckling his pants up, his whole face still red.

He looked up at you and Bill, and you all stared at each other for a while, before bursting in laughter. You went for him and said nothing before scooting closer and kissing him too, a sloppy kiss while he smiled against your lips, hands on your waist. 

When you pulled away, he scratched the back of his head, looking even more flustered than before, but blissful.

"Y'all swear the others won't hear about what happened here." He said.

"Never!" You and Bill answered in unison and he went ahead. "It'll b-be our secret, E-Eds."

That made your grin mischievously at both of them, already very fond of the soreness you were feeling between your thighs cause you knew you'd feel it more from that day on. You walked past Bill, to the stairs, your stomach roaring lowly. 

You could hear Eddie muttering to Bill as they followed you downstairs. "Although I'd pay to see Richie's face if he heard about our Sharing." 

[upamongthestarss]

Perfect Timing//Bill Denbrough x fem reader

Please be kind! This is only my second time publishing on tumblr, so I’m not really sure what I’m doing, but here we are!

Warnings: smut, brief mention of fem oral receiving, swearing, mild angst, underage drinking

Spring break came way too slowly, especially for Y/n. Freshman year of college is said to be one of the best years of your life, but it’s definitely the worst. Her high school was entirely too easy for her, probably because her teachers were just idiots. Then college hit, and the workload was unbearable. Not to mention, she grew homesick for her parents and her best friends and even a tiny bit for Bill. 

Oh, how she hated Bill back home. 

Well, okay, she didn’t hate him, it was more of just a mutual tension that sometimes led to the Losers separating them at all costs. 

They went on a few dates freshman year, and even kissed once, but it all ended when popular Autumn asked Bill to “help her with English” at lunch one day. He completely forgot to tell Y/n, but didn’t think much of the whole affair anyway. When Y/n walked out of the lunch line, she smiled at her newly official boyfriend. He was hunched over a piece of paper, diligently writing with ginger hair falling into his eyes. When Autumn saw her coming over, she tapped Bill on the shoulder, and kissed him full on the mouth when he turned to her.

Y/n’s hands went slack, causing her tray to clatter to the ground. Tomato soup splattered all over her new white Keds. She obviously looked down to see the damage, and missed Bill pushing Autumn off of him. He went over to check on her and help her clean up, but she stormed off to the bathrooms. 

From then on out, there’s been so much tension between them. Even though Bill explained what happened countless times, she’s absolutely refused to listen. She’s had trust issues after her biological father cheated on her mother when she was little, and this, well, this basically made them inflate like the economy. She wasn’t on speaking terms with him until the end of the school year, and even then their friendship was rocky.

But there was also a sexual tension. Bill and Y/n still had blatantly obvious feelings for each other, whether they wanted to admit or not. In fact, they even went to senior prom together, but it ended in disaster. There was a dramatic exit from Y/n when he mentioned how he was on good terms with Autumn now, and she was really sorry for what happened. 

“Why the hell would you bring that up now?” Y/n rose from her seat.

“B-b-because she t-told me she w-wanted us to-”

“Can’t we just completely forget what happened back then? It was so long ago.”

Bill flushed. “Well, it r-r-really seems l-like you’ve n-n-never forgotten ab-about it these past th-three years.”

She threw her napkin on the table and left after saying, “You’re a dick.”

That night she vented to Eddie and ultimately admitted to having feelings for him, but he knew that all along anyway.

That night was the last time they talked until it was time for Bill to leave for NYU.

“Good luck,” she told him, bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously. 

“Th-thank you, Y/n, y-you too!” he was so excited that day that he even pulled her into a hug, much to her surprise (and delight). 

And now, here she is, on the plane to Palm Springs. It’s a long flight from Marywood, so Y/n uses her time to finish her homework. She’s majorly jetlagged by the time she lands at Palm Springs International. Luckily, the cab ride isn’t ridiculously long. When she gets to Richie’s beach house, he’s on the porch with his feet up and a daiquiri in hand.

“Y/N!!!!” he shouts, putting his drink to the side and running down the stairs.

“RICHIE!!!!” she yells back, dropping her bags to run and hug him. 

“Oh, it’s been so long!”

“I know!! And holy shit, your house is gorgeous!”

“I’m telling you, Y/n, I lucked out so much by scoring that audition. Can you believe it? Rich Records Tozier, the nation’s youngest beloved DJ.”

“Hardly,” she chuckles. “So how is the life of fame treating you?”

“Oh, brilliant. Come on in, I’ll give you a tour,” he scoops up her bag and leads her to the door. It’s an incredible house, with a beautiful kitchen and even a movie theater. 

“And here’s your room,” he gestures to the first door upstairs. 

“May I?” she asks, hand on the doorknob. 

“Be my guest.”

She swings it open to a redheaded girl on one of the two beds. She looks up from her magazine, smirking. “Hey, roomie!”

“Bev!” Y/n shrieks as her best friend runs to her and practically knocks her over. 

“When did you get here?!” 

“About an hour ago. Stan’s here too, but he’s taking a nap.”

“Well, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Y/n grins mischievously. 

“Everyone else is supposed to get here tomorrow morning, except for Mike. He’s coming tonight.”

“Oh, thank God. No Bill for a half day more.”

“Oh, Y/n, don’t be so close-minded,” Bev giggles and they sit down on the same bed, bursting with so much to catch up on. Richie doesn’t know if he should sit down with them or just go back to his daiquiri, but the doorbell rings.

“Saved by the bell,” he says, getting the side eye in response. 

The girls talk for hours until they decide to say hello to Mike. Y/n stops at the bathroom first, and it takes her a while to find the kitchen after that. She has to follow the voices and Richie’s booming laugh.

“Sorry, I got lost,” she says, turning in the kitchen. “Hi, Mi-”

The third person talking to Richie and Beverly is not Mike.

It’s Bill. And she looks like a total bum in her old sundress and messy ponytail. She isn’t wearing a drop of makeup, either.

“Y/n.”

“Bill. Good to see you,” she holds out her hand professionally. He shakes it.

Is it good to see him? Looking at his cerulean eyes certainly sends butterflies through her stomach and through… other parts of her body.

“Y-you too.”

That immaculate stutter. She sits down at a barstool and crosses her legs together tightly. Richie and Beverly are quick to notice it, but restrain from commenting.

“I thought you were coming in tomorrow morning?” 

She doesn’t sound rude or accusatory, just curious.

“M-my flight got c-c-cancelled.”

“Okay, gotcha.” 

She drums her fingertips on the counter restlessly, not really knowing what else to say.

Luckily, Richie has a plan in case things get awkward between these two- and he’s already having to use it.

“Anyone want a drink?”

************************

“Nursing school is so insane. In anatomy, our teacher dissected a literal human body, and we had to examine it.”

“Eddie, please. We’re eating,” Y/n coughs. 

“It was disgusting, but it was also fascinating,” he defends himself.

“Whatever floats your boat,” Ben shrugs. 

“Y/n, tell us more about Marywood,” Eddie says, but she’s way too busy watching Bill talk to Richie’s cute next door neighbor while holding her little sister.

“You’re so good with her!” she simpers, tossing her shiny brown hair.

“Y/n? Earth to Y/n?”

“What?” 

“How’s Marywood?” 

“Oh, it’s… fine.”

“Just fine? Did you pick a major yet?”

She shakes her head.

“What about that guy? Are you still with him?”

“David? No, we were together for a while, but I guess the spark just kinda died. I mean, he initiated the breakup, but it was all mutual.”

Eddie squirts a dollop of sunscreen the size of a clementine in his hand. “That sucks. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be,” Y/n shrugs, averting her gaze back to Bill. She’s very glad that she's wearing sunglasses, to hide her stares.

The cute girl was right, he is good with that little girl. Her heart would be melted, but Bill keeps flirting with the older sister. It’s disgusting.

And then, that girl has the audacity to drop the rattle she shook in the baby’s face. Y/n is close enough to hear the conversation, or at least read lips.

“Oh, l-l-l-let m-me get that.”

“Don’t worry, I got it,” she smiles, bending over so stealthily so that her breasts are all but out of that bikini.

“Ugh,” Y/n rolls her eyes.

“What’s up?” Ben asks.

“Nothing. I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” she stands up and walks almost catatonically to the door.

Instead of going to the bathroom, she finds a glass and slams it on the table. 

“D-damn, Y/n. That’s n-n-not a napkin, you kn-know.”

She jumps at Bill’s voice. He obviously followed her in, and she’s not too thrilled about it.

“Funny,” she replies, searching the cabinets. “Do you want anything?”

“I-I was ac-actually getting d-drinks.”

“Oh, for you and your new girlfriend? Hey, let me know when the wedding is. That is, if I even get on the guest list.”

“What’s your p-p-problem?”

“I don’t have a problem.”

Y/n finds a bottle of straight vodka and pours it right in the glass.

“Hey, its eh-eh-eleven AM,” Bill warns her, reaching for the glass. Unfortunately, their hands grab for it at the same time and it goes crashing to the ground. 

“Great, thanks,” she says.

“I didn’t w-want you to be w-w-wasted all d-day.”

“Listen, Bill,” she takes a deep breath. “I really appreciate your concern. I do. But it’s my life, and if I want to get wasted this early, then no one should stop me.” 

He doesn’t answer. They both grab rags and start to clean up around their feet.

“Th-this kind of r-r-reminds me of a certain sit-situation involving t-tomato soup,” Bill risks saying.

It was a terrible idea.

“Are you kidding me? I thought we moved on from that!”

“Yeah, so w-w-we can j-joke about it now!”

She’s silent for a minute, a blend of wrath and sadness.

“Just,” Y/n says, “Just go back out with your girlfriend.”

“I-I-I h-hardly know- o-okay, what the hell is y-y-your problem? We’re n-not together an-anymore!!! You sh-sh-shouldn’t c-care about my l-l-love life.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” she stands up, vodka dripping from the rag to her toes. “I don’t care that I shouldn’t care. I do care! I’ve always cared!” 

Bill is speechless, and she honestly doesn’t blame him. Y/n assumes he doesn’t feel the same about her. After all, they haven’t dated since freshman year. Sighing, she puts the rag in the sink and walks back outside.

She’s opening up her book and lying on her stomach to get a tan when Y/n hears an obnoxious “Excuse me?”

She looks up to the girl, who could literally be a bikini model.She looks at Y/n like she’s a piece of dirt, and Y/n just wants to smack her. She could never hurt anyone, though.

“Um, do you know when Bill will be back with the drinks?”

“Not a clue.”

******

Bill absolutely could not stop thinking of Y/n all day. He never really can, ever, but his thoughts have been out of control all damn day. They range from wild fantasies to regrets from way back when to just simply: She still likes me, she still likes me, she still likes me!!!!

He wants more than anything to talk to her and confess he’s been in love with her since high school, maybe even before that. But some small voice in Bill’s head tells him that even if she does have feelings, she won’t want to act on them. After all, he’s been nothing but an asshole to her.

Then again, so has she.

It’s really ironic that they’re so abrasive towards each other. Y/n is so kind and friendly to everyone she meets; that’s why Bill fell for her. And everyone tells him that he’s nothing but a sweetheart. And he’s always treated his every girlfriend like a princess. 

But it’s Y/n he wants as a girlfriend, and it always has been. 

Y/n comes running down the stairs, using the bansiters to prop herself up and skip the last couple steps. She’s been strangely lighthearted after she made that confession to Bill. It had been a weight on shoulders for the longest time, after all. And now that it’s out of the bag, she feels as if she can finally move on.

Holy shit, she’s so cute, Bill says to himself. She has this youthful energy, but the looks of a gorgeous young woman. Not to mention her outfit- a pastel yellow halter top, short jean shorts, and a sky blue scrunchie- looks magnificent.

“Okay, I’m ready to go!” she grins widely. “Sorry for the holdup!”

“You’re good,” Richie replies. “We were just figuring out transportation, considering I can only take five of us in my car.”

“I don’t mind taking the trunk,” Y/n shrugs. “Anyone else?” 

“I will,” Beverly volunteers. 

“Okay, great, and five of you can squish in the backseat. Mike claimed shotgun earlier.”

Everyone else groans while he flashes a smile and gives them finger guns.

“So charming,” Bev laughs and grabs Y/n’s hand. They run out to the car and squish in the trunk.

“Bev, I have to tell you something,” Y/n whispers.

“What?”

“I’m still not over Bill.”

“Thank you, Y/n,” she responds sarcastically.

“How did you know that? I only told Eddie!”

“It was just a little obvious,” she laughs. “And the good news is that we all think he feels the same way!”

“I don’t think he does, Bev,” Y/n shakes her head.

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I told him today-”

“You what?”

“Shush!” she scolds as the boys get in the car. Luckily they’re all talking and can’t hear the girls if they whisper. “It just sort of... slipped out. But he didn’t even say anything. He just kind of… froze? It was so awkward.”

“You know he’s a little awkward around girls that he likes.”

“Is he, though?”

“Sure he is!”

“I don’t know, Bev. He stood there for a full thirty seconds without saying anything, and he just let me leave,” Y/n explains. “I think if he really liked me, he would have told me by now.”

Beverly gets quiet. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“Hey, it’s okay! The timing was never right, and that- that happens. And it’s better I know now so I’m not hung up on him for the rest of my life.”

The rest of the drive is mostly just Beverly telling Y/n that there’s someone out there for her, and to keep her eyes open at the restaurant. 

It’s a bright restaurant, very tropical and very flamboyant. A lush plant, obviously made of silicon, is the centerpiece of every table. 

Good, it can hide me from Bill and spare my embarrassment, Y/n thinks as she sits opposite him. Unfortunately, Ben asks the hostess to take it away so he can see everyone. Y/n is mortified. Being directly across from her, he can watch and judge the girl the entire dinner.

She tries her hardest the whole meal not to pay Bill any mind, but it gets difficult when he starts getting tipsy. And drunk Bill can be wild. Singing and dancing on the tables wild. Luckily he isn’t at that point yet.

She doesn’t even know how he was able to buy drinks here; he’s only nineteen. The waitress must have a crush on him or something. Maybe she and Richie’s neighbor could start a Bill fanclub.

Y/n has a feeling the waitress would ask for her ID, though, so she sticks to soda. And three Shirley Temples is never good on anyone’s bladder.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she announces. “Anyone else?”

Everyone shakes their heads. Everyone except…

“Me! M-m-me!” Bill waves his hand around like a hyper child.

“Great, I’m a babysitter now,” Y/n murmurs.

She starts walking to the bathroom, Bill hot on her heels. Surprisingly enough, when she finishes peeing, he’s actually waiting for her. 

“F-f-finally. G-g-girls take so long in the buh-buh-bathroom.”

She ignores him.

“Y/nnnnn,” he slurs. “I’ve been m-m-meaning to t-t-tell you, your a-a-ass looks fantastic in th-those shorts.”

“Because that’s not a rude thing to say at all,” she replies, feeling her face burn up.

“I’m n-n-not trying to be r-rudeeee,” Bill grabs her waist and pulls her in. Y/n can smell all the alcohol on his breath, and it’s disgusting. He kisses her full on the mouth.

She shoves him off, embarrassed by his behavior. “You’re drunk.”

“If b-b-being drunk makes me w-w-want to m-make out with you, I-I-I never want t-to be so-sober.”

That hits Y/n hard. Bill Denbrough wants her. But only when he’s drunk. 

He doesn’t love her in his right mind. This is all she has, and she can’t even fathom just taking advantage of him when he’s drunk. Using someone would hurt her in such an inexplicable way, and not to mention it would tear whatever small bond she had with Bill into shreds.

She plops back down in her seat, barely touching the rest of her food or speaking for the rest of the night.

When she gets to her shared room with Bev, Y/n takes a shower. She’s always loved showers because they’re a place where you can cry without risk of anyone hearing over the water running.

And that’s exactly what Y/n does. She lets the tears stream down her face, washed away by the showerhead’s water.

*******

Bill knows he got plastered last night, so it’s no surprise when he wakes up with a pounding headache. But he isn’t sure why Y/n is so quiet, especially around him. Usually she has a remark or at least a glare for him, but she seems almost meek today.

He pulls Beverly aside at one point, and asks if he did anything to her last night.

“I don’t know, Bill. You guys went to the bathroom at the same time, and when you came back, Y/n seemed really upset.”

“L-l-like angry, or s-sad?”

“Sad. But she didn’t tell me anything that happened. I’m sorry, Bill.”

“It’s o-o-okay. Th-Thanks, Bev.”

He spends the rest of the day trying to remember something- anything- from last night. Bathrooms. Bathrooms.

There are some vignettes. Y/n across from him, in that pretty top. Watching her ass as she walked to the bathrooms. 

Oh, shit. Bill made some sort of comments about those shorts. What happened after that? He kissed her, didn’t he? But why would that make her sad?

When evening rolls around, Bill still doesn’t remember anything new. He’s the only one in the living room, not even paying attention to the TV. His friends come bounding down the stairs, all wearing sneakers and athletic outfits.

“A-a-are you g-guys going somewhere?”

“Yeah, to the new rope climbing place,” Stan replies. 

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She has vertigo, and wanted to stay here. We thought you could stay here so she’s not alone all night.”

“You d-d-didn’t th-think about asking me f-first?”

“We drew names out of a hat,” Beverly steps in. “You just weren’t around when we did it.”

“Isn’t that a l-l-little ruh-rude to Y-Y/n? One of us is g-g-going to st-stay with her instead of h-having fun?”

“No, Bill, it was the opposite!” Richie tries to save the group, much to their chagrin. “We were voting on who didn’t get to stay home with Y/n. And you won! You get to!”

“Wh-what i-if I want to donate m-my win?”

“Doesn’t work like that. Wins are final.”

It’s all BS, and Bill knows it. There never was a hat draw, everyone knows that Bill and Y/n have a lot to work out, and they don’t want the two to go back from spring break with even more animosity for each other. 

Also, they know that the two have feelings that have been expressed so wrongly over the years. Maybe now it’s time to work them out.

“So we’re going to head out now; have fun with Y/n!” Eddie waves, and they run out excitedly.

 Bill sighs, not knowing what he’s going to do with Y/n all night. Maybe she’ll just be antisocial and hide in her room all night, but he personally hopes she won’t. He decides to hang out by the pool for a while, and changes into his swim trunks.

By the time he gets outside, though, Y/n is already there. She’s hugging her knees to her chest and watching the little waterfall intently.

“Hey,” Bill says, making her jump.

“Hey.”

“C-c-can I join you?”

She nods. 

“Why aren’t you with the others?”

“B-because I w-w-won their ‘contest,’”

“Contest?” she shakes her head, not understanding.

“To b-b-babysit you, ap-apparently.”

“Ah. Sounds legitimate.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that, so he just lets the sounds of the waterfall and the faint grasshoppers fill the silence. He’s sure Y/n doesn’t mind, though. When everyone else complained about the summer grasshoppers as kids, she would always dote on how they’re melodious and comforting.

Bill can’t hold himself back any longer.

“Y/n, what d-d-did I do l-last night?”

She turns to him. “You really don’t remember?”

“I re-remember making a com-comment, which I-I’m sorry about b-by the way, th-that was an a-asshole move. And I-I remember kissing y-you. But then what?”

Taking a deep breath, Y/n continues. “Well, then I pushed you off and told you that you were drunk.”

She pauses.

“And th-then?”

“Then you said, ‘If I want to make out with you when I’m drunk, then I don’t ever want to be sober.’”

That’s it? Bill thinks. He’s not stupid enough to voice his thoughts, luckily.

“Oh, Y-Y-Y/n, I w-w-was drunk. I d-didn’t know what I w-w-was saying.”

“Listen, Bill. I know you remember what I told you yesterday in the kitchen. And what you told me at the restaurant really hurt, okay?”

“Why? I-I wanted to k-k-kiss you,” he asks, genuinely confused.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes!” Y/n laughs incredulously. “You wanted to kiss me when you were drunk, not in your right mind!”

“I al-always want to k-k-kiss you in my right mind!”

“What?!” 

“I-I think I love you, Y/n.”

She’s frozen. Could he actually mean that? Has he been drinking again? Hearing that from Bill Denbrough has been her dream since… forever.

“I think I love you too, Bill.”

He jumps up from his lounge chair, and leans over Y/n. He tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and kisses her tenderly, gently. Her lips are just as soft as he remembers them to be all those years ago, softer than any other girl he’s kissed.

“Wow,” she beams as they pull apart. “I guess I knew this, but you’re a much better kisser than my ex.”

He laughs. “W-why, thank you. You’re n-n-not so bad y-yourself.”

“Thanks,” she giggles. “I just… I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like doing something crazy now, something outrageous.”

“L-like what?”

“Hm…” she thinks for a minute. “Do you want to go skinny dipping?”

“Okay, sure,” Bill chuckles. 

Grinning, she begins to peel off her one piece. She slips the straps off, and the rest slowly slides off her body. Her breasts are exposed first, then her stomach, then everything. Her skin is smooth and glorious.

Bill pulls off his swim trunks and throws them behind him. Y/n wants to tease him about his erection, but she’s way too shocked at his size.

They bask in the beauty of each other for a moment before they dive into the water, crisp and cool on their bare bodies. Y/n splashes Bill right in his face.

He pushes wet strands of hair from his ocean eyes. “H-how dare you?” 

“What are you going to do about it?” she taunts.

“This,” Bill says, throwing Y/n over his shoulder and taking her outside the water. She’s both screaming and laughing her head off at this point. He carries her all the way to the deep end and tosses her in. 

When she surfaces, Y/n makes sure to flip him off. 

“So r-r-rude.”

He cannonballs in, and they swim around, and eventually go under the waterfall. They end up making out and gasping for air.

“D-d-do you want to tuh-take this inside?” Bill whispers.

She nods, and they get out. As Y/n shivers, Bill gets them fluffy towels from a bin by the chairs.

Grabbing his hand, she pulls him through the sliding glass doors. They run around the house in nothing but towels, giggling and kissing and dripping pool water everywhere. The two finally make it to Bill’s room and go directly to the bed (after locking the door).

“Spruh-spread your legs,” Bill breathes in her ear, sending goosebumps up and down her body. 

She obeys and lets him kiss her knees, her thighs, and eventually her core. He pleases Y/n in a way her old boyfriend never did.

When she finishes, Bill holds her for a minute so she can catch her breath. Then, when he turns around to put on a condom, she moves against the wall.

“Oh, s-s-so you w-want wall sex n-now?” Bill raises his eyebrows.

“Maybe,” she shrugs. “If you’re comfortable with it.”

Instead of using words, Bill throws Y/n up against the wall and kisses her roughly. Their tongues clash, and she loves every second of it. Then he goes in. He starts slow at first, but begins to pick up the pace with her approval.

“D-damn, you’re so t-t-tight,” he whispers while she keeps muttering his name.

“Probably because I wasn’t with someone as big as you before.”

Hearing that makes him turn redder than his hair. “Really?”

“Really,” she sighs. “Can you go a little slower?”

He listens to her, and almost screams in pleasure when she starts to suck on his neck.

They both finish in a couple minutes, and are pretty burned out- Y/n especially because she’s never made such rough love before.

She lies in his arms, back on the bed, and traces the love mark forming on his neck.

“I think I love you,” Y/n says for the second time tonight. 

“I-I th-think I love you t-too.”

They can’t help smiling for the umpteenth time in the past hour. Their stars had never aligned until now, and it couldn’t be a more perfect exchange of love. The wait was unbearable, but incredibly worth it. 

Y/n and Bill make each other feel whole, like there was a sort of void within each other, unfilled until now. 

“Hey,” Y/n’s voice is soft and gentle. “I’m so sorry about these past years. You know I have trust issues, but I took them too far and didn’t treat you right. And I’m so sorry.”

“I’m s-sorry, too. I’ve been an ass-asshole to y-y-you, a-and it’s m-m-my fault we broke uh-up in the f-first place.”

“Don’t say that,” Y/n frowns. “It was Evil Autumn’s fault.”

They chuckle. 

Resting her head on Bill’s chest, Y/n asks the dreaded question. 

“So what’s going to become of us? After spring break.”

Bill thinks for a minute, stroking her hair, and admits, “I don’t w-w-want us to c-c-cut each other off again.”

“Neither do I.”

“I think our sc-sc-schools are like t-t-two hours ap-apart; that’s n-not terrible.”

“It’s not,” Y/n agrees. “Maybe we could take turns driving every weekend, and find a halfway point or something.”

“A-an ex-exact halfway point,” Bill adds.

“An exact halfway point.”

They can make it work, they’ve got to. Both Bill and Y/n are extremely optimistic about the future ahead, now that every feeling has been sorted out between them. And even in the unfavorable event where things don’t work out, there will always be Palm Springs. 

Bill presses a kiss to her forehead. There’s not a chance that they won’t make it. The timing is finally, after all these years, perfect. 

[rogerioreal]

REVIVEHER

Nearly every track that Larry Levan played at The Paradise Garage.

2 Puerto Ricans, A Blackman And A Dominican - Do It Properly 198752nd Street - Cool As Ice 1983 52nd Street - Tell Me (How It Feels) (12") 1986 80's Ladies - Turned On To You 1981 Adele Bertei - Build Me A Bridge 1983 Adiche - Get Ready (12") 1985 Adonis - No Way BackAdvance - Take Me To The Top 1983 Affinity - Don't Go Away 1983 Al Hudson - If You Feel Like Dancing 1977 Aleem - Confusion (12") 1985 Aleem - Love's On Fire (12") 1986 Aleem - Release Yourself 1984 Alexander Robotnick - Problemes D'Amour (12") 1985 Alfie - Star (12") 1985 Alfie Silas - A Puppet To You (LP or 12") 1982 Alfie Silas - Communicate (LP Cut) 1982 Alfredo De La Fe - Hot To Trot 1977 Alfredo De La Fe Alicia Myers - I Want To Thank You (LP) 1982 Alma Faye - Don't Fall In Love 1979 Alma Faye - It's Over (12" ext. mix) 1979 Alma Faye - Stop, I Don't Need No Sympathy 1977 AM-FM - You Are The One 1982 Amii Stewart - I'm Gonna Get Your Love 1982 Andrea True - NY, You Got Me Dancing 1977 Andrea True - What's Your Name, What's Your Number 1977 Ann Margret - Everybody Needs Somebody Sometimes (Larry played Instr. 1981 Anthony & The Camp - What I Like (12") 1986 Anthony White - Block Party (Inst.) 1977 Archie Bell - Anytime Is Right 1981 Aretha Franklin - Freeway Of Love (12") 1985 Aretha Franklin - Get It Right 1983 Aretha Franklin - Who's Zooming Who (12") 1985 Arpeggio - Love & Desire 1979 Ashford & Simpson - Ain't No Stopping Us NowAshford & Simpson - Bourgie Bourgie 1977Ashford & Simpson - Don't Cost You Nothin' 1978Ashford Simpson - Found A Cure &It Seems To Hang On! (Special Disco Remix) 1978Ashford & Simpson - Outta The World (12") 1985 Ashford & Simpson - Stay Free (LP) 1979 Atlantis - Keep On Movin' & Groovin' 1982 Atmosphere - Atmosphere Strut 1976 Sojka and Pike on Elite Atmosphere - Dancing In Outer Space 1981 Atmosphere - Disco Juice 1976 Atmosphere - Spaced Out 1976 Attitude - Love Me Tonight 1983 Aurra - Checking You Out 1982 Salsoul Aurra - Make Up Your Mind 1981 Ava Cherry - You Never Loved Me 1980 B.B. & Q Band - "On The Beat" 1981B Beat Girls - For The Same Man 1982 B.T. Taylor - You Can't Have Your Cake (& Eat It Too) 1982Babe Ruth - The Mexican 1973Baby'0 - In The Forest 1980 Bad Girls - Too Through 1981 Bananarama - Cruel Summer (12" Mix) 1984 Barbara Fowler - Come And Get My Lovin' 1984 Barbara Mason - Another Man 1984 Barbara Pennington - 24 Hours A Day (12" Vers.) 1977 Barbara Streisand - Promises (LP) 1981Barry White - Let The Music Play 1976Barry White - My Sweet Summer Suite 1976Basement Boys - Love Don't Live Here Anymore (12" or Comp. LP) 1987 BBCS&A - Rock Shock 1982 Bell & James - Livin' It Up 1978 Ben E. King - Music Trance 1980 Bert Reid - Groovin' With You (Levan 12" Mix) 1984 Betty Wright - One Step Up, Two Steps Back 1984 Beverly Johnson - Can't You Feel It (LP) 1979 Bill Brandon - We Fell In Love While Dancing 1978 Billie - Nobody's Bizness 1983 Fleetwood rds Billy Frazier - Billy Who? 1980 Billy Nichols - Give Your Body Up To The Music 1979 Levan mix on West End rds Billy Ocean - Love Zone (12") 1986 Billy Ocean - Nights (Feel Like Getting Down) (12" Remix) 1981 Billy Ocean - Stay The Night (12" Vers.) 1981Bionic Boogie - Cream Always Rises To The Top 1978Bionic Boogie - Risky Changes 1978 Black Ivory - Mainline (12") 1979 P Adams and L Burgess Black Light Orchestra - Touch Me, Take Me 1977 Black Mamba - Vicious (Levan 12" Mix) 1984 Garage rds Blackbyrds - Happy Music 1976 Donald Byrd Blackwell - Boogie Down & Mess Around 1978 Blancmanage - Feel Me 1982 Blaze - If You Should Need A Friend (12") 1987 Blondie - Rapture 1981Blue Magic- Look Me Up 1974Bo Kool - Love Money 1982 inspired 'Love Honey Love Heartache' On Tania records, UK track Bob-A-Rela - Spend The Night 1979 Bob-A-Rela - Stop 1979 Bobbettes - Love Rhythm 1981 Bobby Thurston - Check Out This Groove 1980 Bobby Thurston - You Got What It Takes 1980Bobby Womack ‎– I Can Understand It 1972Bohannon - Let's Start The Dance 1978 Boney M - Daddy Cool 1977 Bonnie Boyer - Got To Give In To Love 1979 Booker T - Don't Stop Your Love (12" Remix) 1981 Boris Badenough - Hey Rocky (12") 1986 Brainstorm - Hot For You 1979 Brainstorm - Lovin' Is Really My Game 1977 Brainstorm - We're On Our Way Home 1978 Brass Construction - Can You See The Light (12" or LP) 1982 Randy Muller Brass Construction - Changin' 1976 Brass Construction - Give & Take (12") 1985 Brass Construction - Walkin' The Line (12") 1983 Brass Construction - We Can Do It 1980 Brecker Brothers - Don't Stop The Music 1977 Brenda & Tabulations - Let's Go All The Way (Down) 1977 Brenda & Tabulations - Superstar 1977 Brenda Gooch - You And I Together 1980Brian Eno - David Byrne ‎– The Jezebel Spirit 1981Bruce Johnson - Pipeline 1979 Bruni Pagan - Fantasy 1979 Patrick Adams on .... Vanguard Bruni Pagan - Lovers (LP) 1979 Buffalo Smoke - Stubborn Kind Of Fellow 1978 Bumble Bee Unlimited - Love Bug (Original Red Greg 12") 1976 Greg Carmichael Bunny Sigler - By The Way You Dance 1978 CJ & Co - Devil's Gun 1977 C-Bank - One More Shot 1983 John Robie C-Brand - Wired For Games 1982 Cameron - All That's Good To Me 1981 Cameron - Boogie's Gonna Get Ya 1981 Cameron - Let's Get It Off 1980 Cameron - The Magic Of You 1980 Candi Staton - When You Wake Up Tomorrow 1979 Candido - Dancin' & Prancin' 1979 Salsoul Candido - Jingo 1979 Salsoul Candido - Thousand Fingerman 1979 Salsoul Capricorn - Capricorn 1980 Captain Rapp - Bad Times (I Can't Stand It) 1983 Captain Rapp - I Can't Stand It (12" - 2nd Press) 1986 Carl Bean - I Was Born This Way (12") 1987 Carl Bean - I Was Born This Way (Orig. Motown 12") 1978 Carly Simon - Why 1982 Atlantic WEA Carol Douglas - You're Not So Hot (12" or LP Vers.) 1983 Next Plateau Carol Hahn - Do Your Best 1982 Carol Williams - Can't Get Away From Your Love 1982 Carol Williams - No One Can Do It Like You 1981 Carol Williams - You've Reached The Bottom Line (12") 1983 Carolyn Harding - Gonna Get Your Love (12") 1985 Carolyn Harding - Memories (12") 1986 Carolyn Harding - Moving On (12") 1987 Carolyn Porter - I Said It And I Meant It (12") 1987 Carrie Lucas - I Gotta Keep Dancin (Original Vers.) 1977 Cat Stevens - Was Dog A Doughnut 1977 Celi Bee - Superman 1977 Central Line - Don't Tell Me 1981 Central Line - Walking Into Sunshine (12" Levan Remix) 1981 Cerrone - Cerrone's Paradise 1977 Cerrone - Je Suis Music 1978Cerrone ‎– Love In C Minor 1976Cerrone - Supernature (whole album) 1978 Cerrone - Take Me 1977 Cerrone feat. Jocelyn Brown - Cherry Tree 1980 Chaka Khan - I Know You, I Live You (LP) 1981 Chaka Khan - Tearin' It Up (12" Levan Remix) 1983 Change - Angel In My Pocket 1980Change - Paradise 1981 Change - The Very Best In You 1982 Change - This Is Your Time 1983 Chantel Curtis - Get Another Love 1979 Chantel Curtis - Hit Man (LP) 1979 Charlie Calello Orchestra - Sing Sing Sing 1979 Charo - Dance A Little Bit Closer 1977 Salsoul Chas Jankel - Glad To Know You 1982 Chemise - She Can't Love You 1981 Cher - Take Me Home 1979 Cheri - Small Town Lover 1983 Cheri - Star Struck 1982 Cheryl Lynn - In The Night 1981 Cheryl Lynn - Keep It Hot (12") 1979 Cheryl Lynn - Love Bomb 1979 Cheryl Lynn - Star Love 1977 Cheryl Lynn - You Saved My Day 1978 Cheyne - Call Me Mr. Telephone (12") 1985 Chi-Lites - My First Mistake 1977 Chic - Chic Cheer 1978 Chicago - Street Player (12" Mix) 1979 Columbia reds Chip E. - Like This (12") 1985 Chocolette - It's That East Street Beat (12") 1985 Choice 4 - Come Down To Earth 1977 Circle City Band - Magic 1983 Circuit - A Little Help From My Friends (12") 1985 Circuit - Release The Tension 1984 Cissy Houston - Think It Over 1978 Citispeak - I Don't Need Your Handouts 1984 Citispeak - Rock To Rock 1983 CJ & Co - We Got Our Own Thing 1977 Class Action - Weekend (12" Levan Remix) 1981 Sleeping Bag rds Claudja Barry - Down & Counting (12") 1986 Claudja Barry - Johnny Please Come Home 1978 Claudja Barry - Sweet Dynamite 1977 Clausell - Don't Let It Be Crack (12") 1986 Joe Clausell ??? Coffee - Purpose (LP) 1982 Colonel Abrams - How Soon We Forget (12" Remix) 1987 Colonel Abrams - I'm Not Gonna Let (12") 1986 Colonel Abrams - Music Is The Answer 1984 Colonel Abrams - Over & Over (12") 1986 Colonel Abrams - Speculation (12") 1985 Colonel Abrams - Trapped (12") 1985 Colors - Am I Gonna Be The One (12" Dub Vers.) 1983 Colors - Pay Me Back My Love (12") 1986 Columbus Circle - If You Read My Mind 1982 Conquest - Give It To Me 1981 Conversion - Let's Do It 1981 --> Leroy Burgess Conversion - Sweet Thing 1982 Cookie - You Can't Judge A Book By It's Cover 1982 Cory Daye - Pow Wow 1978 Crown Heights Affair - Dancin' 1977 Crown Heights Affair - Don't Wanna Change You 1980 Crown Heights Affair - I See The Light 1980 Crown Heights Affair - Say A Prayer For Two 1978 Cuba Gooding - Happiness Is Just Around The Bend 1983 Streetwise rds Cultural Vibe - Mind Games (12") (Not the same record as Quest) 1986 Easystreet reds Curtis Hairston - I Want You (All Tonight) 1983 Curtis Hairston - I Want You All Tonight (12") 1985 Curtis Hairston - We All Are One 1984 Curtis Mayfield - Tell Me (How Ya Liked To Be Loved) 1979 Curtis Mayfield - What Is My Woman For? 1979 D Train - Keep On 1982 Prelude D Train - Music 1983 Prelude D Train - Walk On By 1982 Prelude D Train - You're The One For Me 1981 Prelude D.C. LaRue - Cathedrals 1977 D.C. LaRue - Let Them Dance 1978 D.D. Sounds - Cafe 1978 Dan Hartman - I Can Dream About You (Levan 12" Remix) 1984 Dan Hartman - Love Strong 1979 Dan Hartman - Relight My Fire 1978 Dan Hartman - We Are The Young (Levan 12" Remix) 1984 David Bowie - Let's Dance (12") 1983 David Christie - Don't Stop Me, I Like It 1978 David Joseph - You Can't Hide From Your Love 1983David Williams - Come On Down, Boogie People 1977 Dazz Band - Let It All Blow (12" Mix) 1984 Debbie Jacobs - Don't You Want My Love 1979 Dee Dee Bridgewater - Bad For Me (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Dee Edwards - Put Your Love On The Line 1980 Delegation - Heartache No. 9 1980 Denise McCann - Tattoo Man 1976 Dennis Coffey - Wings Of Fire 1977 Denroy Morgan - Happy Feeling 1982 Becket rds Deodato - Are You For Real 1984 Deodato - Keep It In The Family (LP) 1982 Deodato - Keep On Movin' 1982 Deodato - Night Cruiser 1980Deodato - Super Strut 1973Deodato - Whistle Bump 1978Deodato 2001 ‎– Also Sprach Zarathustra 1986Desmond Child & Rouge - Our Love Is Insane (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Dexter Wansel - Disco Lights 1977 PIR Dexter Wansel - Life On Mars Dhar Braxton - Jump Back (12") 1986 Sleeping Bag rds Diamond Touch - Love Line (12") 1985 Diana Ross - The Boss 1979Diana Ross - Love Hangover 1976Diana Ross - "No One Gets The Prize" 1979Diana Ross - Once In The Morning (LP) 1979 Diana Ross - That's How You Start Over (LP) 1983 Diana Ross - Work That Body (12" Version) 1982 Dianne Marie - I've Waited Much Too Long 1982 Dinosaur[/color] - Kiss Me Again 1978 Sire rds Dinosaur L - Corn Belt (Levan Mix; Comp. LP) 1986 Sleeping Bag rds Dinosaur L - Go Bang 1983 Sleeping Bag rds Direct Current - Everybody Here Must Party 1979 Don Ray - Got To Have Loving 1978 Don Ray - Standing In The Rain 1978 Donald Byrd - Love Has Come Around 1981 Donald Fagen - New Frontier 1982Donna McGhee - It Ain't No Big Thing 1979Donna Summer - Autumn Changes 1976Donna Summer - Bad Girls 1979Donna Summer - Hot Stuff 1979Donna Summer - I Feel Love 1977Donna Summer - Last Dance 1978Donna Summer - Love to Love You Baby 1975Donna Summer - MacArthur Park 1979Donna Summer - Spring Affair 1976Donna Summer - Summer Fever 1976Donna Washington - 'Scuse Me, While I Fall In Love 1981 SalsoulDonny Hathaway ‎– The Ghetto 1969Double Exposure - Every Man Has Got To Carry His Own Weight 1976 Salsoul Double Exposure - I Declare War 1978 Salsoul Double Exposure - I Got The Hots For You (12" Mix) 1979 Salsoul Double Exposure - My Love Is Free 1977 Salsoul Double Exposure - Ten Percent 1976 Salsoul Dynamic Superiors - Nowhere To Run 1977 Earons - Land Of Hunger 1984Earth, Wind & Fire - Africano 1975Earth Wind & Fire - I Think About Lovin' You 1971Earth, Wind & Fire - Moment of Truth 1971Earth, Wind & Fire - Power 1972Earth, Wind & Fire - Side By Side (LP) 1983 Eastbound Expressway - Never Let Go 1979 Ecstacy, Passion & Pain - If You Want Me 1981 Roy B rds Ecstacy, Passion & Pain - Touch And Go 1976 Eddie Drennon - Would You Dance To My Music 1977 Eddie Kendricks - Ain't No Smoke Without Fire 1978 Eddie Kendricks - Girl You Need A Change Of Mind 1973Eddie Kendricks - Goin' Up In Smoke 1976 Motown rds Eddy Grant - Living On The Frontline 1978 Eddy Grant - Nobody's Got Time 1980 Eddy Grant - Time Warp 1977Eddy Grant - Walking On Sunshine (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Ice rds Eddy Rosemond - Funk It 1979 Edgar Winter Group - Above & Beyond 1979 Ednah Holt - Serious, Serious Space Party (Levan 12" Mix) 1981 West End rds Edwin Birdsong - Rapper Dapper Snapper 1980 Salsoul rds El Coco - Cocomotion 1977 El Coco - Dancing In Paradise 1978 El Coco - Let's Get It Together 1976 Eleanor Mills - Mr. Right (12") 1987 Electric Mind - Zwei 1983 Eloise Whitaker - Don't Turn Your Back On Me 1981 Empire - Freakman 1981 Empress - Dyin' To Be Dancin' 1981 Prelude rds Empress - Take A Risk 1982 Prelude rds Erasure - Sometimes (12" Remix) 1987 Erotic Drum Band - Plug Me To Death 1978 ESG - Moody 1981 99 rds Esther Williams - I'll Be Your Pleasure (Levan Remix 12" or LP) 1981 Esther Williams - You Gotta Let Me Show You 1976 Evelyn King - Your Personal Touch (12"/LP) 1985 Evelyn Thomas - Heartless (12") 1985 Exodus - Together Forever 1979 Expose - Let Me Be The One (12" Remix) 1987 Extras - Haven't Been Funked Enough 1979 Faith, Hope & Charity - You're My Piece Of Mind (Ext. 12" 1976 Fancy - Come Inside (12" Mix) 1984 Fantastic 4 - Got To Have Your Love 1977 Fantastic Aleems - Hooked On Your Love 1980 Fantasy - You're Too Late 1981 Farley Funk - Love Can't Turn Around (12" Dub Mix) 1986 Farm Boy - Move (12") 1986 Fat Larry's Band - Act Like You Know 1982 --> see Whatnauts Fat Larry's Band - Lookin' For Love 1979 Fatback Band - I Found Lovin' 1983 Fatback Band - Is This The Future (12" Vers.) 1983 Fatback Band - Spanish Hustle 1976 Fatback Band - Take It Anyway You Want It 1981 Fatback Band - The Girl Is Fine 1983 Feel - I'd Like To 1982 Feel - Let's Rock Over & Over Again 1982 Sutra rds Fern Kinney - Groove Me 1979 Final Edition - Betcha Can't Love Just Once 1980 Fingers, Inc. - Can You Feel It (Comp. LP) 1987 Fingers, Inc. - Mystery Of Love (12") 1987 Fingers, Inc. - Never No More Lonely (LP) 1987 First Choice - Breakaway 1980 Salsoul rds First Choice - Doctor Love 1977 Goldmind rds First Choice - Double Cross (Levan Remix) 1979 Salsoul rds First Choice - Let No Man Put Asunder (Remix) 1982 Salsoul rds First Choice - Love Thang 1978 Goldmind rds First Love - Don't Say Goodnight 1980 Five Special - Why Leave Us Alone 1979 Flakes - Sugar Frosted Lover 1980 Fleetwood Mac - Little Lies (12" Remix) 1987 Flower - Classical Love 1979 Fonda Rae - Heobah 1983 Posse rds Fonda Rae - Over Like A Fat Rat 1982 Vanguard rds Foxy - Tena's Song 1978 France Joli - Gonna Get Over You 1982 Prelude rds France Joli - The Heart To Break The Heart 1980 PreludeFrankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 1984Frankie Goes To Hollywood - The Ballad of 32 1984Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Two Tribes 1984Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Welcome to the pleasuredome (The Whole 13:40 version) 1984 Fred Fowler - Girl You Need A Change Of Mind (12") (Kendricks Remake) 1986 Freda Payne - I'll Do Anything For You (12" Vers.) 1978 Freda Payne - Love Magnet 1977 Free Life - There's Something Better 1979 Freeez - I.O.U. 1983 Fresh Band - Come Back Lover 1984 Frida - I Know There's Something Goin' On 1982 Frisky - You Got Me Dancing In My Sleep 1979 Aretha Franklin - Jump To It 1983 Front Page Orchestra - Love Insurance 1979 Frontline Orchestra - Don't Turn Your Back On Me 1981 Full Circle - Workin' Up A Sweat (12") 1986 Full House - Communicate (12") 1986 Funk Deluxe - This Time 1984 Funk Fusion Band - Can You Feel It 1982 Funkapolitan - As Time Goes By 1982 Gary Criss - Rio De Janiero 1978 Salsoul rds Gary's Gang - Let's Love Dance Tonight 1979 Gayle Adams - Love Fever (12") 1981 Gayle Adams - Stretchin' Out 1980 Gayle Adams - You Brought It On Yourself 1980 Gayle Adams - Your Love Is A Life Saver 1980 Gaz - Sing Sing 1978 Salsoul rds Gene Chandler - Get Down 1978 Gene Dunlap - Take My Love 1981 General Johnson - Can't Nobody Love Me Like You Do 1978George Benson - This Masquerade 197 George Duke - I Want You For Myself 1979 George Kranz - Din Daa Daa (Original 12" Mix) 1984 George McCrae - Love In Motion 1977 Geraldine Hunt - Can't Fake The Feeling 1980 Gibson Brothers - Cuba 1979 Gibson Brothers - Oh What A Life 1980 Gino Soccio - Hold Tight 1981 Gino Soccio - I Wanna Take You There Now 1980 Gino Soccio - It's Alright 1982 Gino Soccio - Try It Out 1981 Gino Soccio - You Move Me (LP) 1982 Gino Soccio - Dancer 1979 Giorgio - I Wanna Rock You 1979 Giorgio Moroder - Evolution 1978Giorgio Moroder - Knights in White Satin (Full Album Version) 1976Girls Can't Help It - Baby Doll 1982 Gladys Knight & The Pips - Save The Overtime For Me (12" Vers.) 1983 Gladys Knight - It's A Better Than Good Time 1978 Gladys Knight - Love Is Always On Your Mind 1977 Glass - Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat 1982 West End rds Gloria Gaynor - Let's Make A Deal 1976 Gloria Gaynor - Let's Mend What's Been Broken (LP or 12") 1981 Goldie Alexander - Show You My Love 1982 Goody Goody - It Looks Like Love 1978 Atlantic --> Montana Goody Goody - Let Me Work On You 1982 Black Sun rds Grace Jones - Do Or Die 1978 Grace Jones - Don't Mess With The Messer 1979 Grace Jones - Feel Up (Levan Remix) 1982 Island rds Grace Jones - I'm Not Perfect (But I'm Perfect For You) (12") 1986 Grace Jones - La Vie En Rose 1977 Grace Jones - My Jamaican Guy 1978 Grace Jones - Nipple To The Bottle 1982 Grace Jones - On Your Knees 1979 Grace Jones - Pull Up To The Bumper (Disconet mix)1981 Grace Jones - Slave To The Rhythm/The Fashion Show/Ladies & Gentlemen (all 1985 1985 Grace Jones - Sorry 1976 Grace Jones - Warm Leatherette 1980 Greg Phillinganes - Behind The Mask (12") 1985 Gregg Diamond - Danger 1979 Gregg Diamond - Star Cruising 1978 Grey & Hanks - Dancin' 1979Grover Washington Jr. - Mister Magic 1975Gunchback Boogie Band - Funn 1982 Gwen Guthrie - Hopscotch (LP Version) 1983 Island rds Gwen Guthrie - It Should Have Been You 1982 Gwen Guthrie - Outside In The Rain (Levan 12" Remix) 1986 Gwen Guthrie - Padlock (Levan Remix - EP) 1985 Gwen Guthrie - Peanut Butter (LP Version; Levan remix released in 1985) 1983 Gwen Guthrie - Seventh Heaven (LP Version) 1983 Gwen Guthrie - Seventh Heaven/Getting Hot/Peanut Butter (Levan Remix - EP) 1985 Gwen Guthrie - They Long To Be Close To You (Levan 12" Remix) 1987 Polydor rds Gwen Guthrie - Ticket To Ride (Levan 12" Remix) 1987 4th and Broadway rds Gwen McCrae - Funky Sensation 1981 Gwen McCrae - Poyson 1981 Hanson & Davis - I'll Take You On (12" Levan Mix) 1986 Fresh rds Hanson & Davis - Tonight (Love Will Make It Right) (12" Dub Mix) 1985 Harlequin Fours - Set It Off (12" - female version) 1985 Harold Faltermeyer - Axel F (12") 1985 Harvey Mason - Groovin' You 1979 Arista rds Heaven & Earth - I Really Love You 1981 Heaven 17 - Let Me Go 1983 Herbie Hancock - Tell Everybody 1979 Hercules - Seven Ways To Jack (12"/Comp. LP) 1986 Hi-Gloss - You'll Never Know 1981 Hindsight - Stand Up (12" Remix) 1987 Hot Cuisine - Who's Been Kissing You 1981 House People - Godfather Of House (12") 1986 Hugh Masekela - Don't Go Lose It, Baby 1984 Jive Africa I Level - Give Me 1981 I Level - Minefield 1981 Ian Dury - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick 1978 Ian Dury - Reasons To Be Cheerful 1978 Ian Dury - Spasticus (Autisticus) 1981 Idris Muhammed - Could Heaven Ever Be Like This 1977Idris Muhammad ‎– One with a Star 1978 Imagination - Burnin' Up 1983 Imagination - Changes 1983 Imagination - Instinctual (12" Remix) 1987 Imagination - Just An Illusin 1983 Imagination - Looking At Midnight (12") 1983 Imagination - State Of Love 1983 In-Sync - Sometimes Love Lets You Down (12") 1987 Indeep - Last Night A DJ Saved My Life 1983 Inner City Jam Band - What I Did For Love 1977 Inner Life - Ain't No Mountain High Enough (Garage Mix) 1981 Salsoul rds Inner Life - I'm Caught Up 1979 Prelude rds Inner Life - Let's Change It Up (12") 1985 Inner Life - Make It Last Forever (Levan Remix) 1981 Salsoul rds Inner Life - Moment Of My Life 1982 Salsoul rds Instant Funk - Body Shine (Levan Remix) 1979 Salsoul rds Instant Funk - I Got My Mind Made Up (Levan Remix) 1979 Salsoul rds Instant Funk - Just Because You'll Be Mine 1983 Salsoul rds Instant Funk - Slap, Slap, Lickedy Lap (Levan Mix) 1979 Salsoul rds Instant Funk - Why Don't You Think About Me 1979 Salsoul rds Intrigue - Fly Girl (12") 1985 Invisible Man's Band - All Night Thing 1980 Island rds Isaac Hayes - I Ain't Never 1980 Isaac Hayes - Moonlight Lovin' 1978 Isley Brothers - Harvest For The World 1976 Isley Brothers - Inside You (12" or LP) 1981J Geils Band- Give to me 1973J.M. Silk - I Can't Turn Around (12") 1987 J.M. Silk - Let The Music Take Control (12") 1987 J.M. Silk - Music Is The Key (12") 1985 J.R. Funk & Love Machine - Feel Good, Party Time 1980 Jackie Moore - How's Your Love Life Baby (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Jacksons - The Hurt (LP Cut) 1984 Jago - Are You Going To Go 1983 Jaki Graham - Set Me Free (12" Remix) 1987 Jakki - Sun Sun Sun 1976 Jamaica Boys - Spend Some Time (12" Remix) 1987 Jamaica Girls - Need Somebody New (12" Levan Remix) 1981 Sleeping Bag rds Jamaica Girls - On The Move (12") 1986 Jamaica Girls - Rock The Beat 1982James Brown - Give It Up Or Turn It Loose 1970James Brown - It's Too Funky In Here (12") 1979 James Brown - Living In America (12") 1985James Brown - The Payback 1973James Wells - My Claim To Fame 1979 James Wells - True Love Is My Destiny 1978 Jammers - And You Know That 1982 Jammers - Be Mine Tonight 1983 Salsoul rds Jan Leslie Holmes - I'm Your Superman (12" Disco Mix Version) 1984 Janet Jackson - What Have You Done For Me Lately (12") 1986 A&M rds Janice Christie - Heat Stroke (Levan 12" Mix) 1986 Supertronics rds Janice Christie - My Love Is Money 1984 Janice Christie - One Love (12") 1985 Janice Christie - Taking Me For Granted (12") 1987 Janice McClain - Smack Dab In The Middle (Levan Remix) 1980 Jean Carn - Time Waits For No One 1976 Jean Carn - Was That All It Was (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Jeanette "Lady" Day - Come Let Me Love You 1981 Jeanette Thomas - Shake Your Body (12"/Comp. LP) 1987 Jeff Lorber - Step By Step (12") 1985 Jeffrey Osborne - New Love 1982 Jeffrey Osborne - Plane Love (Levan 12" Remix) 1984 A&M rds Jeffrey Osborne - The Borderlines (Levan 12" Remix) 1984 A&M rds Jennifer Holliday - Hard Times For Lovers (Ext. 12") 1985 Jennifer Holliday - No Frills Love (Ext. 12") 1985 Jenny Burton - Bad Habits (12"/LP) 1985 Jenny Burton - Remember What You Like 1983Jesse Green ‎– Nice And Slow 1976Jimmy Bo Horne - Is It In 1980 Jimmy Bo Horne - Spank 1979 Jimmy BoHorne - Let's Do It (12") 1985 Jimmy Cliff - Peace Officer (Dub 12" Version) 1982 Jimmy Ross - First True Love Affair (Levan 12" Mix) 1981 Quality/RFC rds Jimmy Ruffin - Falling In Love With You 1977 Jimmy Sabater - To Be With You 1976 Jimmy Williams - All Of My Lovin' 1983 Joan Armatrading - Kind Words (And A Real Good Heart) (12") 1986 Jocelyn Brown - Love's Gonna Get Ya (12") 1985Jocelyn Brown "Somebody Elses Guy" 1984Joe Church - Don't You Wanna Be Mine (12") 1987 Joe Simon - Love Vibration 1978 Joe Tex - Ain't Gonna Bump No More 1977 Joe Thomas - Plato's Retreat 1978 John Davis - Night And Day 1976 John Rocca - I Want It To Be Real 1984 Johnny Dynell - Rhythm Of Love (12") 1985 Johnny Harris - Odyssey 1980Johnny Mathis - Gone, Gone, Gone 1979Jomanda - I'll Give It To You (12") 1987 Jones Girls - You Gonna Make Me Love Somebody Else (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Joy - I Need Your Love 1983 Joyce Kennedy - Hold On For Love's Sake (12") 1985 Judy Cheeks - Mellow Lovin' 1978 Salsoul rds Juggy Jones - Inside America 1976 Jupiter rds Jungle Wonz - The Jungle (Comp. LP) 1986 Jungle Wonz - Time Marches On (12"/Comp LP) 1987 Junior - Mama Used To Say 1982 Mercury UK rds Junior - Not Tonight/Look What You've Done To Me (LP) 1985 Junior - Tell Me 1983 Mercury UK rds Kano - Can't Hold Back Your Loving 1981 Emergency rds Kano - I'm Ready 1980 Emergency rds Karen Silver - Nobody Else 1981 Karen Silver - Set Me Free 1981 Karen Young - Detour 1982 Karen Young - Hot Shot 1978 West End rds Karyn White - Facts Of Love (12" Levan Remix) 1986 Kashif - Help Yourself To My Love 1983 Kashif - I Just Gotta Have You 1983 Kate Bush - Running Up That Hill (12") 1985 Kebekelektrik - War Dance 1978 Salsoul rds Keith Barrow - Turn Me Up (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Kellee Patterson - Turn On The Lights 1977 Keni Burke - You're The Best 1981 Key Of Dreams - Africa 1983 Kid Creole - Going Places 1981Kid Creole And The Coconuts - I'm A Wonderful Thing Baby 1982Kid People - Life's A Party (12") 1985 King Errison - Manhattan Love Song 1977 Kinky Foxx - So Different 1980 Kleeer - Get Tough 1981 Kleeer - Keep Your Body Workin' 1978 Klein & MBO - Dirty Talk 1982 Klein & MBO - Wonderful 1982 Klinte Jones - In The Heat Of The Night 1984Kokomo ‎– I Can Understand It 1975Kokomo - Use Your Imagination 1976 Komiko - Feel Alright 1982 Konk - Konk Party (12") 1986 Konk - Your Life (12") 1986 Kool & The Gang - Fresh (12" Remix) 1985 Kool & The Gang - Misled (12" Remix) 1984 Kool & The Gang - Open Sesame (9 min. version) 1976Kool & The Gang - Summer Madness 1974Koto - Japanese War Games 1983 Kraftwerk - Music Non-Stop (12") 1986Kraftwerk - Numbers 1981Kraftwerk - The Robots 1978 Kraftwerk - Trans Europe Express 1978 Kreamsicle - No News Is News 1984 Kurtis Blow - The Breaks 1980 Mercury US L'Amour - Let's Make Love Tonight 1984 Lace - Can't Play Around (Levan 12" Mix) 1982 Atlantic rds Laid Back - The White Horse 1984 Lamont Dozier - Going Back To My Roots 1977 Larry Graham - Sooner Or Later 1982 Larry Page - Slinky Thighs 1977 Larry played) 1982 Laurice Hudson - Feel My Love 1982 LAX - All My Love 1980 Legacy - Don't Waste The Night (12") 1985 Lemelle - You Got Something Special 1982 Lemon - A-Freak-A 1978 Lenny Williams - Choosing You 1977 Lenny Williams - Please Don't Tempt Me 1977 Lenny Williams - You Got Me Running 1978 Leon Huff - I Ain't Jivin', I'm Jammin' 1981 Leon Love - Once Is Not Enough 1984 Les Lee - I'm The One You Want (12") 1985 Level 3 - Central Line 1982 Level 42 - Something About You (12") 1985 Level 42 - Starchild (12") 1985 Level 42 - World Machine (12") 1985 Lime - Agent 406 1981 Linda Clifford - Gypsy Lady (Ext. 12" Vers.) 1978 Linda Clifford - Runaway Love (Ext. 12" Version) 1978 Linda Evans - Don't You Need 1979 Linda Hopkins - It's In Your Blood 1977 Linda Taylor - You And Me Just Started 1982 Lipps, Inc. - All Night Dancing 1980 Liquid Liquid - Cavern 1984 99 rds Lisa Lisa - I Wonder If I Take You Home (12"/LP) 1985 Living In A Box - Living In A Box (12") 1987 Liz Torres - Can't Get Enough (12") 1987 Liz Torres - Mama's Boy (12") 1987 LNR - Work It To The Bone (12") 1987 Logg - I Know You Will (Levan 12" Remix) 1981 Salsoul rds Logg - You've Got That Something 1981 Salsoul rds Loleatta Holloway - Catch Me On The Rebound 1978 Loleatta Holloway - Crash Goes Love 1984 Loleatta Holloway - Dreamin' 1976 Gold Mind rds Loleatta Holloway - Greatest Performance Of My Life (Levan Remix) 1979 Gold Mind rds Loleatta Holloway - Hit & Run (12" Remix Vers.) 1977 Loleatta Holloway - I May Not Be There When You Want Me 1978 Loleatta Holloway - Love Sensation 1980 Salsoul rds Loleatta Holloway - So Sweet (12") 1986 Loose Change - Straight From The Heart (12" Mix) 1979 Loose Ends - Choose Me (12") 1985 Loose Joints - Is It All Over My Face (Levan Remix) 1978Loose Joints- Is It All Over My Face (Original Male Version) 1978Loose Joints - Tell You (Today) 1983 Lorraine Johnson - Feed The Flame 1978 Lorraine Johnson - The More I Get (Remake of Teddy - Larry played both) 1977 Love Club - Hot Summer Nights 1983 Love Committee - Law And Order 1978 Love Unlimited Orchestra - King Kong Theme 1977 Lucy Hawkins - Gotta Get Out Of Here 1978 M - Pop Muzik 1979 Machine - Is It Love 1980 Machine - Marisa 1979 RCA rds Machine - 'There But For The Grace Of God Go I' 1979 RCA rds Macho - I'm A Man 1978 Prelude rds Made In The USA - Melodies 1977 Madhouse - Six (LP) 1987 Madleen Kane - Forbidden Love 1979 Madleen Kane - Rough Diamond 1978 Madleen Kane - You Can 1981 Madonna - Everybody 1982 Madonna - In The Groove 1984 Madonna - Open Your Heart (LP/12") 1986 Magazine 60 - Don Quichotte 1984 Mahogany - Ride On The Rhythm 1982 Mai Tai - History (12") 1985 Mai Tai - Hold Me (LP) 1986Malcom McClaren - Buffalo Girls 1982Malcolm McClaren - Madam Butterfly 1984 Man Friday - Jump (12" Levan Mix) 1986 Man Friday - Love Honey, Love Heartache (12" Levan Mix) 1986 Bo Kool Man Parrish - Hip Hop, Be Bop (Don't Stop) 1982Manu Dibango - New Bell 1972Manu Dibango - Nights In Zeralda 1972Manu Dibango - Soul Makossa 1972Mandrill - Get It All 1973Mandrill Fench Walk- Fencewalk / Hagalo 1973Mandrill - Hang Loose 1973Marc Sadane - Exciting 1982 Marc Sadane - Sit Up 1981 Marcia Griffith - Electric Boogie 1983 Margie Joseph - Knockout 1982 Marianne Faithful - Why Did You Do It 1979 Marjie Joseph - Prophecy 1976 Mark IV - Rainy Days (12") 1985 Marsha Hunt - The Other Side Of Midnight (12" Vers.) 1977 Marshall Jefferson - Move Your Body (House Music Anthem) (12") 1987 Martin Circus - Disco Circus 1978 Martin Circus - I've Got A Treat 1978Mary Jane Girls - "All Night Long" 1983Mary Jane Girls - In My House (12") 1985 Mary Wells - Gigolo 1982 Mary Wells - These Arms 1981 Mass Production - Sun Dancer 1983 Mass Production - Welcome To Our World 1977 Master C&J - In The City (12") 1987 Matrix - Stay, I Need Your Love 1982 Matthew Wilder - Break My Stride (12") 1983 Maze - Twilight (12") 1985McFadden & Whitehead ‎– Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now 1979Melba Moore - It's Been So Long (12" Remix) 1987 Melba Moore - It's Been So Long (12") 1986 Melba Moore - Standing Right Here (Ext. Remix LP) 1979 Melba Moore - You Stepped Into My Life 1978 Merc & Monk - I Get Carried Away (Levan 12" Remix) 1985 Metropolis - New York Is My Kind Of Twon 1978 Metropolis - The Greatest Show On Earth 1978 MFSB - Love Is The Message (14 min. Remix Vers.) 1981 PIR rds MFSB - Mysteries Of The World 1980 MFSB - We Got The Time 1976 Michael - Jackson - 1987Michael Mauro - Susie Q 1980 Michael Wycoff - Still Got The Magic (Sweet Delight) 1982 Michael Wycoff - Tell Me Love 1983 Michael Zager Band - Love Express 1978 Michele - Can't You Feel It 1977Michele - Disco Dance 1977 Michelle Freeman - Where'd You Get What You Got 1979 Michelle Goulet - Stop & Think (12") 1986 Michelle Wallace - It's Right 1982 Michelle Wallace - Jazzy Rhythm 1982 Mick Jagger - Lucky In Love (12" Dub Remix) 1985 Midnight Rhythm - Workin' & Slavin' 1978 Midnight Star - Curious 1983 Midway - Set It Out 1984 Mighty Clouds Of Joy - Mighty High 1976 Mighty Pope - Sweet Blindness 1979 Miguel Brown - Symphony Of Love 1978 Mike Anthony - Why Can't We Live Together 1982 Mike Theodore - Cosmic Wind 1977 Mike Theodore Orchestra - The Bull 1978 Mikki - Dance Lover 1981 Mikki - Itching For Love 1981 Millie Scott - Every Little Bit Of You (12" Remix) 1987 Millie Scott - Prisoner Of Love (12") 1986 Ministry - Work For Love 1982 Minnie Riperton - Adventures In Paradise 1976 Minnie Riperton - Stick Together (Ext. Mix) 1977Modern Romance ‎– Can You Move 1981Modern Romance - Salsa Rapsody (Import 12") 1981 Moment Of Truth - Chained To Your Love 1977 Mona Lisa Young - Rock Me Down (12") 1985 Mona Rae - Do Me 1981 Montana - Who Needs Enemies (With A Friend Like You) 1983 Montana Sextet - Heavy Vibes 1982Montreal Sound - Music (Very Special Disco Mix By PAJ) 1977Monyaka - Go Deh Yaka (Go To The Top) 1983 Morris Day - Color Of Success/The Character/The Oak Tree (All LP) 1985Mtume ‎– Green Light 1983Mtume - So You Wanna Be A Star 1980Munich Machine ‎– Get On The Funk Train (Part I+II) 1977 Munich Machine - Party Light 1979Murray Head - One Night In Bangkok (12") 1985 Musique - Push Push in the Bush --> Patrick Adams Musique - Keep on Jumpin' --> Patrick Adams N.V. - It's Alright 1983 N.V. - Let Me Do You 1984 Nancy Martin - Can't Believe 1982 Narada Michael Walden - The Nature Of Things (Levan 12" Remix) 1985 Native - Love Ain't No Holiday 1984 Nature Zone - Porcupine 1976 New Birth - Deeper 1977New Birth ‎– Until It's Time For You To Go 1973New Order - Blue Monday 1983New York Community Choir - Express Yourself 1977 Nick Straker Band - A Little Bit Of Jazz 1981 Nick Straker Band - The Beat Inside (LP) 1981 Nile Rodgers - Land Of The Good Groove 1983 Nile Rodgers - State Your Mind/Stay Out Of The Light (Levan 12" Remix) 1985Nina Hagen - African Reggae 1982NJ Connection - Love Don't Come Easy 1981 Nona Hendryx - Keep It Confidential 1983 Nona Hendryx - Transformation 1983 Nona Hendryx - Why Should I Cry (12" Remix) 1987 Norman Connors - Once I've Been There 1977 North End - Happy Days 1981 North End - Kind Of Love (Kind Of Life) 1979 Nu Shooz - I Can't Wait (12") 1985 Nu Shooz - I Can't Wait (12") 1986 Nuance - Love Ride (12" Mix) 1984 O'Jays - Extraordinary Girl (LP) 1984 O'Jays - Put Our Heads Together 1983 Odyssey - Easy Come, Easy Go 1977 Odyssey - Inside Out 1982 Odyssey - Use It Up And Wear It Out 1980 One Way - Do Your Thang 1981 One Way - Music 1980 One Way - Shine On Me 1983 Originals - Down To Love Town 1976 Originals - Hurry Up And Wait 1976 Pam Todd - Let's Get Together 1979 Pamela Stanley - Coming Out Of Hiding 1984 Paradise Girls - Holding Back (12" Dub Mix II) 1986 Passion - Don't Bring Back Memories 1980 Pat Benatar - Love Is A Battlefield 1983 Patrick Juvet - I Love America 1978 Patti Austin - Betcha Wouldn't Hurt Me 1981 Patti Austin - Honey For The Bees (Levan 12" Remix) 1985 Patti Brooks - After Dark 1978 Patti Labelle - I'll Never, Never Give Up 1983 Patti Labelle - Music Is My Way Of Life 1979 Patti Labelle - Something Special (12") 1986 Patti Labelle - The Spirit's In It 1981 Paul Hardcastle - 19 (12") 1985 Paul Hardcastle - Don't Waste My Time (12") 1986 Paul Jabara - Pleasure Island 1978 Paul Simpson - Treat Her Sweeter (12") 1985 Paul Simpson Connection - Use Me, Lose Me 1982 Peech Boys - Come On, Come On (Levan 12" Mix) 1984 Peech Boys - Don't Make Me Wait 1982 Peech Boys - Life Is Something Special (Levan Remix) 1983 Peech Boys - On A Journey (Levan Remix) 1983 Peech Boys - Warm Summer's Night (LP) 1983 Pennye Ford - Change Your Wicked Ways (12" Remix) 1984 People's Choice - If I Knew Then What I Know Now 1980 People's Choice - You Ought To Be Dancin' 1980 Pete Shelley - Witness The Change 1981 Peter Brown - Disco Love Breakdown (Flip of "Do You Wanna Get Funky With Me") 1977 Peter Godwin - Emotional Disguise 1982 Peter Jacques Band - Fire Night Dance 1979 Philip Bailey - I Know 1983 Phreek - May My Love Be With You 1978 Phreek - Weekend 1978 Phyllis Nelson - I Like You (12") 1985 Phyllis St. James - Ain't No Turnin' Back (LP Cut) 1984 Pieces Of A Dream - Warm Weather 1981 Pilot - You Are The One 1984 Planet Patrol - Play At Your Own Risk 1982 Players Association - I Like It 1977 Players Association - Love Hangover (Inst. Remake of D. Ross' version) 1977 Pleasure- Take a chance 1980Pleasure Pump - Fantasize Me (12") 1987 Pockets - Come Go With Me 1977 Pointer Sisters - Automatic (12" Remix) 1984 Pointer Sisters - Dare Me (12") 1985 Pointer Sisters - Happiness (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Pointer Sisters - We've Got The Power 1980 Positive Force - We Got The Funk 1979 Positive People - This Feelin' 1981 Poussez - Boogie With Me 1979 Powerline - Journey 1981 Precious Wilson - I'll Be Your Friend (12") 1986 Pretty Poison - Catch Me (I'm Falling) (12") 1987 Prince - Controversy 1981 Prince - Just As Long As We're Together 1978 Prince - Sign Of The Times (12"/LP) 1987 Prince - When Doves Cry 1984Princess & Starbreeze - The Drought (12"/LP) 1987 Princess - Say I'm Your Number One (12") 1985 Private Possesion - Are You Wid It (12") 1986 Private Possession - This Time (12") 1986 Professor Funk - Visions (12") 1987 Project - Love Rescue 1979 Projection - Love Struck (12") 1987 Pure Energy - Breakaway 1981 Pure Energy - One Hot Night 1984 Pure Energy - Party On 1980 Pushe - Don't Take Your Love Away 1984 Q - The Voice Of Q 1982 Quando Quango - Love Tempo (12") 1987 Quartz - Beyond The Clouds 1978 Queen - Another One Bites The Dust 1980 Queen Samantha - Take A Chance (12" Vers.) 1978 Quest - Mind Games (12") 1986 Rainbow Brown - Til You Surrender 1981 --> Patrick Adams Rainy Davis - Sweetheart (12") 1986 Ralph McDonald - We Need More Calypso (12") 1985 Ramona Brooks - I Don't Want You Back 1980 Ramsey Lewis - This Ain't No Fantasy (12" - Female Vocal Side) 1985 Randy Crawford - Don't Wanna Be Normal (LP) 1986 Raw Sex - Stop The War 1982 Raw Silk - Do It To The Music 1981 --> Nick Martinelli Raw Silk - Just In Time And Space 1983 Raww - Don't You Try It 1984 Rebbie Jackson - Centipede (12" Mix) 1984 Reel To Reel - Love Me Like This 1983 Relevation - Feel It 1981 Rene & Angela - Keep Running 1983 Revelation - Holdin' On 1982 Rhonda Parris - No No Love (12") 1986 Rhyze - Just How Sweet Is Your Love 1980 Rice & Beans Orchestra - You've Got Magic 1977 Richard J. Smith - Don't Go Walking Out That Door 1982 Rick Astley - Never Gonna Give You Up (12" Remix) 1987 Rick James - Glow (12") 1985 Rick James - You And I 1978 Ripple - The Beat Goes On 1978 Rita Hart - Pardon Me Mister 1984 Ritchie Family - Alright On The Night (LP) 1982 Ritchie Family - I'll Do My Best For You 1982 Ritchie Family - Life Is Music 1977 Ritchie Family - Put Your Feet To The Beat 1979 Ritchie Family - Quiet Village 1977 Robert Gorl - Darling Don't Leave Me (Import 12") 1983 Roberta Flack With Donny Hathaway ‎– Back Together Again 1979Roberta Flack - First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 1972Roberta Flack - Lovin' You Is Such An Easy Thing To Do 1981 Rochelle Fleming - Love Itch (12") 1985 Rock Candy - I Got Love 1982 Rockers Revenge - Walking In Sunshine 1982 Rockers Revenge - Walking On Sunshine 1982 Rod - Just Keep On Walking 1982 Rod - Shake It Up (Do The Boogaloo) 1980 Rolling Stones - Missing You (12" Vers.) 1978 Rome Jeffries - Good Love 1983 Ronnie Dyson - All Over Your Face 1983 Roschelle Fleming - I Know Just What You're After (12") 1987 Rose Royce - Do Your Dance 1977 Rose Royce - Love Me Right Now (12") 1985 Rose Royce - Still In Love 1982 Roundtree - Get On Up (Get On Down) 1978 Roundtree - Hit On You 1982 Roy Ayers - Don't Stop The Feeling 1979 Roy Ayers - Running Away 1977 Royal House - Can You Party (12"/Comp. LP) 1987 Rufus - Any Love 1980 Rufus - One Million Kisses 1983 Russ Brown - Gotta Find A Way (12") 1986 --> Tee Scott Salsoul Orchestra - 212 North Street 1981 Salsoul Orchestra - Don't Beat Around The Bush 1976 Salsoul Orchestra - How High (Levan Remix) 1979 Salsoul Orchestra - It's Good For The Soul 1976 Salsoul Orchestra - Love Break (Remix 12") 1982 Salsoul Orchestra - Magic Bird Of Fire 1977 Salsoul Orchestra - Run Away 1977 Salsoul Orchestra - Take Some Time Out For Love 1982 Salsoul Orchestra - You're Just The Right Size 1976 Salsoul Orchestrat w/ Loleatta Holloway - Seconds 1982 Samantha Fox - Touch Me (I Want Your Body) (12") 1986 Samson & Delilah - I Can Feel Your Love Slippin' Away 1984 Sandy Anderson - It's Over (I'm Through) (12") 1987 Sandy Mercer - Now That You're In 1979 Sandy Mercer - Play With Me, Lay With Me (12" Vers.) 1978 Sandy Mercer - You Are My Love (12" Vers.) 1978Santa Esmeralda Starring Leroy Gomez ‎– Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - 1977Santa Esmeralda Starring Leroy Gomez ‎– Esmeralda Suite 1977Sarah Dash - Low Down, Dirty Rhythm 1983 Sarah Dash - Sinner Man 1979 Satin & Green - Spectacular 1982 Screamin' Rachel - Fun With Bad Boys (12") 1986 Seawind - Whatcha Doin'? 1980 Second Image - Can't Keep Holding On 1982 Secret Weapon - It Must Be The Music 1982 Serena - Get Your Body Up 1983 Sergio Mendes - I'll Tell You (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Serious Intention - You Don't Know Pow Wow or Easy Street records? (1986) Seven Deadly Sins - Lust 1977 Shades Of Love - Keep In Touch (Body To Body) 1982 Shalamar - My Girl Loves Me (12" Ext. Promo Only) 1985 Sharon Bailey - Cosmic Dust 1981 Sharon Brown - I Specialize In Love 1982 Sharon Paige - Tonight's The Night 1980 Sharon Redd - Beat The Street 1982 Sharon Redd - In The Name Of Love (LP) 1982 Sharon Ridley - Changin' (Closing Song at Garage) 1978 Sheryl Lee Ralph - In The Evening 1984 Shiela & B. Devotion - Spacer 1980 Shiela E. - A Love Bizarre (12"/LP) 1985 Shiela Hilton - The Bed's Too Big Without You 1980 Shirley Lites - Heat You Up (Melt You Down) 1983 Side Effect - Always There 1976 Siedah Garrett - Do You Want It Right Now (12") 1985 Silver Convention - Dancing In The Aisles 1976 Silver Convention - Mission To Venus 1978 Silver Convention - Voodoo Woman 1977 Silvetti - Spring Rain 1977 Sinnamon - I Need You Now1983Sinnamon - Thanks To You 1982 Siren - Open Up For Love 1979 Sister Sledge - Lost In Music 1979 Skatt Brothers - Walk The Night 1979 Skipworth & Turner - Can't Give Her Up (12") 1986 Skipworth & Turner - Thinking About Your Love (12") 1985 Skyy - First Time Around (Levan Remix) 1979 Skyy - Here's To You 1980 Skyy - Let Love Shine (LP) 1983 Skyy - Show Me The Way 1983 Skyy - Skyyzoo (Levan Remix) 1980 Skyy - Super Love 1980 Slave - Feel My Love 1981 Slave - Wait For Me 1981 Slimline - If You Can Dance, You Can Do It 1982 Sly Cabell - Feelin' Fine 1982 Smokey Robinson - And I Don't Love You (Levan 12" - Larry played Dub) 1984 Sofonda C. - Pick It Up (12") 1987Soft Cell - Seedy Films 1980Soft Cell - Tainted Love 1982Softones - That Old Black Magic 1976 Somethin' Special - Come Make It Feel Good 1981 SOS Band - Take Love Where You Find It 1980 SOS Band - The Finest/Borrowed Love (LP) 1986 Soul Sonic Force - Planet Rock 1982 Southroad Connection - You Like It, We Love It 1978 Space - Carry On, Turn Me On 1977 Sparkle - Handsome Man (Levan Mix) 1980 Sparque - Let's Go Dancin' (Levan 12" Remix) 1981 Sparque - Music Turns Me On 1982 Sparque - Take Some Time 1984 St. Tropez - Fill My Life With Love 1978 St. Tropez - One More Minute 1979 Stainless Steel - It All Comes Down To Love 1978 Stainless Steel - More Than Meets The Eye 1978 Staple Singers - Slippery People (12" Mix) 1984 Stargard - Wear It Out (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Starshine - All I Need Is You 1983 State Of Grace - That's When We'll Be Free 1982 Status IV - You Ain't Really Down 1983Steel Pulse - Blues Dance Raid 1982Steel Pulse - Ravers 1982Stephanie Mills - Medicine Song (12" Remix) 1984 Stephanie Mills - Put Your Body In It (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Stephanie Mills - You Can't Run From My Love (12" Vers.) 1983 Steve Arrington - Dancin' In The Key Of Life (12"/LP) 1985 Steve Arrington - Nobody Can Be You 1983 Steve Arrington - You Meet My Approval (LP) 1983 Steve Hurley - Jack Your Body (12") 1985 Steve Miller Band - Fly Like An Eagle 1976 Steve Miller Band - Macho City (12" Vers.) 1982 Steve Shelto - Don't Give Your Love Away 1983 Stevie Nicks - Stand Back 1983 Stevie Wonder - As 1977 Stevie Wonder - Go Home (12" Remix) 1985 Stevie Wonder - Love Light In Flight 1984 Sticky Fingers - Wastin' My Love 1978 Stimulation - Stimulation (12") 1985 Sting - If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free (12" Remix) 1985 Stone - Time 1981 --> Tee Scott Strafe - Set It Off 1984 --> Walter Gibbons Strikers - Body Music (12" Levan Remix) 1981 Strikers - Contagious 1982 Strikers - Inch By Inch 1981 Subject - Celebrate (12") 1986 Subject - The Magic, The Moment (12") 1985 Sun Palace - Rude Movements 1980 Supremes - High Energy 1976 Supremes - Let Yourself Go 1977 Suzi Lane - Harmony 1979 Suzy Q - Get On Up And Do It Again 1981 Suzy Q - With Your Love 1981 Sweet Cream - I Don't What I'd Do 1978 Sweet Life - I Get Lifted 1983 Sweet Pea Atkinson - Dance Or Die 1982 Sweet Thunder - Everybody's Singin' Love Songs 1978 Sylvester - Body Strong 1979 Sylvester - Dance (Disco Heat) 1978 Sylvester - Do Ya Wanna Funk 1982 Sylvester - Don't Stop (12") 1983 Sylvester - Give It Up 1981 Sylvester - I Need Somebody To Love Tonight 1979 Sylvester - I Need You 1980 Sylvester - Menergy 1983 Sylvester - Over and Over 1977Sylvester - Stars 1979 Sylvester - Too Late (12" Mix) 1984 Sylvester - Trouble In Paradise (12") 1983 Sylvia Striplin - Give Me Your Love 1980 --> Uno Melodic rds Syreeta - Can't Shake Your Love (Levan Remix) 1981 System - You Are In My System 1983 T Connection - At Midnight 1979 T.C. Curtis - Body Shake (Instr. 12" Version) 1982 T.C. Curtis - You Should Have Known Better (12") 1985 T.S. Monk - Can't Keep My Hands To Myself 1981 T.S. Monk - Candidate For Love 1981 Taana Gardner - Heartbeat (12" Levan Mix) 1981 Taana Gardner - No Frills 1981 Taana Gardner - When You Touch Me (Levan Mix) 1979 Taana Gardner - Work That Body (Levan Remix) 1980 Talking Heads - Burning Down The House 1983 Talking Heads - Slippery People (12") 1983 Talking Heads - Swamp 1983 Talking Heads - Take Me To The River 1978 Talking Heads - This Must Be The Place 1983 Tamiko Jones - Can't Live Without Your Love 1979 Tammy Lucas - Hey Boy (12") 1986 Tasha Thomas - Shoot Me (With Your Love) 1978 Tata Vega - Get It Up For Love 1978 Tata Vega - I Just Keep Thinking About You Baby (Ext. 12" Mix) 1979 Tavares - Don't Take Away The Music 1976Tavares - Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel 1976Teddy Pendergrass - The More I Get, The More I Want 1977 Teddy Pendergrass - You Can't Hide From Yourself 1977 Temper - No Favors 1984 Tempest Trio - Love Machine 1979 Tenderness - Gotta Keep Trying 1978 Tenita Jordan - I Don't Wanna Think About It (12"/LP) 1985 Teri DeSario - Ain't Nothin' Gonna Keep Me From You 1978 Terri Gonzalez - Treat Yourself To My Lofe 1982 Terri Wells - I'm Givin' All My Love (12" or LP) 1984 The Affair - Please Don't Break My Heart (12") 1985The Clash ‎– The Magnificent Seven 1980The Cut - Kindness For Weakness (12" Levan Mix) 1986The Edwin Hawkins Singers* ‎– Oh Happy Day 1969The Emotions ‎– Flowers 1976The Emotions - I Don't Wanna Lose Your Love 1976The Family - Screams Of Passion (12"/LP) 1985 The It - Donnie (12") 1986The Jackson 5 - Dancing Machine 1974The Jackson 5 - Hum Along And Dance 1973The Jackson 5 - Mirrors of My MindThe Jacksons - ABC 1970The Jacksons - Show You The Way To Go 1976The Joubert Singers ‎– Stand On The Word 1985The Limit - Say Yeah 1984 The Police - Voices Inside My Head 1980 The Quick - Rhythm Of The Jungle 1982 The Quick - Zulu 1981 The Who - Eminence Front 1982 Thelma Houston - Don't Leave Me This Way 1976 Thelma Houston - I'd Rather Spend The Bad Times With You 1984 Thelma Houston - I'm Here Again 1977 Thelma Houston - If You Feel It (12" Remix) 1981 Thelma Houston - Just Like All The Rest (Dub 12" Vers.) 1983 Thelma Houston - Saturday Night, Sunday Morning 1979 Thelma Houston - You Used To Hold Me So Tight (12") 19 84 Theo Vaness - I Can't Dance Without You 1979 Theo Vaness - Nobody But You 1978 Theo Vaness - Sentimentally It's You 1979 Third World - Dancing On The Floor 1981 Third World - Lagos Jump 1983 Third World - Now That We Found Love 1978 Third World - One To One (12") 1985 Thomas Dolby - Dessidents: The Search For Truth 1984 Thompson Twins - In The Name Of Love 1982 THP Orchestra - Good To Me 1979 THP Orchestra - Two Hot For Love 1978 THP Orchestra - Who Do You Love 1979 Three Million - I've Been Robbed (12") 1983 Three Ounces Of Love - Star Love 1978Tim Curry ‎– Paradise Garage 1979Timmy Thomas - Stone To The Bone 1977Timmy Thomas ‎– Why Can't We Live Together - 1972Tin Tin - Kiss Me 1982 Tina B. - Honey To A Bee (12" Mix) 1984 Tina Turner - Afterglow (12" Promo) 1986 Tom Browne - Crusing 1983 Tom Tom Club - Le Elephant 1981 Tom Tom Club - Pleasure Of Love 1983 Tom Tom Club - Wordy Rappinghood 1981 Tomorrow's Edition - You Turn Me On 1982 Toney Lee - Reach Up 1982 Tony Cook & The Party People - On The Floor 1984 Tony McKenzie - Ha-Chica 1983 Tony Orlando - Don't Let Go 1978 Tony Paris - Electric Automan (Levan 12" Remix) 1985 Total Contrast - Takes A Little Time (12"/LP) 1985 Total Contrast - The River (12") 1985 Touch - Love Fixation (12") 1987 Touch - Without You (12") 1986 Touchdown - Ease Your Mind 1982 Tracy Weber - Sure Shot (2 different 12"s; one has a Instr. Version that 1982 Tracy Weber - Sure Shot (Instr. Version released as "B" Side of One Step At A Time) 1983 Tramaine - Child Of The King (12") 1986 Tramaine - Fall Down Spirit Of Love (12") 1985 Tramaine - The Rock (Levan 12" Remix) 1987 Trammps - Body Contact Contract 1977 Trammps - Can We Come Together 1976 Trammps - Disco Party 1977 Trammps - Love Insurance Policy 1979 Trammps - People Of The World 1977 Trammps - Stop And Think (Remix LP) 1977 Trammps - Wha Happened To The Music 1983 Troiano - We All Need Love 1979 Trussel - Love Injection 1980 Twennynine - Fancy Dancer 1981 Two Tons - Do You Wanna Boogie, Hunh? 1980 Two Tons - Earth Can Be Just Like Heaven 1980 Two Tons - I Got The Feeling 1980 Ullanda McCullough - Bad Company 1981 Undisputed Truth - You + Me = Love 1976 Unique - What I Got Is What You Need 1983 Universal Robot Band - Barely Breaking Even 1982Universal Robot Band - Dance & Shake Your Tambourine 1977 Unlimited Touch - Searching To Find The One 1981 Upfront - Infatuation 1983 Valerie Oliver - Get The Money 1983 Van McCoy - Party 1976 Van McCoy - Rhythms Of The World 1976 Vanilla Mix - Easier Said Than Done (12") 1987 Vanity - Under The Influence (12") 1986 Vesta Williams - Don't Blow A Good Thing (12" Remix) 1987 Vicky D - This Beat Is Mine 1982 Vikki Love - Stop Playing On Me (12") 1985 Village People - Fire Island 1977 Village People - San Francisco 1977 Viola Wills - If You Could Read My Mind 1980 Visage - Fade To Grey 1980 Visual - Somehow, Someway 1983 Visual - The Music Got Me 1983 Voice In Fashion - Only In The Night (12" Dub Mix) 1987 Voyage - From East To West 1977 Voyage - From East To West 1978 Voyage - I Love You Dancer 1980 Wally Badarau - Chief Inspector/Novela Das Nove (12") 1986 Wally Jump, Jr. - Don't Push Your Luck (LP) 1987 Wally Jump, Jr. - Private Party (12") 1987 Wally Jump, Jr. - Turn Me Loose (12") 1986 Wanda - I Must Be Dreamin' 1982 War - City Country City 1972War - Deliver The Word 1972War - Galaxy - 1977War - Southern Part of Texas 1973War - The World Is A Ghetto 1972War - You Got The Power 1982Wardell Piper - Super Sweet 1979Warp 9 - Light Years Away 1983 Was (Not Was) - Tell Me That I'm Dreaming 1982Was (NotWas)- Wheel Me Out (Long Version) 1981Weather Girls - No One Can Love You More Than Me (12"/LP) 1985 Webster Lewis - Let Me Be The One 1981 Weeks & Co. - Go With The Flow 1982 Weeks & Company - Rock Your World 1981 Whatnauts - Help Is On The Way 1982 Whitney Houston - Love Will Save The Day (12" Remix) 1987 Whitney Houston - Thinking About You (12") 1985 Will Powers - Adventures In Success 1983 Willie Colon - Set Fire To Me (12") 1986 Willie Colon - She Don't Know I'm Alive (12") 1986 Willie Hutch - In And Out 1982 Winners - Get Ready For The Future 1978 Wish - Touch Me (All Night Long) 1984 World Premiere - Share The Night 1984 Xena - On The Upside 1983 Yarbrough & Peoples - Don't Waste Your Time (12" Remix) 1984 Yaz - Don't Go 1982 Yazoo - Situation 1982 Yazoo - State Farm 1983 Yello - Call It Love (12" Remix) 1987 Yellow Magic Orchestra - Computer Games 1979 Yes - Owner Of A Lonely Heart (12") 1983 Yoko Ono - Walking On Thin Ice 1981 Young & Co. - I Like What You're Doing (To Me) 1980 Young & Company - Such A Feeling (12") 1986 Yvonne Gage - Garden Of Eden 1981 Zena Dejonay - I've Got To Find A Way 1983 Zulema - A Mother Cries 1981Zulema - Change 1978Zulema - What's In It For Me 1982Roberta Flack - First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 1972

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I Love You, Too || 2019!Reddie X Daughter!Reader

A/N: I combined two requests, cause I wanted to put them together :))) Hope you don’t mind

Request: hi! i absolutely LOVE your writings! especially the daughter!reader ones. i was wondering if i could request something? like where the reader is eddie and richie are married and they adopted a daughter. she’s has a stutter and is picked on for it at school. she comes home one day crying and her dad’s comfort her when she says she hates her stutter and they tell her that it’s not a bad thing and she should embrace it and not be ashamed? just soft family fluff! thank you -Anon

Could you do a semi sweet but angst fic? Richie and Eddie get out of Derry together and get married, adopt a little girl (the reader) and they return to derry with her. She’s around 7/8 years old and penny wise gets her, they go to save her with the rest of the losers but Eddie still dies 🥺 (my baby) but sweet moments of the reader meeting the gang and everything and sweet moments with her papa’s. Sorry if it sounds kind of dumb ❤️❤️❤️ - @spidey-starky

!!WARNING: HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, IT CH2 SPOILERS, BLOOD!!

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You were pushed up against your locker, Jacob holding you by your shirt collar. Most people in this situation would maybe yell out for help, try to get someone’s attention. But you were used to it, plus school had ended and barely anyone was still here.

This was a regular occurrence. The name-calling, the mockery, everything that a middle school bully could do, she had seen and heard before. It didn’t affect her anymore.

Jacob would always do this, maybe steal something of yours, typical bullying business. But today, he went too far.

After the school play, Jacob had seen your dads picking you up. He had found that perfect bullying material. A stutter and the daughter of two gays? Perfect victim, he thought.

“Come on, Stuttering Y-Y/N!” He mocked your stutter, as you rolled your eyes. “Aww, is the stuttering joke getting old? Well, how bout we talk about your fag fathers?”

Your eyes widened. Shit. 

“You’re probably just like them.” Tears welled in your eyes. “And, hey, that means you’re adopted! Not even your real parents wanted you so they had to hand you over to some fucking gays! So, not only do you have a dumbass fucking stutter, your parents are fucking gay!”

Jacob smirked as he saw the tears dripping down your face. It had taken a while, but finally, he’d found what broke you. You couldn’t speak, too overwhelmed by everything happening so quickly. A part of you wished you were just getting bullied for the stutter.

“I don’t know if you noticed, Stutter Fag, but your kind isn’t appreciated around here.”

He threw you to the ground, as you landed on your nose, causing it to bleed. Jacob walked away, leaving school. You waited till you knew he was gone before grabbing your bag, picking up all the papers that had slipped out.

How long had your dad been waiting out in the parking lot? Checking your watch, you discovered he’d probably been there for at least ten minutes. Shit, he wasn’t gonna be happy… 

Running out to the car, you forgot about the blood dripping down your face. You threw your bag into the back of the car, before hopping into the front seat, being met with the concerned face of your father.

“Y/N? What the hell happened to you? Jeez, wait til Eds sees you.” He handed you a few tissues, not noticing as you used them for your eyes and not your nose. He started the car, driving back to your rather large home.

“Y/N?” Your dad placed a hand softly on your knee. “What happened after school today?”

“N-N-Nothing. Just got t-too excited and r-r-ran into a w-wall.”

You could see on his face that he didn’t believe you. Lying to your father wasn’t something you were good at. He raised an eyebrow, which meant that he expected you to keep talking.

“It w-was just J-J-Jacob. H-He stayed a-a-after class a-and, uh, he m-m-m-might have, uh, b-b-bullied me.” You whispered, mentally cursing yourself for stuttering so much.

That stupid fucking stutter was the cause of all your problems. 

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry… Look, right now, we’ll push it aside and talk about it later when Papa Bear is home.” Your dad laughed as your face contorted into disgust. He knew you hated when he called Eddie that.

“All jokes aside, we’ll discuss this later. Just relax, and maybe clean up your nose a bit more.”

***

You sat at the dinner table, eyes glued to the plate in front of you. Eddie’s eyes remained on you, concern etched on his face. Richie, however, simply smiled warmly at you. 

“Y/N, baby, you’re awfully quiet,” Eddie spoke, his head tilted slightly in confusion.

“Honey, it’s time to talk.” Richie reminded you of the conversation in the car, and with a sigh, you thought of how to explain the situation.

“Uh, d-dads, after s-s-school today, t-this kid was, u-uh, teasing m-me about m-m-m-my stutter.” You couldn’t tell the whole truth. You couldn’t tell them that. Just the thought of what Jacob said brought tears to your eyes.

The tears began streaming down your face.

Eddie left his seat, pulling you into his arms. You cried into his shoulder, and Richie piled on top. Eddie’s arms were wrapped protectively around you, and Richie rubbed calming circles on your back.

“Your stutter is so perfectly you, baby. You shouldn’t feel ashamed of it. Embrace it.” 

Your tears slowed as you heard Richie’s phone ring, his ringtone being that stupid Pina Colada song. At first, he ignored it, staying with you, but by the sixth consecutive ring, you told him to answer it.

“I’m hungry, anyway.” You smiled, wiping the final tears from your face. With a forehead kiss from Eddie and a final hug from Richie, they moved away, Richie answering his phone.

“Yello? Huh? Oh. Right, yeah. Yeah, cool. See you soon, I guess?” His face went white as he hung up the phone, and he ran out of the room. Seconds later you heard him in the bathroom, the sound making you cover your ears. Eddie ran to the bathroom, and you could hear him checking over Richie.

Eddie’s phone rang suddenly, and you picked it off the table, bringing it to the bathroom, where Eddie was helping Richie off the floor, moving him away from the toilet bowl.

“Dad? Your phone is ringing.” You handed the phone to the shorter male, before scurrying back to the table. What the fuck was going on?

They stayed in the bathroom for another ten minutes and when they came back, you knew something was wrong.

“Baby, we need to talk.”

***

Last night at the Chinese restaurant had been an interesting event, to say the least. It had been a long trip to Derry, so you had been half asleep when entering the restaurant. An hour into the dinner, you were on the verge of sleep.

Richie and Eddie were trying so hard to keep you awake, but you were twelve and had been on a plane for five hours, which didn’t seem like much but it was a very rocky flight. Eventually, Richie and Eddie caved and allowed you to fall asleep, leaning against Eddie’s arm.

“She’s adorable,” Beverly said, smiling at the passed out girl. The other Losers hummed in agreement, Richie and Eddie sharing a proud smile.

“H-How long h-h-have you ha-had her?” Bill asked, realising afterwards that maybe he could’ve phrased that differently.

“Since she was only two, actually. So we’ve had her for ten years, now.” Richie pushed the hair out of your eyes, a soft smile on his face.

“Tell us about her.” Stan smiled, his usual demeanour shattered by the precious girl at the table. Everyone at the table was simply enamoured with this little girl.

“Uh, we adopted her a year after we got married.” Eddie grew flustered, as the Losers smirked at him and Richie.

“She’s literally the perfect kid!” Richie chimed in, “She’s got good grades, she doesn’t get involved with anything bad or stupid, and she’s just amazing. We love her so much.”

The other Losers felt like they would burst from the amount of adoration they had for this girl. The night continued on, everyone getting quite drunk, except Stan, who felt the need to be the one sober person.

He was rolling his eyes at Richie and Eddie drunkenly flirting in the corner when he noticed you stirring from your spot on the table. You sat up, blinking a few times, growing accustomed to the fluorescent glow of the lights above.

Stan was the only one to notice you wake up and decided to separate you from the drunken activities.

“Hey, Y/N, how was your sleep?” He asked, loudly, as to maybe alert the others that you were awake. 

“Yeah, i-i-it was pretty g-good. I’m no-not as t-tired now.” Stan’s eyes widened in surprise. You had a stutter?

“Oh, honey, you’re awake!’ Richie announced loudly, everyone looking at you and Stan.

“She has a stutter?” Stan asked, and you immediately felt tears brim in your eyes.

Richie and Eddie looked worried, while the others looked intrigued. You felt everyone’s eyes on you, and it was far too much. You ran from the room, your dads calling after you.

“Did I say the wrong thing?” Stan asked worriedly.

“She’s very sensitive about the stutter. She gets bullied a lot. So, we don’t talk about it.” Eddie explained, before running out to find you, Richie not too far behind.

The other Losers turned to Bill, their stuttering friend.

He had an understanding look on his face, having lived with a stutter for so many years of his life. But he had overcome it for so many years, so surely he could help you.

The Losers returned to the table, waiting patiently for Richie and Eddie to return, you by their side. Minutes passed, and no one walked through the door, except for the waitress who placed a bowl of fortune cookies on the table.

Just as she was leaving, a panicked Eddie and Richie came through the door.

But you weren’t with them.

Their faces held panic, fear, and everything in between. 

“Guys? Where’s Y/N?” Ben asked, his voice shaky.

“W-we don’t know. We looked everywhere, but we can’t find her.” Eddie started crying, Richie holding him close to his chest.

Mike stepped forward, grabbing Richie by the shoulders. “We’ll find her. She can’t have gone too far. She’s probably in the bathroom.” 

“O-oh, yeah. The bathroom.” He only sounded half-convinced, but Richie and Eddie would take anything to put their minds at ease.

“W-we were gi-given fortune c-c-cookies,” Bill suggested quietly.

Everyone sat back at the table, avoiding looking at the empty chair between Eddie and Richie. They all picked up a cookie, one still sitting in the bowl.

They all cracked theirs open, each finding a single piece of paper. 

“The hell? Mine just says ‘Time” Richie murmured, the cookies really not distracting him from the disappearance of his daughter.

The others all looked at their fortunes, not noticing Eddie’s shaking hands and terrified expressions.

“W-wait. Give me y-y-your paper.” Bill said as the Losers put their papers down. All except Eddie.

They scuffled about, finding that their words formed a sentence. 

“Oh shit. Oh, fuck!” Richie yelled, seeing the sentence forming. He looked over at his husband, begging him for the paper. Eddie held it tighter, but upon seeing the desperate look on his love's face, he placed the paper down.

Tears streamed down his face, as the other saw what was on his paper.

Bye Bye Stuttering Y/N! Time To Float!

“No. No. This isn’t fucking happening. We have to go get her.” Richie stood from his seat, Eddie following.

“No!” Mike yelled. “There’s something we have to do first.” 

***

You were floating, but they couldn’t do anything, not yet. First, they had to kill that fucking clown. It hurt Richie and Eddie to just leave you there, floating above the ground, almost dead.

“Hey, fuckface! You wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth; You’re a sloppy bitch! Yeah, that’s right. Let’s dance! Yippee-kay-yay motherfuc-” Everyone watched as Richie got caught in the deadlights.

Eddie screamed, but not a frightful scream, it was more of a “back off my husband you bitch” scream. He ran forward, throwing the pole Bev had gave him as hard as possible. It struck Pennywise in the mouth, sending IT backwards, ending up impaled on one of the spikes.

Richie fell to the ground, breathing heavily. What the fuck had he just seen?

Eddie came crashing down on top of him, straddling Richie’s waist. Not an uncommon position for them, but that wasn’t relevant right now. Eddie leaned down, grabbing Richie’s face and slamming their lips together.

Richie closed his eyes, melting as he always did when Eddie kissed him. His eyes opened, however, when the salty taste of Eddie’s lips became metallic. Richie froze, not even flinching when Eddie splurted blood onto his face.

“R-Richie?” Eddie spoke softly, blood trickling down his chin. The pain in his eyes matched that of Richie’s heart. Richie couldn’t look down, because he knew what he would see if he let his eyes travel.

And then he remembered, the first time he had entered this fucking house. The first time he lost Eddie. That fucking demonic version of his love. The fucking black shit that had flowed from his mouth. That image that was identical to this. That motherfucking clown who had planned everything to be like this.

“Eddie? Eddie, love?” His pleas were useless, as Eddie was pulled away from him, and flung about by the clown who ruined every fucking good thing he’d ever had.

IT threw Eddie from its claw, sending him towards the ground, right beneath where you were floating. Fuck, he couldn’t do this.

But he had to.

For Eddie.

And for you.

***

Richie got up from beside Eddie, who was barely alive at this point, but Richie could always see the life in his eyes. Eddie watched him leave through the dancing black spots in his vision. 

He could feel the familiar fabric of Richie’s jacket in his hands and found one of his hands in the pocket. His hand brushed against what felt like paper, and with as much strength as he had, slid it out of the jacket.

Unfolding it slowly, he saw a pencil drawing, one that you had done as a very young child. It was of the three of you, smiling, and for a toddler’s drawing, it was extremely good. You had labelled each person, though it was obvious who was who.

Up the top, in messy crayon handwriting, were the words “I love my daddies.” with two pink hearts sloppily drawn at both ends of the sentence.

“I love you too, baby”

[cocastyle]

The In-Between Chapter 1

Stranger Things x It Crossover

with some Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,891

Warning - cursing? (if people don’t like that kind of stuff), some Stranger Things spoilers (don’t know if they would still be spoilers or not)

A/N- chapter one is finally here! I’m so overwhelmed with the amount of support this series has gotten already with only the prologue being out so I’m so excited to officially start this series off with chapter one! reminder that this chapter takes place two years after the prologue so the year is now 1987 and all the kids are 17 years old. anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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T H E I N - B E T W E E N

Intro The Losers’ Club The Party Prologue 1 2

3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Epilogue

September 1987

Darling you got to let me know

Should I stay or should I go?

A small chuckle escaped from Bill's lips as he watched the girl dance goofily in front of him as she mouthed the words of her favorite song to him. Y/N's e/c eyes sparkled as they stared at him and a hint of a smile appeared on her face as she mouthed the next set of words.

If you say that you are mine

I'll be here 'til the end of time.

Using the straw in her drink as a microphone, Y/N got up from her seat and slid across the floor and over to where Bill was, making the boy laugh as he watched her in both adoration and amusement.

So you got to let me know

Should I stay or should I go?

"I think you should go home," Richie called out as he spared a glance in Y/N's direction before looking back at the arcade game him, Eddie, Mike, and Stan were currently trying to beat. "You two make me sick and I'm not going to be able to fucking beat this game if you two keep up the gross couple shit."

"We're not a-" Y/N quickly began to say at the same time Bill stuttered out, "M-m-me and h-h-her?"

Richie rolled his eyes and locked eyes with Eddie, the two shaking their heads at their friends who were so oblivious it hurt. It was no surprise that Bill liked the girl as much as he did, in fact, the Losers' Club was pretty sure he might even be in love with her at this point. The only one they weren't sure about was Y/N, but from the way she acted around him, they were pretty sure she felt the same.

"Richie, leave them alone. I think they're cute," Beverly said as she winked at Y/N, the girl blushing in response.

"Of course you do. Why am I not surprised?" Richie asked. "I think it has something to do with the fact that you and Ben are dating now. You're still in the 'I love Ben and everything that has to do with love' phase of the relationship."

Beverly sent a glare in his direction which only made Richie smirk before he asked, "Where is lover boy? He was supposed to be here tonight."

Deciding she had better things to do than argue with Richie, Beverly went to grab another quarter from her cup of change and didn't look at the boy as she said, "He had some big research project he wanted to do. I think he's still trying to research Hawkins cause of how weird it is."

"Hawkins? Ain't nothing weird about that town and you all know it. There's no way the shit Y/N says is true. No way!" Richie exclaimed. He then seemed to realize what he said and looked to Y/N. "No offense, Y/N. You know I love you like a sister, but come on. There's no way Hawkins is that weird."

"It is, Tozier, and I know that you know I'm right. Besides, a killer clown that can change into your worst fears? That sounds like a load of bullshit to me," Y/N said.

"Can we go a night without the two of you arguing, please?" Stan asked with a small sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's a Sunday night and we have school in the morning. All I want to do is have some fun without the two of you arguing about whose story is more believable."

"Stan's right. This argument has been going on for two whole years now. You are both seventeen and about to be adults in a couple of months. Just let the topic go," Mike told them.

Richie frowned and went to open his mouth, but Eddie, without even glancing at the boy, muttered, "Beep beep, Richie."

"But I haven't even-"

"Beep beep!"

Richie let out a huff and slumped against the game console as he turned his attention back to Eddie who was only two hundred points away from beating the high score of the PAC-MAN game in the arcade.

Bill tore his gaze away from his friends and looked over at Y/N who was staring off into space with her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. He knew it had to do with the fact that they had mentioned Hawkins, seeing as this always happened when the topic came up. Not a day went by where she didn't miss her friends and the fact that she hadn't seen them in two years was hard for her which Bill knew.

The boy didn't hesitate before getting up from his seat at the table the two had just been eating pizza at before gently taking her hand in his. Y/N let her eyes flicker up to lock with his and he gave her a tiny smile before tugging her hand softly and pulling her over to the closest game, Dig Dug.

"I don't have any-" Y/N began, but Bill cut her off by pulling some quarters out of his pocket and holding it out to her.

He gave her that cute smile of his before saying, "I b-b-brought some for y-y-you just in c-c-case."

Y/N gave him a soft smile in return before he dropped the coins into her hands. "Thank you," she whispered before turning to the game and putting some of the change in. Bill silently observed her as she began to play the game and a grin appeared on her face as he watched her relax and get lost in the game.

And the moment she won and turned to him before throwing her arms around his neck and letting out a loud laugh was the moment Bill was once again reminded of just how much he liked her.

Y/N pulled away from the hug ever so slightly, but kept her arms around his neck as she looked up at him. Bill's arms were around her waist and his breath hitched in his throat for a moment, but their moment was quickly ruined by the sound of Richie fake gagging.

"Ew! Guys, they're doing that gross couple shit again!"

"Richie, I swear to god!" Y/N yelled before suddenly breaking away from Bill and running after her friend. Richie let out a high pitched scream before bolting out of the arcade with Y/N on his heels.

Beverly snorted before saying, "We should probably stop her."

"W-w-where's the fun in t-t-that?"

- - -

"How can you say some weird alien shit is more believable than a killer clown?" Richie asked, his eyes wide as he looked to his friend in disbelief.

Y/N kicked the small rock next to her feet and watched it skip across the path ahead as she walked home with the rest of the Losers' Club, minus Ben, behind her. She glanced at the boy that looked so much like her friend from home and shrugged, "Cause my story is more believable."

"You are literally talking about the idea of a whole other world existing! One where everything we know is covered in decay and has monsters running around killing people!" Richie exclaimed.

"And you keep telling me that some clown can take the form of your greatest fear and has a mouth that opens up like a fucking shark and eats people! Not to mention that apparently its victims can float in the air? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" Y/N asked.

"Obviously not as ridiculous as this conversation," Eddie muttered under his breath, but everyone could hear it. Bill, Beverly, Mike, and Stan let out small chuckles while Y/N and Richie glared at their friend.

"Eds, sometimes you really make me question why we're friends," Richie said with a shake of his head.

"Oh shut up," Eddie told him as he grabbed the boy's shoulder and began to push him in the direction of their houses. "Come on. Our houses are this way. And don't call me Eds."

"Sorry, Eddie Spaghetti."

Eddie rolled his eyes and turned back to his friends before waving slightly. "Night, guys. See you tomorrow," he said.

"Bye, Eddie. Bye, Richie," Y/N called out, the others following suit as they watched the two boys walk off, purposely bumping into each other as they did.

They didn't walk much longer before Beverly, Mike, and Stan had to split off as well. That left only Y/N and Bill. The two were silent as they walked back, but it was a comfortable silence filled with their small laughter as they nudged each other and snuck small glances at the other when they weren't paying attention.

Y/N's smile only faltered when she saw the road that Bill's house was on. Their houses were a few streets away from each other, so Y/N always ended up having to walk alone for a while before she even got home. In hindsight, she could've borrowed her mother's car and drove herself to the arcade and back. However, if she was being honest, the only reason she didn't do just that was because she liked getting to walk with Bill, even if it was only for a few minutes.

The two paused at the end of Bill's street and Y/N turned to look at the boy as she gave him a soft smile. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she looked down at her feet.

Bill stared at her in silence for a moment, his heart fluttering when she looked up at him through her eyelashes with that smile of hers on her face. With a sudden burst of courage, Bill said, "A-a-actually, I was w-w-wondering if. . .if I could w-w-walk you h-h-home?"

Y/N blinked in surprise and for a moment Bill felt his blood run cold, the fear of rejection washing over him almost instantly. But then she was smiling an even brighter smile than before and Bill swore her cheeks had even grown a tinge redder.

"I'd like that," Y/N told him, making the boy return her grin.

The two began to walk forward and Y/N effortlessly slipped her hand into Bill's before intertwining their fingers together. Bill's face reddened and he couldn't stop the smile that was growing on his face as he ever so slightly pulled her closer to his body, his hand tightening around hers.

A beat of silence fell over them before Bill looked at the girl curiously and asked, "So y-y-you really don't b-b-believe our story about I-I-It?"

Y/N looked up at the boy and gave him a look of disbelief before saying, "Of course I do. A psycho clown is nothing compared to the horrors I've witnessed. I just like to poke fun at Richie is all."

Bill let out a small breath of relief that he hadn't known he was holding. Something about knowing that Y/N believed him and didn't think he was crazy made it feel like a weight had been taken off of his shoulders.

"What about you?" Y/N questioned causing the boy to look over at her. "Do you believe my story?"

He could see the way she was trying to act like the answer wouldn't bother her, but he could also see the way she was nervously biting her lips and the way her hold on his hand tightened ever so slightly.

"I-I-It is kind of c-c-crazy," Bill muttered causing the girl's smile to drop. But then he was lightly squeezing her hand and saying, "I b-b-believe you."

Y/N's head whipped up so fast that Bill almost didn't see the movement. "You do?" She asked surprised.

"Of c-c-course. You said it, s-s-so of course I d-d-do," Bill said, his cheeks dusted a light pink as he said that.

Y/N smiled and leaned into Bill's arm, making sure to keep her hand latched with his while her other arm looped around his. She then laid her head against his shoulder and shivered slightly from the cold.

Bill didn't even hesitate before letting go of the girl and taking his jacket off. Y/N went to protest, but Bill cut her off with that smile of his as he wrapped the jacket around her shoulders. Then, before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arm around the girl and began to rub his hand up and down her arm as he held her close to his body.

Both teens blushed and looked away from each other as they walked, but Y/N still snuck a glance in Bill's direction, a goofy grin on her face as she looked at him.

The rest of the walk ended up being a lot shorter than either of them would've liked. Before they knew it, they were standing on the front porch of Y/N's house as both of them just stood there staring at each other.

Y/N broke their gaze by looking down at her feet as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, "Thanks for walking me home."

"N-n-no problem. I-I-I guess I'll see y-y-you at school," Bill said, his eyes flickering over her face and hesitating for just a moment on her lips.

Y/N looked up at the boy and he was quick to divert his attention back to her eyes. "Yeah, I'll see you then," she confirmed with a smile. She then let out a small gasp before beginning to take off the jacket, "Your-"

Bill's hands resting on hers had her instantly freeze as she looked up at him. He gave her an effortless smile and shrugged before saying, "You c-c-can give it back to m-m-me some other t-t-time. It looks better o-o-on you anyways."

Y/N blushed at that and let the jacket fall back onto her person as she stared at the boy in front of her. The two were silent before Bill finally whispered out, "G-G-Goodnight, Y/N."

A smile broke out on her face before Y/N pushed herself up onto her tiptoes and pressed a small kiss to Bill's cheek. "Goodnight, Bill," she whispered back, a small chuckle escaping her lips at the sight of how red his cheeks were.

She pulled away and sent one more smile in Bill's direction before turning and walking to her front door. Bill didn't move from his spot until the girl was inside and it was only then that he let himself stumble back in a daze as a goofy grin appeared on his face.

The small flickering of the street light had him furrowing his eyebrows, but the light quickly went back to normal and Bill thought nothing more of it. He then began to walk home with a small skip in his step, his thoughts consumed with the beauty that was Y/N L/N.

- - -

A sigh of relief left Mike Hanlon's lips as he caught sight of his bike resting against the alley wall. The others had all met him in that alley before walking to the arcade together, so Mike had left his bike there for later. Thankfully, he had hidden it well enough behind some garbage cans and wooden crates that no one had stolen it. Finally, he could bike home instead of walking.

The bike ride home wasn't too bad, but it was only when he turned onto Neibolt Street that things turned for the worst. Mike always did hate riding past the Well House, the memories just too much for him, but something always had him riding past. It was like a force that made him want to make sure everything was still the way it was supposed to be, that nothing was out of place. . .that It wasn't back.

Mike could see the Well House coming up on his right and he had to take a second just to calm his breathing. "Nothing's going to happen. You're going to be fine," Mike assured himself, those words enough to make him put on his confident look and pedal down the street.

He only took his eyes off the road when he was biking past the Well House, but that was his first mistake. His second mistake was not noticing the flickering of the street lights which seemed to all be flickering in the same sort of pattern.

When he was past the house, Mike let out a small chuckle at himself for even being afraid and turned back to look at the street. His eyes widened when he saw a figure in front of him and he quickly stopped his bike.

An eerie silence fell on the street at that moment and Mike squinted his eyes as he tried to see what was standing only a little ways away from him. The streetlights flickered a few more times before suddenly all turning on, the brightness of the lights so intense that Mike stumbled back a little in surprise.

He had to adjust his vision a little and blinked a few times before looking up, his eyes locking on the figure in front of him. He didn't know what to think when he registered the figure as something he had heard Y/N talk about many times before.

Mike couldn't help but notice that everything she had said, every little detail, was correct. Even the sound she described was exactly the same and Mike found himself shivering as the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

The creature, the demogorgon, let out an eerie sound before its face began to open up in a way that looked a lot like Pennywise. Shaking his head, Mike quickly turned his bike around and was about to bike away when he noticed another demogorgon had come up behind him.

Both demogorgons were only ten feet away in each direction, but they were blocking his only means of escape. "Shit," Mike muttered. It was in that moment that Mike made his third and final mistake of the night.

Mike ditched his bike on the edge of the street and ran towards the Well House with the demogorgons hot on his trail. He didn't necessarily have a destination in mind, so Mike just did whatever the first thought to pop in his head was and began to run up the stairs.

He could hear the demogorgons growling and making that weird sound of theirs as they stumbled up the stairs after him, the two running and bumping into each other as they tried to reach out for the boy.

Mike's own breathing was all he could hear as he ran down a few hallways, trying to find some place to go. However, he made one wrong turn and was suddenly trapped in a hallway that had a single door at the end. The demogorgons were right behind him and he knew that if he ran in that direction, he would be dead for sure.

So Mike did the only thing he could think of and ran down the hallway and into the room. He slammed the door shut behind him and locked the door before turning around to see that he was in some sort of coat closet.

He heard the cries of the demogorgons and jumped slightly before beginning to back up, the coats covering him the further back he went. There was only one lightbulb in the room so Mike had enough light to be able to see where he was going, but he had barely even made it halfway into the closet before the lights flickered off and the demogorgons suddenly went quiet.

This caused the boy to stop cold and all he could hear was the pounding in his ears and his ragged breaths as sweat trickled down his face. Something suddenly clamped over his mouth and Mike's eyes widened once he recognized it as someone's hand.

An eerily familiar laugh filled the air before a voice whispered into his ear, "Hello, Mike."

He didn't want to look back, but his eyes betrayed him. As soon as Mike's eyes locked on the person holding onto him, he let out a scream that was muffled by the hand over his mouth.

Laughter filled the air as Mike desperately tried to escape, his hands clawing at the person holding onto him. The light in the closet turned back on before beginning to flicker on and off while the laughter and screaming grew louder.

But then there was nothing. The light flickered back on before staying on, illuminating the now quiet and completely empty room.

The only sign of Mike having ever been at the Well House being his bike that was lying on the ground outside with one wheel slowly turning in the wind.

- - -

Y/N let out a small sigh as she pulled Bill's jacket closer to her body. The wind roared all around her as she walked and she looked up at the sky in annoyance as she realized a storm was about to come their way.

It amazed her how only an hour before, when Bill had dropped her off at home, there had been no traces of clouds in the sky. But the force of the wind was enough to give her an answer as to how it had appeared so quickly.

With one hand holding onto Bill's jacket and the other carrying the trash bag her parents had asked to to take outside, Y/N began to make her way down the stairs and over to the trash can on the edge of the curb.

A flash of lightning from a little ways away lit up the sky and the sprinkling of rain began to fall down on the girl making her mutter out, "Shit."

She was quick to pull the lid to the trash can off before tossing the bag inside and returning the lid to its rightful place. Y/N then hugged Bill's jacket close to her body while the wind blew her hair in all directions.

The girl was just about to head back towards the house when a sound came from the bushes across the street. Y/N froze, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end as she slowly looked over to the bush that was moving around.

All she wanted was for the bush to be moving because of the wind, but when something began to step out from the bush, she knew just how wrong she was. Y/N could barely make out what the figure was, but the sound it made was too horrific for her to forget.

It was the same sound she only ever heard in her nightmares, but had used to be something she heard back in Hawkins. A sound that made her blood run cold, her face pale, and her heart race so fast that she felt like it was jumping out of her chest.

Then the lightning flashed and a scream escaped her lips at the sight of a demogorgon standing before her with its mouth opening up.

Y/N broke out into a sprint towards the front door and was quick to slam the door shut behind her. With shaking fingers, Y/N locked the door while the lights in her house flickered crazily all around her. Tears were in her eyes as she took a step back from the door, her breathing heavy while her whole body shook uncontrollably.

Images of the upside down, of Will looking half dead, of Bob being attacked by a demodog, of the Mind-Flayer killing Billy all flashed before her eyes and a whimper escaped her lips as she tried desperately not to break down into a sob.

The girl shook as she walked over to the window of her house and it took her a minute to muster enough courage to open up the blinds enough for her to look outside. The lights still flickered all around her and she could hear the wind roaring outside, but the sound of the demogorgon had disappeared and she didn't know whether to be relieved or worried.

Y/N took in a shaky breath before looking through the blinds. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight before her, surprise and fear coursing through her veins.

Instead of the demogorgon, a person holding three balloons in front of its face stood in its spot. As if sensing her gaze, the balloons began to float up as the person moved them away from its face. It was in that moment that Y/N finally saw the clown that Richie had been telling her about.

Y/N's breathing was out of control and it felt like the lights were flickering at an even more intense speed than before. She watched as the clown who Beverly had told her was named Pennywise, let out a loud laugh, its eyes trained on the girl as he waved at her.

The lights outside flickered out longer than usual, but as soon as they came back on, Pennywise had moved closer, now standing in the middle of the street with the demogorgon from earlier right behind him.

Y/N barely had time to blink before the clown was suddenly on the other side of the window with the demogorgon by its side, both of them opening their mouths to reveal rows of teeth that looked to be covered in something red that shined in the light—blood. A ear piercing scream left her lips and Y/N stumbled back right as the lights flickered on and off again.

"Y/N?" her father's panicked voice exclaimed as he came running into the room, the lights instantly returning to normal as soon as he walked in.

His eyes frantically searched around the room and he caught sight of his seventeen year old daughter hugging her knees with tears streaming down her face. "Y/N?" He asked again, confusion lacing his voice as he hesitantly walked towards his daughter.

The girl glanced up at him, but it was like she looked right through him as she got up onto her feet and went over to the window. She looked outside and her breath hitched in her throat. Her father furrowed his eyebrows and quickly moved across the room to look outside only to see that there was an empty road.

"I-" Y/N whispered before falling short, not knowing what to say.

It and the demogorgon were gone, but there was no way she could've imagined that. No way.

"Y/N, honey, are you okay?" her father asked as he looked at her with concern filled eyes.

"I'm. . .I'm fine. J-J-Just thought I saw something is all," Y/N muttered, her voice shaky as she looked anywhere but at her father. "I'm. . .I'm going to go to bed."

She didn't give her father time to respond before she was rushing out of the room and up the stairs. Y/N reached her room within a matter of seconds and was quick to close her bedroom door before turning and letting a quiet sob escape her lips.

"What the fuck was that?" Y/N whispered to herself, her fingers gripping onto her hair as she tried to think of an explanation. The Party had closed the gate and the Losers' Club had stopped Pennywise. So how-?

Y/N shook her her head, not wanting to think too much about what had happened. "You're just tired," Y/N told herself as she forced herself to start getting ready for bed. "Your mind is playing tricks on you. You just need some sleep is all."

She changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth in silence before she stared at herself in the mirror. The fright was still evident on her face and she took in a shaky breath before whispering, "The gate is closed. It is dead. The gate is closed. It is dead."

The words were enough to make her release her iron grip on her bathroom counter and she whispered again, "The gate is close. It is dead." Y/N made her way over to her bed and hesitated when she saw Bill's jacket lying on her desk chair.

She quickly grabbed it and put it on, wrapping the article around her body and inhaling Bill's scent. She felt safe wearing the jacket, so she kept it on and climbed into bed.

Y/N was about to turn off the light when she decided one night with it on couldn't hurt. She then laid down and hugged the jacket close to her body as she muttered to herself, "The gate is closed. It is dead."

She would end up saying those two sentences until she fell asleep, but each time she would find herself believing the statement less and less.

"The gate is closed."

"It is dead."

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[stanthemanstan]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒌𝒚 𝑰𝒔 𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

"It has a place for both of us... For you with the birds, and for me with the stars."

TSIASH masterpost...

Summary:

A phone call: a reaching out.

Memories of several forms of fright returned. Moments spent with old friends —moments spent vanquishing the unknown forces of evil that plagued the town— came back to mind. The thoughts of terror that you had managed to bury had resurfaced. You’d have to return. You’d have to face them again.

Another phone call: a final conversation.

Memories of young love returned. Moments spent with someone held impossibly close —moments spent admiring and comforting each other over those other recollections— came back to mind. The thoughts of perpetual affection that was only buried with distance had resurfaced. You thought you’d return to that, but you never faced those anticipations— only with thoughts of grief.

By the time you arrived in Derry again, Stanley Uris was gone.

When you finally meet up with the remaining Losers after all of those years, you realized that there was still danger lurking in the town. As a result, you were tasked with remembrance. Remembering everything, memories from the past, little moments, the good and the bad. And with those memories came new fears to accompany the old.

Links: Chapter I ... Chapter II ... 

Pairings: Stanley Uris x gender neutral reader (as well as platonic!Losers x reader, background Richie x Eddie, Beverly x Ben, and slight Bill x Mike)

Warnings: suicide, trauma, blood, death, entomophobia, arachnophobia, spoilers for both It movies

A/N: takes place mainly in It Chapter 2. Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

[hiyo-silver]

Storytime - Richie's Nostalgia

Summary: Richie tries to tell a story about he and Bill when they were younger before he gets carried away and has to delete the footage because it reveals too much personal information on Bill.

Chap 1 + Chap 2 + Chap 3 + AO3 + My Masterlist

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Richie sits in front of the camera, plopping on the couch in such a fashion that makes the springs in the cushions creak loudly under his weight. He grins to himself, adjusting his glasses as he goes to flip open the viewfinder and click the on button green

He lays back on the back of the couch, getting comfortable, even "man spreading" as Beverly calls it when he does, she always opens her legs wider than he does. He doesn't seem to mind, she's more dominant than he is anyways.

He smiles lazily at the camera in his lowering high, a couple bong hits an hour ago leaves him feeling much smoother than he really is. "Hello, viewers, friends, subscribers," he starts with the grin, leaning forward now with his elbows on his knees.

"Today, boy do I have a story for you," he says, shaking his head with a grin wider than ever. "We're talking about me and Billy Boy in highschool," he says with an eyebrow waggle that goes as long and has far as to make his forehead a bit sore.

"We were fifteen at the time, good times, good times..." He trails off into the story.

Bill slams his locker shut, huffing deeply and jumping when he sees Richie standing straight in front of him in the near empty hallway. He's leaving early because he had an anxiety attack in class over the upcoming geometry presentation he has to do. It doesn't even make sense, why would I need to talk in front of the class about numbers, that's what the teacher is for.

"Heya Billiam, you need someone to go with you? I know your folks probably won't do you any good," Richie offers, his voice losing the normal kick it usually has in favor of something soft and soothing and actually careful, cautious of how Bill may be feeling.

Bill hesitates for a moment, knowing that means Richie will be absent for the day too and he'd feel awful if he got in trouble for it. Richie cares more about his friends than he cares for himself, leaving him in constant trouble with the adults in Derry. He especially speaks out much too much, leaving many people upset with him.

"Sure, R-r-rich, I th-think I'd like that," he says softly, hugging his composition notebook tight to his chest for comfort. He decides he doesn't want to be alone all day, having only made it to the first hour of school, since geometry is set as his second.

Richie nods with a small smile, only letting the corners of his lips tilting up in his normal smirk. He tries to act normal as he takes Bill's hand to drag him off to the front entrance, carrying Bill's backpack and his own.

"Silver doing you good still, Big Bill?" Richie asks, trying to start a conversation that would build Bill up instead of making him feel any worse than he already does.

Bill nods, "She's th-the most p-p-powerful steed," he says surely, still basing much of his pride in his bike, the very one he'd bought for himself after Georgie's death.

"I believe you, Billy," Richie says proudly, climbing on to his own rickety bike, the seat too low for his legs that had shot out like beanstalks once his middle school growth spurt hit.

Bill only smiles softly as he clambers on Silver, her mighty self still proving too tall for even Bill's current height, taller than even Richie's.

They share a look before both starting to pedal at the same pace, taking different amounts of strength to go the same speed due to the difference in bike sides.

Eventually they hit the park, Richie looking to Bill for some sort of direction, "We going to yours or mine?" He asks, looking down at his feet, kicking at the dirt path so dust bubbles up into the air.

"M-mine sounds good, I l-love your mom but I d-don't wanna w-worry her," Bill says, already obviously sure in his decision, his response coming almost immediately.

Richie only nods, bringing his foot back up to the pedal. He starts a bit too slow, wobbling to the side a little, catching himself by kicking his foot to the ground before bringing it back up to speed after Bill who got farther while Richie was struggling with his pedals.

They both smile devilishly at each other, speeding forward at each other to try and be the faster one, every ride is an unspoken race when it's just the two of them.

Once they arrive at the Denbrough residence (Bill pulled into the driveway first but Richie refuses to accept it) Bill lets them in with the key under the garden gnome on his front porch.

He walks in, dropping his backpack immediately to the floor with a thump. He sighs to himself, rubbing his hands over his face and sighing, running his hands through his ginger hair. He truly just wants to calm himself, but that means letting the rest of the pent up anxiety out before it can feel better.

Bill lets a few tears stream down in salty orbs that represent how he's feeling, obviously pretty awful if he's allowing himself to cry around another person. As fast as the tears started, they stop abruptly, he quickly swipes them away with long sweatshirt sleeves that cover his hands like little paws.

In this moment he looks nothing to Richie but a younger version of the Bill everyone knows. Seeming small, nearly fragile and like he could fall apart further if Richie missteps.

Richie can't help but drop his bag as well to wrap his lanky arms around Bill clumsily, holding him for a few moments as the boy shudders slightly under his touch. "You're okay, Bill, I can leave if you need me to," Richie offers, feeling Bill shake his head quickly against his neck.

Bill finally pulls away, looking Richie square in the eye, "C-can you get the bl-blue blanket from my bed? I'll m-make us tea, think it'll c-calm me down," he says, slowly making a plan in his head for the two of them.

Richie nods in response, looking a bit bewildered about how the leader in Bill had immediately come back in that moment, a pop up of the version he often sees.

Richie trudges his way up the creaky wooden steps to the upstairs bedroom. He opens Bill's closed door, stepping into the room. He feels wrong entering alone, it's always with Bill and he feels as if he's intruding now.

Bill's room is the epitome of the room that belongs to a creative but sad person, in other words, it's an absolute disaster. He has a way of organizing, he just never seems to use his method of organization after he's started it.

Richie pulls the fuzzy blue throw blanket from atop the comforter that lays all wrinkled on the sheets. He folds it neatly enough, hugging it to his chest as he goes to the door, closing it behind him only lightly, not wanting to disturb anything.

He makes his way downstairs to where tea is steeping on the counter but no signs of Bill's presence in the kitchen. Then, suddenly, Bill pops out from the dining room, his phone timer still going off until he clicks it off hastily to pull the tea bags out of the mugs, wincing a bit at the hot water that runs up his arms as he walks them to the trash can.

"T-tea's ready," Bill says sheepishly, wiping his arms down with a paper towel, knowing he'll probably feel sticky until the next shower, though he realizes that he really just doesn't care.

"I see that, I can carry them?" Richie offers, grabbing Bill a second paper towel, looking down at his own hoodie and back at Bill's wet sleeves, "And do you want my hoodie? I know you get cold," Richie tests carefully.

Bill nods hesitantly, starting to pull off his own sweatshirt to take up Richie's offer. He's a bit shy, a few stray marks on his arms where he picked at his skin in the strong state of anxiety he'd been in earlier.

Richie quickly pulls off his hoodie, still warm so when Bill pulls it on it feels almost like it's fresh out of the dryer, just as he likes it.

Richie grabs the mugs, a blue one and a yellow one, knowing Bill almost always uses the yellow one, the blue one is his second choice, which definitely makes Richie feel honored. "Where we goin', chief?" He asks with a playful smile.

"I'll l-lead you," Bill says, his tone telling Richie just to be patient, Bill is obviously in one of those moods, and chances are that his surprise won't be negative, knowing him. He's a careful leader and fears nothing more than losing people he loves, which means that he would be especially upset if he scared them off by mistake.

Richie just nods, letting Bill carry the blanket. He watches carefully as Bill drapes it around his shoulders, making himself into a walking human burrito as he walks the two of them towards the room nobody ever seems to open, not for years at least.

Bill opens the door, filling their eyes with yellow and blue and plush toys, an intact Lego turtle sitting neatly on the bedside table just as it should, becoming the first thing seen whenever someone goes in.

Bill crawls right into the small bed, obviously little as it was meant for a boy as young as the age of six. He pats the side next to him, slipping off his shoes and letting them tumble to the floor, better there than on the bed. He'd wash the sheets if he dirtied them but maybe then they'd feel less like Georgie's.

Richie takes off his shoes before sitting in next to Bill, carefully sliding the tea onto the bedside table without touching the turtle. It's not his to touch and he knows that both he and Bill know that.

"It j-just hurts a lot," Bill says softly, whenever he falls apart everything seems to rush back, he's not gotten enough closure on the situation, he truly wishes that it had all ended differently so he could feel differently.

Richie sighs, looking down at his fidgety hands that he holds in his lap so he wouldn't feel so annoying. "I know, Billy, you deserve better," he says quietly, reaching one of said hands over to Bill's shoulder to rub it comfortingly until he feels the other boy quiver with tears again.

"I'm s-sorry," is all the usually stoic boy says in a near whine, unable to get the words out properly.

Richie's heart melts for him, leaning over to hug him, brushing the tears away with his thumb, looking into Bill's watery eyes. "I'm always here for you, I love you," Richie reminds, leaning in to press a peck to Bill's lips, something out of the ordinary for them but Bill doesn't seem to mind.

Richie snaps from his storytelling, looking into the camera and shaking his head to himself, "God, I can't post that," he reminds himself, reaching forward to shut off the camera, taking the SD card to wipe the filming session from it as if he hadn't gotten teary and nostalgic about that story for the past half an hour.

[spidizzlemizzle]

Sister?

Pairing: Bill Debrough x Reader

Word Count: 1,698

Warnings: Swearing, a lot of time skips and some poor writing,

A/N: Not my best work but I decided someone out there would find it somewhat okay so here ya go xx

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[Y/N] P.O.V

I made my way up to the front door and took in a deep breath, knuckles rapping against the oak wood. I looked at my shoes and wiped my sweaty palms against my shorts. Hearing the door unlock and swing open, I looked up to be faced with the unaged face of Eddie.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here?”

“Mum didn’t tell you I was coming home?”

“Well yeah, she mentioned it, but I thought she was joking” he let out a subtle laugh and a grin spread across his face, as did one on mine. He opened the door wider and led me to the living room, hesitantly greeting my seated and uninterested mother; Eddie was always the golden child. I followed Eddie to the - prior to my return home – guest room. I placed my heavy grey backpack on the neatly made bed, zipping it open and taking out my possessions.

“Do you need anything?”

“Nah I’ll be fine” I simply waved him off before having a thought come to me.

“Actually now that I think about it, I definitely need a tour of the town I haven’t seen in countless years once I’m unpacked” I looked over my shoulder and saw him smile, obviously excited to show me around the town.

Half an hour had passed and I was finally ready to look around. We entered the garage and my eyes lit up at the sight of my old bike, although it was covered in dust and cobwebs, I instantly recognised the vehicle.

We went on the adventure I had been waiting for ever since I planned to return to Derry. We went everywhere you could think of, the library, and the barrens, the streets lined with stores and, even stopped in my favourite ice cream shop.

“We should head to the quarry next; I remember that place being absolutely incredible.” I faced Eddie with an expectant look but his eyes went a little wider than normal.

“Uh, nah let’s not do that, we should just go home.” His sentence was rushed and laced with nervousness. I narrowed my eyes at him, tilting my head on the slightest angle to try to comprehend his behaviour.

“Whatever you say.”

~One Week Later~

Eddie P.O.V

I was seated out the front of the most popular ice creamery in town with the rest of the losers. The conversation flowed between our group as I saw Richie slap Stan’s chest and point to someone walking in our direction.

“Who the fuck is that?” he said, making me turn my head to see who he was talking about. [Y/N] approached the ice cream store with a small grin, hands neatly tucked in her pockets. She pushed open the door and entered, ready to order her usual I’m guessing. I turned back to the group not saying a word as they continued to speculate who she was.

I faced Bill who had an admiring look in his eyes, this could be bad.

~Three days later~

The loser’s club and I headed towards the quarry on our bikes, with a simple chatter of what our plans for the remaining few days of summer would be.

I was about to mention my plan to Bill when a girl about our age rushed past me along with a gust of wind. I recovered from my state of shock to recognise the [H/C] hair and navy bike. [Y/N]. She sped down the main road, wind brushing her hair like a comb. I looked back at Bill to see him almost entranced by her presence; a smile graced his lips as she looked towards the sky and opened her arms to allow the embrace of the warm summer air.

“Did anyone actually find out who that is?” Everyone shook their heads in response to his question as I continued on our path to the quarry.

~One Week Later~

School began two days ago and so far, there has been no interaction between [Y/N] and the members of the losers club. I approached her at the end of the day in the hallway as she put her books back in her locker and bag.

“You ready to go home, the losers want me to go to the quarry with the-”

“The losers? Who’s that?” Her question took me back a bit as I realised I never told her about them.

“Uh they’re my friends. Doesn’t matter, anyw-”

“Can I meet them? I don’t really like anyone at this school; they’re all rude and bitchy.” I let out a small chuckle at her analysation of Derry middle school.

“You couldn’t have given a better description of our school.” She looked at me with expectation and hope.

“You wanna meet them that bad?” she nodded and smiled at me.

“Maybe another day, let’s just get going” My answer was obviously good enough as she began walking in the direction of the escape from the hellhole we call school. I let her go ahead as the losers approached me.

“You know her?” Stan’s words got my full attention and I nodded.

“And you didn’t care to mention who she is when we asked on multiple occasions?” Bills question had more of a bite to them then Stan’s did as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“It’s not a big deal.” I didn’t feel like explaining myself to them at that moment.

“Well how do you know her? If it’s not a big deal.” I knew Bill wouldn’t give up. I sighed and faced the group completely.

“She’s my twin sister.” That was all I said as I grabbed my bike from the stand. I looked at them once more and saw their shocked and confused expressions.

“Will we get a proper introduction?” Beverly piped up from the back of the group, clearly excited to possibly have another girl to hang out with.

“Quarry, tomorrow after school.” And with that, I left.

[Y/N] P.O.V

“Where are we going?” I was trailing behind Eddie on my bike.

“The quarry, my friends wanna meet you.”

“Really?” thoughts began running through my head as worry and nerves sunk in.

“Yup.”

“Do you think they’ll like me?” I caught up to my brother and looked his way.

“I think so; pretty sure you’ll fit right in.”

“You calling me a loser?” nudging his shoulder, I joked with my brother for a little longer before reaching our destination.

Introductions were quick and the conversation began flowing easily. I felt in place with these kids, as if I belonged with them. They were so easy to get along with, making me grateful to Eddie for letting me meet them.

There was one loser I got along with best though.

Bill Denbrough.

He knew just how to get me to laugh until I was in tears and his stutter made me slightly swoon.

~One Month Later~

We were all hanging out at the quarry like usual, jumping off the cliff and playing countless games to pass the time.

“Crap! I have to get home or mums gonna kill me, I’ll see you guys later.” Eddies sudden outburst made all our heads snap in his direction. We all waved him goodbye as he gathered his belongings and ran to his bike.

“Y-Yo-You’re not going wi-with him?” I brought my attention back to the stuttering boy seated next to me on the rock.

I simply shook my head and shrugged, saying, “I may have just come home a month ago, but Eddies always been the golden child, the favourite. I swear she wraps him up in cotton wool when he goes to bed,” letting out a slightly exhausted chuckle, finding the ground much more interesting than any of the conversations around me.

Less than an hour later there was only Bill and I remaining at the quarry, everyone finding reasons to head home.

“D-Do you wa-w-wanna come over to m-my house? I wanna sh-sho-show you something.”

“I’d love to Bill.” We stood from the rock, collected our towels, put our clothing back on over our bathers, and began on the trek to Bills house. The journey was silent at times but had occasional banter and simple chatter.

We approached the large house and silence fell around us. I looked at Bill as I heard thunder rumble in the distance and saw him start to fiddle with him fingers and bite his lip.

“Everything okay Billy?” I tried to joke with the boy but he wouldn’t budge. I approached him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, bringing it down to his upper arm.

“Bill, is there something you wanna say?” Something about his change in attitude made me think he did. I looked him in the eyes for a split second before he turned away and looked at his home over my shoulder.

“I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you ride past us on our way to the quarry, you looked so carefree and full of life and when Eddie introduced you to us I was so happy I was going to get to know you and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same because wh-” Not a single stutter fell from his lips as I registered his words in a split second.

“You like me?”

“Yeah I do, a lot.” His words and small chuckle made me let out a wide grin and look at him with the largest amount of admiration possible.

I reached my hands up to the back of his neck and went onto my tiptoes. I pulled him down into a sweet kiss. It was short but showed the reciprocated feelings I have for him. I pulled away as I heard him mother tell us to come inside. Only now noticing the rain falling around us, I looked back at him, frozen with a look of shock on his face. I backed away as I giggled and turned to walk into the Denbrough household.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, as I greeted his mother indoors, a smile graced his lips and made him bubble up with glee.

I am so glad I returned home.

[tozierswheelers]

jealousy [b.d.]

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

Requested?: nope :)

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Bill for a long time. You help him look for Georgie and you think he might feel the same way. Then Beverly comes along.

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enjoy this crappy fic that’s been in my drafts since IT came out. also, first Denbrough fic so pls b nice :)

You smiled widely and threw your head back, laughing at the cheesy jokes that Bill kept saying.

You were on his bed, laying next to each other as you bantered back and forth. Things had been hectic ever since Georgie went missing, and seeing Bill finally have some fun and relax for a bit made you feel happy and warm. 

You both perked up when the doorbell rang, a mischievous smile making its way across Bill’s face.

“F-f-first one to the door get the leftover p-p-pizza!” He exclaimed, hopping over you to get off the bed.

“Oh, you’re on!” You called back, sprinting after him.

You both stumbled down the stairs, laughing breathlessly. You were almost at the door when you felt Bill pull you back, bringing you down as he threw himself to the floor.

“BIll!” you shrieked, giggling and rolling around as he pinned you down, his hands coming up to your sides and attacking you mercilessly.

You were gasping for air, tears rolling down your cheeks as you laughed like crazy, yet still not missing Bill’s equally large grin.

“Give up!” he called out. “Just s-s-say that the leftover pizza will be m-m-mine and I’ll let you g-g-go.”

“N-never,” you stumbled over your words. You quieted down as Bill leaned down a bit, feeling your breath catch in your throat as he did.

“Hey,” you whispered, finally catching your breath.

“(Y/N),” you heard him whisper in reply.

You closed your eyes, feeling him loom over you, leaning closer and closer...

*RIIIING*

The doorbell rang once more, scaring Bill and causing him to tumble off of you. You let out a teasing laugh as he scrambled to get up and open the door. 

“Hey Bill!” you heard Beverly’s voice. “I hope I’m not late, I know you wanted to-”

She stopped talking once you appeared behind Bill, her words fading away.

“Hey Bev,” you spoke quietly, your smile melting off your face as you met her gaze.

“Hey (Y/N/N),” she replied smoothly before turning back to Bill. “I know you wanted to hang out, talk about that history project that’s due next week.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you processed her words. “What history project? I’m pretty sure our only homework was writing a paragraph on one of the founding fathers.”

You saw Bill flinch slightly as a panicked look crossed over Beverly’s face.

“Well uh,” Beverly spoke once more, smiling. “It’s for extra credit. You know I’m always skipping and Bill offered to help me out.”

You smiled (more like grimaced) as you made you way back upstairs. You swiftly grabbed your backpack, smiling slightly at the Joy Division record that was playing before making your way back downstairs. 

You stopped and hid slightly as you heard Bill and Bev speaking in hushed whispers.

“No Bev,” you heard Bill whisper. “S-s-she can’t know.”

Beverly shook her head slightly. “You gotta tell her at some point, before she finds out on her own.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at her words before you stepped forwards, causing them to spring apart. “Uh, I promised Rich that I’d meet him at the arcade. I should get going. See you later Bill, Bev.”

You looked down at your shoes, missing Bill’s hurt expression as you mentioned Richie’s name. “D-d-do you have to go?”

You forced a smile onto your face. “I can’t keep Richie waiting. Besides, you have a project to work on, I don’t wanna get in the way.” 

Bill opened his mouth to protest but you quickly cut him off, pushing past him and muttering a quick goodbye to Beverly.

“Yeah, she definitely likes you Billy,” Beverly muttered as she looked after you.

Bill elbowed her. “Shut up Bev.”

You trudged into the arcade, immediately locating Richie at the Street Fighter machine. 

“Tozier!” you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “Your day just got a thousand times better.”

“You bet it fucking did sweetheart,” Richie said, grinning at you. His smile faltered, however, when he noticed the slightly distressed look in your eyes. “Hey, what’s up?”

You muttered a quick ‘nothing’ before letting him go, leaning against the machine instead. 

“Don’t fucking say ‘nothing’,” Richie spoke. “Now speak before I fucking deck you.”

“It’s just, I was finally hanging out with Bill and then Beverly just showed up.”

Richie snorted before he noticed you looking down with your arms crossed.

“Wow, you really like him don’t you?”

You nodded miserably. “But he likes Bev!”

Richie snorted once again. “No he fucking doesn’t! He likes you!”

You shook your head. “No he doesn’t Rich.”

Richie stepped away from his game, purposely losing and causing your jaw to drop in shock. He stepped closer to you, staring you down. “As your best friend, I swear I will fucking prove that Bill has a huge ass crush on you. No matter what it takes. No matter how long it fucking takes. Okay?”

You nodded softly as you took his place, standing in front of the machine as you tried to calm your blush.

You trudged up the hill alongside Bill, on your way to meet up with the rest of the Losers. There was an awkward silence surrounding you, which only made you feel slightly uncomfortable.

“(Y/N)?” Bill asked quietly, once you reached the top of the hill.

“Yeah?” you questioned.

Bill bit his lip. This was it. He was going to tell you how he felt, he was going to- 

“Hey sweetcheeks!”

Bill’s thoughts were interrupted as Richie came up to you, throwing his arm over your shoulders as he pulled you in close. You looked up at him and smiled softly, “Hey Rich.”

Richie stared back down at you, smiling widely as he took your hand and dragged you off, leaving Bill standing all alone. 

Bill frowned as he moved towards you, taking a seat next to Richie but making sure to leave space for you. You moved to sit down in between the two boys, causing Bill to smile before Richie leaned forwards and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you down.

You plopped down unceremoniously into Richie’s lap, throwing your arms around him to keep yourself from falling. Bills face hardened as he noticed Richie’s arms snake around you. 

Bill could feel the anger rising up within him as he saw you both laughing and smiling. Your arms hadn’t left Richie’s neck an Richie had only pulled you closer to him as he looked down at you, eyes sparkling.

It was when Richie leaned down to whisper in your ear that Bill snapped and stood up, stomping to the edge of the quarry and stripping before jumping into the water.

Maybe, just maybe, the cool water would be enough to calm him down.

Two days later, the Losers met up at the arcade. Richie was the only one there to play, the rest of the teens looking forwards to the greasy, fast food that was served in the small restaurant of the arcade. You however, had arrived late and Bill couldn’t help but clench his fists as Richie stepped away from his game (willingly) and escorted you to their table. 

He couldn’t understand why Richie was acting this way. Richie knew that he liked you, he had admitted it one night while walking home from the quarry. 

Bill frowned as Richie paid for a milkshake and sat down, pulling you down next to him. When Richie got two straws and placed them both into his milkshake, Bill felt his eye twitch.

When both you and Richie leaned in to drink, smiling at each other over the rim of the glass, Bill hit the table with his fist. The Losers all looked up, mildly shocked.

“Sorry,” Bill smiled awkwardly. “It was a...spasm.”

The rest of the Losers turned back around and continued their previous conversations. You and Richie continued to share his milkshake.

Lookin away, Bill caught the eye attention of Beverly, who was very casually taking a sip from her drink.

Arching her eyebrow, she tilted her head towards you as if to say “just tell her already idiot”.

It was the first Monday back at school that Bill truly and completely snapped.

You were at your locker, grabbing your science textbook, when Richie came up behind you and grabbed you by the waist. He lifted and twirled you as he spun as well, ending up against your locker with you tightly in his arms. You threw your head back and laughed as you messed with his curls, causing Richie to lean down to give you more access to his hair.

Richie had a stupid smile on his face, gazing at you with bright eyes. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you threw your head back, laughing in pure bliss. 

You leaned forwards, leaning your head against the crook of Richie’s neck. It was at this point that Bill pushed himself off of the locker he was leaning on and stalked towards you.

“Ugh, can’t you guys just stop?” Bill heard himself ask, a sneer settling itself on his face. Your head shot up to look at him as Richie simply smirked lazily.

“Like seriously you guys,” Bill continued. “It’s disgusting, really. I can’t believe that you two are actually together.”

Turning to you, Bill smiled mockingly. “And you. I thought you were better than this, than him. I guess I was wrong.”

“Bill-,” Richie began, the smirk slowly sliding off his face.

“Save it Richie,” Bill snapped. “You knew I had a crush on her and yet you still went after her. Fuck you.”

Bill turned and stormed away, shoving Beverly off when she tried to grasp his arm.

You and the rest of the Losers were left in awkward silence as Bill’s words hung in the air.

“Well,” Richie spoke, breaking the silence. “At least we know he was serious. He didn’t stutter once!”

Eddie proceeded to slap him.

Bill laid on his bed, his Walkman’s headphones over his ears as he listened to the newest Joy Division album. 

You found yourself smiling as you observed him. His eyes were closed and you could see his fist clenching every so often, a sign that he was still pretty worked up. 

You silently made your way over to his bed, sitting on the edge and pressing the stop button on his Walkman.

Bill’s eyes shot open, a faint smile appearing on his face before he remembered his little outburst at school. You were fidgeting with your hands, occasionally glancing at him and immediately looking away.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly. Bill stared at you.

“W-w-why are you here?” Bill asked softly.

“I wanted to check up on you.”

“Shouldn’t you be with R-R-Richie?” Bill’s eyes widened as the words left his mouth, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. Your eyebrows furrowed.

“No. Should I be?” you asked, thoroughly confused.

“Well usually, a c-c-couple tends to s-s-s-spend time together. C-C-Constantly,” Bill spoke, his voice slightly bitter.

You snorted loudly, causing Bill to smile. “Me and Rich? Nope. Never. He’s my best friend Billy.”

Bill scoffed. “Y-y-yeah right. We c-c-could all tell that you have a th-th-thing for each other.”

“Goddammit Bill!” you finally exclaimed. “I don’t have a thing for Richie. I have a thing for you!”

“R-really?” Bill asked in bewilderment. In response, you simply rolled your eyes before grasping his cheeks and pulling his lips down to yours.

The kiss was sweet and innocent, and you both pulled away blushing heavily. You met his eyes and you both immediately started giggling.

“I guess Richie was right,” you murmured. “You really do have a crush on me.”

Bill’s eyes widened at your words. “H-h-he knew I liked you! So that was a-a-all just an act?”

You nodded shyly in response.

“That m-m-motherfu-”

You swiftly cut Bill off with another kiss, smiling as you felt him hold you closer to him.

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[losers-witch]

stupid (richie tozier)

midnight-love-101 asked:

Can you do a Richie x Reader where you are shy and quiet and he thinks you like Eddie because you two have been hanging out but You we're actually asking Eddie for advice about Richie?I'm sorry if this is weird or confusing I just love your writing.

you’re so so so so so sweet omg, thank you! and this made total sense so no worries!

happy new year, huns!

pair: richie x reader

warning: fluff

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the moment you stepped into the class you shared with richie, bill, and eddie, they immediately knew you were a perfect addition to the losers club. they lost beverly so they were on the lookout for new female recruits.

maybe that’s why they didn’t get any.

when the dismissal bell rang, they ran up to you and gave you a jolt. you barely made a squeak and once you looked at all three of their grinning faces, a blush came to your face, especially after looking at the boy with the thick glasses.

“y/n, is it?” the short one asked and you nodded slowly. “well hi, i’m eddie! that boy with the glasses? yeah, that’s richie, he’s a little trashmouth. the other one is bill, he has a stutter.”

you were a bit taken aback at how chill he kind of insulted his friends but the other two just kept smiling.

“y-yeah, m-my s-st-stutter h-has gotten better th-though,” bill said and glared at eddie, who looked away quickly. 

“and little? fuck you, eds, you’re way shorter,” richie rolled his eyes but he turned his gaze back to you. “anyways, since you’re new, i suppose you don’t have friends?”

“r-richie!”

“i’m just making an inference,” richie shrugged and you actually weren’t offended.

“no, why?”

“see, she’s fine bill,” richie sassed. “but, do you want to hang out with us? you seem pretty cool.”

“sure,” you gave a soft smile, which richie found endearing, and pushed past the three boys, making your way to the metal doors.

“we’ll see you at lunch!” eddie yelled out from behind you.

“s-she d-doesn’t really t-talk much, huh?” bill’s shoulders slacked.

“maybe she’ll open up later,” eddie suggested before turning to look at richie. “unless mister-don’t-have-friends here wants to scare her off.”

“she said yes, didn’t she?”

the other two boys let out a collective sigh.

fast forward three months later and you were sitting with the losers at lunch. eddie wasn’t wrong about you opening up because you did but you were still a shy, quiet little bean. you talked, of course, just not a lot. like can you imagine? being the only girl in a group of six boys? it can get awkward.

all of you became close friends but eddie became your best friend. it’s funny because people assume that you and eddie are dating/like each other but actually, he’s your diary and you gush about richie tozier to him. surprising, right? not really.

“so, whose house are we destroying- i mean hanging out at today?” richie smirked and nobody volunteered because they knew that when richie tozier is over, shit gets crazy.

“mine’s free,” you piped, your voice barely sounding over theirs. “and you guys haven’t been there before so, why not?”

“you s-sure?” bill raised his eyebrows at you, making sure you actually thought this through. 

“yeah, i have nothing to do,” you shrugged and took a bite of your apple. “what’s the worse thing that could happen?”

“well-”

“shh mike, accept the lady’s offer,” richie elbowed mike, whispering something that made mike laugh and turned back to you, a grin on his face. “we’ll be there after school!”

you looked at eddie and he nodded at you, mouthing a discreet “after lunch” at you to which you replied with a nod, finishing up your milk carton. 

turns out, eddie isn’t really good at being discreet for a certain bespectacled boy happened to catch the silent conversation between the two of you, sparking up some complicated emotions.

on the walk to sixth period, richie spotted you and began to run, trying to catch up with your pace. he slowed down when he saw eddie kaspbrak appear beside you and he watched as the two of you engage in a hushed conversation.

richie furrowed his eyebrows and put his detective mind to work. since you became friends with the group, you’ve been particularly close to eddie. lucky bitch. richie gaped dramatically to himself, catching the attention of a few students but he quickly closed his mouth. but he had the perfect (or seemingly perfect) idea in his head:

he’s going to set you and eddie up!

you hear knocks on the door and you jog to the door, slowly opening it.

“y/n!” ben grinned and you gave him a soft smile, opening the door wider for them to come in. “nice place.”

“thanks,” you replied, your voice soft and gentle. richie was the last one to come in and you had to look down to keep him from seeing you blush.

once everyone got past you, you lock the door and led them to your room where they all settled down on your bed or on the floor. you sit by eddie on the floor and richie was across from you on the bed. you didn’t notice but richie was eye

“time for a spontaneous game of truth or truth!” richie announced and bill groaned.

“r-really? th-this early?” bill huffed. “we literally just got here!”

“it’s never too early to expose secrets, billy!” richie clapped and rubbed his hands together, looking around the room before stopping on eddie.

“damnit.”

“eddie! truth or truth, my dear sir?” 

“do i have a-”

“and he picks truth!” richie bellowed, putting on his announcer voice. “edward kaspbrak, who do you like and no lying because stan the man here, can tell if you are or not. right stan?”

richie clapped stan’s back and stan glared at him but nodded slowly. 

“great, now tell us,” richie turned his gaze back onto eddie.

“well, i guess i have no choice but to tell you guys,” eddie glanced at y/n really quickly, a glance that fueled richie up a bit. “elizabeth vause, the one in my second period. she’s really nice and smart and pretty and-”

“okay, we get it,” mike cut eddie off, patting him on knee.

“is he lying stan?” richie asked, his voice strangely demanding.

“no, he’s telling the truth and i’m not faulting him, elizabeth is beautiful!” stan gushed before eddie pulled his curls.

“back off, stanley.”

“wait, so you don’t like y/n?” richie furrowed his eyebrows and you snickered.

“no, she’s my friend and she like y-”

you slap your hand over eddie’s face, eliciting a yelp from him. “shut up.”

“but, you two were- but- no, you guys- y/n doesn’t- what?” richie was lost for words and everybody started to laugh at him. “fuck you guys.”

“she likes you, fuckwad!” eddie said, obviously exasperated.

you had your face in your hands to hide the fact that you were blushing like crazy! you didn’t plan for it to come out like this. you didn’t even want to look up at anyone.

“whenever we would talk, she would ask about you!” eddie continued and you wanted to spin kick him. “did you really think- oh my god!”

“see, now i feel stupid,” richie grumbled but looked at you and he felt kind of relieved that there were no intimate feelings between you and eddie. “but, if she can look at me and show me her face, i would say that i would like to hang out with her one day, without these other losers.”

eddie elbowed you and you slowly lifted your head up. your face was still red but there was a soft smile on your lips. 

“that sounds nice, i guess,” you mumble, biting the inside of your mouth.

“great, see ya at four o’clock, tomorrow,” richie winked. “anyways, bill,”

“no, s-stop.”

“aw, come on!”

[batwake]

Living Room Song - chapter 1/12

No one new ever moves to Derry, Maine.

The worst day of Eddie Kaspbrak’s life is the day that someone does. 

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chapter one - change

The worst day of Eddie’s life is also the day that the Tozier’s moved to town.

Eddie had spent all day in the church talking to relatives that he hadn’t seen since he was a baby, sweltering in the heat. There wasn’t much he could do except discreetly fan himself with one of the pamphlets he had first received when he walked in and pray that the refreshments at the wake would still be cold by the time they were finally done. Eddie liked to think that it would not have been so bad if it just hadn’t been so hot , because every time Eddie wiped at his eyes he would just rub the sweat in, or every time someone patted his back as they walked by it was just one more warm presence on top of his already boiling body.

The pastor had a dull, boring voice and didn’t speak a single word of sympathy during the service. He just recited passages from the bible that Eddie had heard recited by his mother in the weeks before the passing anyway. Eddie tuned him out, tried to focus on four pairs of eyes staring at his back a few pews away, their gaze reassuring. It was like a steady presence that sat on Eddie’s shoulders, keeping him grounded.

He would’ve floated away by now, if it wasn’t for his friends.

In the church basement, the five of them sit around a table quietly. Barely anyone came to the reception, which is understandable because Eddie imagines that not many of Mr. Kaspbrak’s friends like Eddie’s mother. Really the only people who remained were The Losers, Sonia Kaspbrak, Eddie’s grandmother, and two of Eddie’s uncles.

Eddie was really just glad to be in an area not quite as hot as it was upstairs, and that the ice cubes in the water hadn’t completely melted. His friends’ reassuring presence was also welcomed.

Beverly kept her hands tightly around one of Eddie’s under the watchful gaze of Eddie’s mother. Ben and Mike cracked weak jokes in an attempt to keep the air lighthearted. Bill was talking to Eddie’s grandmother, who had been practically inconsolable the past few weeks, but Bill was charming and sweet and had somehow broken the surface. Stan just watched Eddie quietly. Eddie was surprised Stanley had even come; he wasn’t one to bother with Catholic affairs. Although, Eddied supposed, neither were the rest of The Losers. Stan just had the Jewish excuse.

After twenty minutes of pitiful condolences and awkward conversation, Bill returns to his seat next to Bev.

The fiery headed girl retracts one of her hands from Eddie’s and slips it into Bill’s, her gaze also shifting over to him.

It wasn’t really a surprise when they paired up earlier in the summer. Eddie thinks that all of the Losers have had a crush on Bill at some point. It was only a matter of time before Beverly had succumbed to his charm as well.

“H-how’re you d-doing, Eddie?”

Eddie shrugged and looked over at his mother, who was beratingly talking down at Uncle Edward, then back to his friends, who were all watching him. “I’m okay. I’ll be ready to go to school.”

That was the question on the tip of everyone’s tongue. Was Eddie going to be mentally stable enough for their junior year?

The other Losers all breathed a sigh of relief. Bill reaches across his girlfriend and pats Eddie’s hand affectionately. “Glad t-t-to hear it, E-Eddie.” Eddie noticed that Bill wouldn’t stop saying his name. “Bev, d-do you want to tell the others wh-what you saw t-today?”

Beverly jumped as if she had just been electrocuted, and released Eddie’s hand. “Oh, I totally forgot!”

Everyone leaned in a little, waiting anxiously for the story.

“While I was waiting for Bill outside my apartment building today, a moving van pulled up!”

Everyone except for Bill and Eddie gasped, and start speaking all at once.

“New people? No one has moved to Derry since-“

“I’m finally not going to be called the new kid anymore-“

“Did you see them? Do they have kids-“

Bev held up a hand to shush Stan, Ben, and Mike. “I didn’t see anybody, just the movers. Bill came and got me before I could actually see a family come.”

Stan looked pointedly at Bill, who shrugs. “It d-didn’t look like enough s-s-stuff for an entire f-family.”

Ben visibly deflated. “Man, it’s probably just some newly married couple looking for a small town to move to while still getting on their feet.”

Slapping Ben on the back in a ‘we’ll get ‘em next time!’ kind of way, Mike says, “I’m sure someone new will come to school one day.”

They fell into comfortable silence once more, thinking about who has moved into Beverly’s apartment building.

Eddie scratched at his cheek and pictured the happy couple, young and in love. Anything to distract him from where he is.

Turns out, that was the first time Eddie had heard of the Tozier’s that summer, and it would not be the last.

~

The second time is the day before school starts.

The Losers always gather one last time at the quarry before school starts. It had been their tradition since they’d formed the summer before they started middle school, spitting over the side of the cliff, arguing over the rules of the game without fail every time, playing chicken for hours on end, and laying in the sun, talking about their plans for the upcoming school year.

Eddie was applying another layer of sunscreen on himself and not paying much attention to the conversation when Beverly brought it up.

“Oh, I met one of the people who moved in yesterday.”

That made Eddie tune in, glancing up at the large rock where Bev lay, sunglasses perched on her nose and her arms tucked behind her head. Bill sat next to her, and the two of them barely fit on the rock together. Eddie pictured them like a king and a queen on their thrones.

Ben, who had been reading a book, perked up as well. “Really? What happened?”

“I was leaving to go get groceries as he was coming in. He was carrying more boxes, probably some that just came in, I don’t know.” Beverly sits up and takes off her glasses, looking down at all of them with a mischievous look on her face. “I held the door open for him, and he said,” Beverly broadens her shoulders and sticks out her chest, deepening her voice to sound like an older man, “‘Thank you, miss! Do you live here as well?’ So i day I do, and offer to help carry some of those boxes. He turns down the offer and says he’ll just get one of his kids to help him.”

The Losers stare at her expectantly. Bev holds out her arms dramatically. “Kids! He has kids! Possibly our age!”

Stanley rolls his eyes and tosses a rock into the water. “Who in their right mind would move to Derry with kids?”

“Shittiest p-p-place on e-earth,” Bill agrees from next to his girlfriend. He scoops the sunglasses from her hands and shoved them onto his own face. “We’ve got it a-all: psychopath t-teens, shitty adults, a-and a movie theater t-t-that only plays reruns of old b-black and white films.”

“And a haunted house,” Mike adds. Eddie huffs out a laugh.

Stan stands and moves further away from the group in pursuit of a rock to skip. He calls back to the group, “I wouldn’t call Henry a psycho, he’s more of a sociopath-“

“Hockstetter is d-definitely a psychopath, have you seen how he is with f-f-f-f-”

“-fire,” Mike shudders, putting Bill out of his misery. Eddie recalls that Mike had Patrick in his chemistry class the year before. “He’s definitely a sadist.”

“Oh, they’re all sadists,” Bev agrees, laying back down and tugging Bill with her.

Eddie caps the sunscreen and glances between his friends. It’s no doubt that they’ve noticed he hasn’t been acting like himself recently. Anyone in his situation would be. Eddie has found it hard to fit into the group, now. He doesn’t talk as much, and feels as though he is just hanging on to them by a few threads.

Beverly and Bill are happily in love. Ben and Mike are always reading or studying or spending their free time working. Stan had always been the quietest of the six of them until that summer, then Eddie drifted away and away.

Now Eddie just watches his friends. Stan leans up onto his toes and talks to Bill up on the rock, their faces close and voices quiet, while Bev leans down and chats to Ben and Mike about the book they are both reading.

Eddie takes a deep breath and stands, walking over to the edge of the water and sticking his toes in. He can feel the others’ eyes on his back, but their voices don’t waver in the slightest. They’ve perfected keeping an eye on Eddie.

The sun will set in a few hours. In the morning, they start school. Once upon a time, Eddie would’ve been excited. He would’ve been busy studying and reading with Mike and Ben, or cherishing the last few days of summer with Bill and Beverly. He and Stan could’ve walked through the woods and looked at birds like they would when they were kids.

Dread is setting in. He doesn’t want to face the upcoming year.

“Eddie,” Bev calls, forcing Eddie to turn and look at his friends. “Mike says we could have a bonfire tonight at his house, you in?”

Eddie nods and steps away from the water, moving and sitting down on the blanket next to Ben. He pulls his knees up and sets his chin on them. Bill pokes the side of his head with his toe. “We haven’t h-had s’mores all summer. Stan m-makes the best, I’ll blackmail him into making y-y-you one.”

His heart swells. Eddie swats at Bill’s foot and glances up at his auburn haired friend. Eddie is almost directly under him so it is hard to see, but just over Bill’s shoulder, he can make out Stan’s curly blonde head. Bill must’ve made room for him.

For the first time since they’ve gathered on the shore, Eddie speaks. “I like my s’mores blackmail free.”

Bill laughs. Stan can be heard chuckling; Eddie doesn’t think he has ever heard Stan actually laugh . But nonetheless, Stan leans forward enough for Eddie to see him and says, “you’re the only one getting one of my specialty s’mores, got it, Kaspbrak?”

Eddie salutes him and pretends he isn’t getting special treatment. He knows that Stan never would’ve considered making any of them anything before June.

He’ll have to get used to it, Eddie decides, and lays on his back, staring at the sky. At some point, Ben starts reading aloud and all of them listen closely to the tale that he weaves. It is a good distraction, for a little while.

~

The funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it’s the third time until lunch.

Eddie’s first hour is calculus with an old teacher that he hasn’t had before named Mr. Mauro, but has received intel from Stan that it’ll be the most boring class of his life. Still, Eddie gets to school early and walks into the classroom ten minutes before the first bell is set to ring, and tries to get used to the room. Last year, Eddie was a sophomore and had algebra down the hall. He had just gotten used to young, hippie Ms. Flowers who took them outside whenever it was a nice day, and imagined it would be a hard adjustment after that.

While her classroom had been covered in plants and posters that said things like “you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take” and “today is a great day to learn something new”, this one was boring and didn’t have much character. The most interesting thing Eddie could find from his spot in the back corner of the classroom was the picture frame that sits on Mr. Mauro’s desk made of macaroni noodles. It was too far away to make out the picture, but Eddie imagines it is just a simple picture of the man and his grandkids, or something equally as sappy.

Eddie’s stomach churns, so he looks down at his brand new notebook.

Five minutes pass. Students start to flood in a few minutes before the bell is set to ring. Eddie recognizes every student in the classroom, most of the seats filling up quickly. It’s a small school, only about fifteen kids in the classroom. When the first bell rings, the classroom fills and the steady trickle of people stops.

The final bell rings, signaling the start of the day, and at the last second, one more person slips into the room.

Eddie doesn’t recognize him. He knows everyone in this school. Not this kid.

His hair is dark and wavy, flipping up just the slightest around his chin, which is held up like he is ready to stand up and fight anyone who dares cross him. Eddie him in and decides he wouldn’t last ten seconds in a fight. He appears to be pretty scrawny, the polo shirt and hoodie he wears practically hanging off of him.

It takes him a few seconds to collect himself, but by then the entire classroom has gone quiet and is staring at him. Eddie assumes the others are thinking the same thing as he is: no one new ever comes to Derry. The last person who moved here was Ben, and that was in middle school.

The new kid does a quick scan of the room and makes a beeline towards the back. Towards Eddie.

Eddie feels a little bad for him. No one even bothers to pretend they aren’t watching him.

As he comes closer, Eddie gets a better look at him. His face is lightly dusted with freckles, nothing like Beverly’s, but they are there, and he wears a watch around his left wrist. His fingers twitch anxiously, which is the only giveaway that he is nervous. He finally sits down in the desk next to Eddie, shifting his backpack off his shoulders and onto the floor next to him.

Eddie can at least say that he is trying to be subtle, but the guy also seems like he is sizing up everyone in the room. If Eddie had been in this situation a year ago, he would’ve been talking to him already. But now, he can’t find it in himself.

Even if he had wanted to say something, he wouldn’t be able to, because within a few seconds Mr. Mauro is walking in and starting to go over the rules for his class.

It’s nothing they haven’t heard before, no note passing, no talking unless I say so, homework is required , yadda yadda. Eddie is fascinated by the person next to him.

The guy bounces his leg and checks his watch every few minutes. Once or twice, he tugs on his hair, then pushes it behind his ear. He repeats that process a few times.

“Eddie Kaspbrak,” Mauro drones. Eddie jumps. He hadn’t even realized they were doing attendance.

“Here,” he squeaks, his voice pathetic and unused. The guy next to him huffs, and it almost sounds like a laugh. Eddie glares at him, but he doesn’t seem so deterred.

Mr. Mauro moves on. “Greta Keene…”

Greta pops her gum and says present , so Eddie tunes him out once more, focusing on the new kid next to him. He had been all solid and twitchy since he got here, now he laughs when Eddie embarrassed himself? If Eddie was a fraction of who he once was…

“Michael Tozier?”

Eddie can feel everyone in the room suck in a breath. New kid has a name.

“It’s Mike ,” Michael Tozier says, leaning forward a little. The other teenagers in the classroom whisper to each other, Mauro raises a hand to get them to quiet down. Eddie doesn’t do anything, just watches as the same wavy strand falls out of its place behind Mike’s ear.

Mauro moves on but no one else does. The next few minutes pass by in a blur for Eddie, trying to figure Mike out. After attendance, Mr Mauro tells the class a little about himself, about his grandchildren and his time in the war, then tells the kids to turn to the person next to them and get to know them a little better. His last words to the class are that they’ll start class the next day.

Mike and Eddie stare at each other.

Finally, Mike holds out a hand. “I’m-“

“-Mike.” Eddie nods and shakes his hand. “Got it.”

“Right. And you’re Eddie.”

Their arms drop awkwardly. Mike offers half of a smile, both corners of his lips turning up but his mouth refusing to open any more. “Tell me about yourself, Eddie.”

Eddie gives a weak laugh. “Not a single person in this classroom wants to hear about their partner, they just want to know about you .”

Shrugging, Mike says, “I’m not interesting at all. You all look at me like I’m an alien, though.”

“You might as well be. No one has moved to Derry since we were all middle schoolers.”

Mike does that thing where he glances at his watch, then plays with his hair. Eddie figures he must be ready for the day to be over already. “Jesus Christ, we must have big shoes to fill.”

Eddie doesn’t really process what that means, just nods and says, “welcome to Derry, shittiest place in the world.”

This makes Mike laugh. It’s a good laugh, the kind where it’s almost a surprise, like they weren’t expecting to laugh. Mike probably wasn’t. “It can’t be any worse than my old town. Nothing ever happens in Hawkins.”

Eddie thinks about their conversation in the quarry the previous day. “We just have crazy bullies and a movie theater that plays movies that only old people care about. Oh, and a haunted house.”

The bell rings. Mike looks up at the ceiling, as if he expects something to be there, then back at Eddie. “Well, see you Eddie.”

Eddie stands and holds up a hand. “Bye, Mike. Good luck with the rest of your classes.”

Mike stands, too. Eddie notices that Mike is taller than him. They walk towards the door, Mike offering Eddie another close mouthed smile. “Thanks, I’ll need it.”

They go in opposite directions down the hallway. Eddie has anatomy next, with Mrs. Quing, who he had his freshman year. The room is familiar and welcoming as he walks in, the tall lab tables a nice change from the desks he had gotten used to in bio last year. Quing herself greets Eddie as he walks in. “Good morning, Mr. Kaspbrak. Sorry to hear about-“

“Yes, hello, Mrs. Quing. Thank you.”

She nods empathetically, so Eddie moves to look at the board where she has drawn seating charts for each hour, assigning lab partners at each table. In fifth hour he sees Stan U. Ben H. and in seventh, Beverly M. Elizabeth R. He finds his own name, in second period, next to a name he doesn’t recognize. Edward K. Margaret T.

Perhaps Eddie doesn’t know everyone in Derry.

Eddie sits down at the second lab table from the front, three rows from the left. Almost dead center. He is not the first person in the classroom this time, a few others sitting at their table already, or up at the board looking for their friends names.

Eddie is digging through his bag when he hears the stool next to him screech and a person sit in it. “Hi!” They say, before Eddie can even glance over at them.

The first thing he notices about her is the hair. It is long and dark and impossibly curly. A pale yellow headband pushes it away from her face and shows off her doe-y green eyes, which stare at Eddie expectantly. He is almost taken aback by the fierceness behind her small stature. She reminds Eddie of-

The girl, Margaret , Eddie remembers, sticks her hand out. The similarities are striking. “I’m Margaret, but only my parents are allowed to call me that. You can call me Margo.”

Eddie can only blink at her. Margo grabs his hand when he doesn’t react and shakes it forcefully. “You must be Edward!”

“Eddie,” he manages, “it’s Eddie.”

“Okay, Eddie.” Margo releases her tight grip on Eddie’s hand and sets her hands in her lap. She sits sideways on her stool, facing Eddie, a big, open mouthed smile on her face. She is wearing the brightest clothes in the classroom, a yellow blouse to match her headband, white jeans, and yellow converse. She notices Eddie looking her up and down. “Oh believe me, I don’t dress up like this every day, I just had to look nice for my first day at a new school. First impressions are important, you know.”

Margo stares at Eddie as if waiting for him to tell her about how he is feeling about her. Under her gaze, Eddie feels intimidated.

“Uh-“ Eddie starts, but the bell rings.

Margo immediately shuts up, as if a button as been switched, and turns to face Mrs. Quing. Quing also starts to ramble on about the rules of the classroom and whatnot, stating that their grade is mostly lab reports and tests, then goes on to say that attendance will be taken based on whether or not you are seated when the bell rings. She points at the seating charts on the board, then back at the students. It is essentially the same as two years ago, if only a little stricter now that they are juniors.

Mrs. Quing jumps into class immediately, handing out textbooks and a packet for their first lab, which they will start next week. Margo does not say one word the entire period, focused on the task at hand. Eddie is struck by how much she really is like Michael Tozier, the way her lips move and the way she plays with her hair.

The bell rings, and the switch flips. Margo spins to face Eddie once again. “It was so nice meeting you, Eddie! I can’t wait to work more in class!”

Eddie can feel the class watching them. They are just as interested in Margo as the first hour was in Mike. Eddie smiles, and it is genuine. He finds himself charmed, by the mystery girl next to him.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.” They both stand and move towards the door.

Margo opens her mouth to say something, but Mrs. Quing cuts her off, motioning to Eddie.

“Eddie, if you ever need to talk to anyone-“

“Thank you Mrs. Quing, but I really heard enough of that kind of thing over the summer.”

“Yes of course. Have a good rest of your first day of school Mr. Kaspbrak, Ms. To-“

Eddie is walking out of the classroom and away from his teacher and Margo before he can hear her go on.

His third period drones on much like the ones before it, although there is no interesting new student to interact with. He is unfortunate enough to share the period with Moose Sadler and Marcia Fadden, members of Henry Bowers’ gaggle of idiots, who spend the hour talking over poor Mr. Ludo, the middle aged economics and government teacher. Eddie was sure that they would both be getting detentions on the first day, but Ludo must be too soft for that.

Fourth hour is the so called ‘achievement hour’, which Eddie equates to ‘do-nothing-for-thirty-minutes hour’, where students visit teachers for help. Because it is still the first week of school, the students are required to stay in their third hours, which means Eddie and his classmates put up with Moose and Marcia for another thirty four minutes.

The bell rings and Eddie is the first person out of the room for lunch, stopping at his locker and putting his backpack inside, grabbing his lunchbox, then meeting Stan at his in the next hallway over.

“How has your first day back, been?” Stan asks, not bothering to look up while he rummages through his bag, looking for something.

Eddie shrugs. “I’ve talked more today than I have all summer,” he admits.

Stan finds what he is looking for, his tin lunchbox, and shuts his locker, falling into step beside Eddie. “That’s good. Is Mauro as bad as I remember?”

“Ugh,” Eddie groans as confirmation, stopping when they reach Ben’s locker. Ben glances at them as he hangs up a picture of the Losers with a magnet.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

Stan hits Eddie’s shoulder lightly. “Kaspbrak has Mauro.”

Ben looks empathetic. “Sorry to hear it, man.”

Eddie presses his back up against the locker, looking up at the water stained ceiling. “I have the new kid in that class, at least.”

Ben gets excited, dropping one of the pictures he was hanging up. Stan moves to get it. “Really? Are they cool?”

Stan hands Ben the picture. It’s of Mrs Hanscom. “I thought he was annoying. He’s in my second hour American Lit class.”

Eddie frowns. “I thought he was nice. Kind of weird…”

“Definitely weird,” Stan says rolling his eyes. “He wouldn’t shut up.”

Ben is shutting his locker before either of them can respond. “Are we meeting the others in the lunchroom?”

They start walking. “Well, Mike said he would meet us there, and Bill said he was gonna meet up with Bev but I don’t know if that means we’re meeting them together or if they’ll meet us there -“

Stan is referring to Hanlon, of course. Not the new kid. Eddie’s head is already starting to hurt a little.

Ben and Stan argue the entire way to the lunchroom about whether or not they should seek out Bill and Beverly, but they find them sitting around their normal table with Mike anyway.

They are greeted with a trio of “hey guys”. Eddie sits next to Stan, who sits next to Bill, who is cuddled up close to Bev. Ben sits next to Mike, who is on Beverly’s other side.

They always bring their own lunches, Derry High is not known for its quality quinine, and usually trade with each other.

“Mom knows I don’t like h-ham sandwiches, yet she always g-g-gives them to m-me-“

“She’s just confusing you with Georgie,” Mike consoles, taking Bill’s ham sandwich and passing him his peanut butter and jelly one. Bill groans.

“Don’t bash Sharon,” Beverly objects, looping her arm through Bill’s. “You and Georgie are so alike that I can barely tell you apart.”

“He’s twelve!”

Beverly raises her eyebrows at her boyfriend. “What’s your point?”

Ben and Mike both laugh at the pair as they begin to argue about how similar Georgie and Bill may or may not be. Eddie slides Stan his carrots, so Stan hands over his boxes of raisins.

It goes on like this for a few minutes, before they notice the almost hush that has fallen across the lunch room.

Bill is cut off by Beverly in the middle of a very riveting point about how Georgie is ‘a little shit’, quickly silenced by his girlfriend’s persistent “look!”

Three people have entered the lunchroom, and it’s like a lightbulb goes off in Eddie’s brain.

Mike stands on the right, his chin up like it was when he stumbled into first hour. His fingers still twitch awkwardly at his sides. And there is Margo, on the left, her yellow and white getup the brightest thing in the lunchroom. Her mouth is stretched into a smile.

And in the middle, stands the tallest of the three. Eddie doesn’t know him, not yet, but feels like he can get a grasp of him just by looking at him. He is almost a whole foot taller than Margo, and at least five inches taller than Mike. His hair is curly like Margo’s but it is not contained by a headband, it curves out and around his face like Eddie had noticed Mike’s did, but it is far curlier than Mike’s and messier than Margo’s. His jaw is a bit more thin than Mike’s, and on his face sit probably the most broken pair of glasses that Eddie has ever seen. Not only are the glasses ugly, so are his clothes. A bright pink Hawaiian shirt over a sweatshirt , which hangs open and reveals the print on the sweatshirt that reads: HAWKINS AV CLUB . His jeans are practically in tatters, the cuffs rolled up and revealing mismatched socks, the left plain black and the right multicolored stripes. His converse are dirty and look like they’ve seen better days. Other than the clothes and the height and the hair, Eddie realizes, the three are identical.

The trio continue into the lunchroom. None of them seem all that bothered by the entire student body staring at them, albeit Mike is clearly twitchy and just waiting for someone to say something. Even the Bowers gang a few tables away have stopped yelling at some poor freshman to watch this spectacle.

When they pass The Losers, Margo waves at Eddie. He awkwardly lifts a hand in response.

Beverly is the first person out of the six of them to say something. “That’s the ugliest outfit I’ve ever seen.”

Stan holds an arm out. “ Thank you!”

Eddie starts giggling. Laughing . Laughing so hard he is sure that everyone’s gazes have left the new kids and have moved to him. They all know about the summer, anyway. It was only a matter of time before the attention left them and moved on to the scandal of the summer. Of the year .

It’s like Eddie was breaking in front of their very eyes. He hadn’t laughed this hard since before summer started. It was just so funny .

Beverly reaches across the table worriedly. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

Eddie is gasping for breaths, now, his hysterical laughter getting the better of him. A few tears run down his face.

Unbeknownst to The Losers, the trio are watching as some kid has a mental breakdown in the middle of the lunchroom.

Richie Tozier leans against the stack of lunch trays. “See? This kid gets it,” he says to his siblings, getting a glare in return from both of them.

And Eddie just laughs.

————————

When Richie was little, he made a list titled: THE PRO AND CON OF BEING A TRIPLETS. Since then, he’s grown older and gotten smarter and can write comprehensive sentences, but he likes to think that the core of the list has stayed the same.

The list goes like this:

PRO

-allways hav somewon to tallk to

-allways hav somewon to steele food with

-hide n seek

-they will stand up four yu wen the oder kids wont

CONS

-mikey gets in truble a lot becuz he protecs me an margo

-i get in truble a lot becuz i protec mikey and margo

-mama and daddy fite

-margo steeles my blankts

It’s a good list, Richie is quite proud of it. It’s stayed the same and then some more, even as they started to drift apart while they got older. Mike and Richie still got in too many fights defending their honor, sometimes with each other. Mike still has a scar on his chin and the middle of Richie’s glasses are held together by tape, not just from all of the times Mike has punched him in the nose. They loved each other, at the end of the day. The same goes for Margo, who was often at her wit’s end with Richie.

Maggie Tozier used to tell her children that they were more alike than they would like to think. Richie never would admit it to the other two, but he would have to agree.

Their new bedroom was roughly the size of their kitchen back in Indiana, which is to say, not very big. Not nearly big enough for three teenagers.

Richie stands on his bed, bouncing up and down absently, his feet never leaving the bare mattress. Every few seconds his curls would brush the ceiling, the bed frame creaking with every bounce.

“Shut the fuck up,” Margo says as she walks in. “I bet the whole building can hear you.”

Richie hops onto the floor and sits on the bed. “I’m just letting everyone know that I’m a really good lay.”

Mike follows Margo soon after and greets them with another, “shut the fuck up, Richie.”

Richie lays back, kicking his feet up. He is too long for his bed, so his feet hover over the end of Mike’s where their beds meet. Margo’s bed is on the other wall, but it is close enough for Richie to reach out and touch. Two dressers sit between the beds against the wall, both taller than they are wide. They have yet to figure out how they plan on splitting them between the three of them. Mike and Margo had both carried in the transparent tubs that they would be putting underneath their beds to hold the clothes they couldn’t fit in the dressers. Yet they still only brought a fraction of their things to their new home.

They hadn’t shared a room since they were babies, though Richie and Margo have spent many nights in Mike’s bed. It would be hard with these new twin beds, but they’ll manage.

“I’m bored,” Richie groans, staring up at the ceiling and trying to memorize the patterns already. “Can we go explore?”

There is a heavy thunk as Mike sets down two of the clear storage bins. “If you help us unpack we can go somewhere.”

Richie rolls over so his head is hanging over the side of the bed and his legs are propped up against the wall. Mike’s head looms over his, upside down and face set. He doesn’t look mean, not in the way Richie knows him to look usually, but he does look a little upset. Richie gives him a smile, the one where one side of his mouth turns up and his crooked teeth show.

“You suck,” Mike says. Richie reaches up and pats both sides of his brothers’ face affectionately. At this, Mike’s lips twitch to form the smallest of smiles, although it looks more like a frown from Richie’s point of view.

Mike’s face disappears a few seconds after their moment. Richie’s arms return to his sides and hit the mattress. His eyes flick up to the ceiling, then close.

Breathing in the scent of their new home, the smell of smoke from a few apartments away and mothballs, Richie counts down from ten in his head. Before he can even get to four, Margo is pulling him off of the bed and dragging him out of the room.

~

RIchie has never had an issue with meeting new people and being in new places. He’s friendly, a little obnoxious maybe , but friendly all the same. At his old school, he had the reputation of being a bit of a trashmouth, and got in more fights than he could count, but that didn’t mean that people didn’t like him. He didn’t really have friends, either, just his siblings to keep him company, but there were people who laughed at his jokes in class and other delinquents he would talk to while in detention. The point is- a new school wasn’t a problem for Richie.

For Margo and Mike, it was .

Margo worries about every little detail. She tries on every pair of pants that she owns in combination with every single shirt. Mike and Richie try to be good brothers, telling her that she looks great in every color and no that shirt does not make you look fat. Every outfit is the wrong one. The green pants make her ass look too big, and the blue and white striped shirt gives off a mime vibe. Margo’s words, not Richie’s.

Mike has always been hot headed, but he is still level headed . Mike is the kind of person who kicks and punches and throws things but never yells or screams. That’s what the days leading up to the first day of school are like with him, throwing pillows at Richie when he pushes too many buttons or storming out of the house when Margo refuses to give up the bathroom for two straight hours.

“The blue-jeans look better with the yellow button-up,” Richie says from his bed, half of his face in his pillow, “then you can wear the blue headband with the yellow shoes.”

Something is thrown from Mike’s bed, but it disappears behind Richie’s bed frame. “The yellow button-up makes your skin look blotchy.”

“Mike!” Richie whines, shoving the rest of his face into his pillow. He just wants to go to bed. They have school in the morning.

“He’s right!” Margo cries, tugging it off and digging through the pile of shirts on her bed once more. “It’s the hair, it’s too dark for this shade of yellow.”

Richie rolls onto his back and stares at the black curls that fall in front of his glasses. “Hey, we’ve all got the same hair.” Something bats at Richie’s foot. Richie looks down his bed at where Mike sits at the end of his own. “Okay, well, except for you . It’s the same color, the curliness doesn’t even matter-”

“We look like fucking bees -” Mike giggles. Richie laughs, too. He’s starting to think that they’re sleep-deprived.

Margo pulls out a white blouse and tugs it on, then moves to the pants pile, pulling out a pale pair of yellow ones. “People like bees,” Margo holds up the pants, “these?”

Richie claps and slips into a posh British accent. “Beautiful, darling, absolutely beautiful. A perfect outfit for tea with the queen, or perhaps a hot date with a young lad-”

“Beep beep,” his siblings say at the same time. Margo shrugs off the blue-jeans and replaces them with the yellow ones. Richie knows nothing about what colors look good with Margo’s complexion, but he likes the outfit.

“The cutest honey-bee in Derry High School,” Mike coos, clapping along with Richie.

Margo strikes a pose. Her brothers cheer and clap. Richie imagines them throwing flowers at her, like they used to when they were kids and she would show them her one woman shows in the garden.

She changes into pajamas, folding the clothes and carefully setting them on the dresser next to her bed, unceremoniously shoving the other clothes off of her bed.

Mike shuts off the light, the switch right above his head. Usually they talk for a little while before drifting off to sleep, but no one says anything tonight, too busy thinking about the school day ahead of them.

~

In the morning, Wentworth Tozier makes them a hearty breakfast of cereal and no milk.

Not because they don’t have milk, although Richie suspects that may also be a reason, but none of the Tozier kids like their cereal with milk anyway. Richie is the last at the table because he was the last out of bed, and slides into his chair between Mike and Margo in the middle of Mike’s riveting story about the dream he had last night. Richie reaches for the Froot-Loops, ‘RICHIE’ written on the top in sharpie, and pours them into the bowl. Margo is eating Apple Jacks and Mike is eating Cheerios, which have always been their go-to cereal choices.

“Good morning, Richie,” Went says, cutting off Mike. “How did you sleep?”

“Fine.” Richie sniffs and pushes his glasses up his nose with the back of his finger. “I’m ready for a fresh start.”

Margo rolls her eyes. “With that getup you’ll start a fight by lunch.”

Richie looks down at the hawaiian shirt and sweatshirt that he stole from Mike. “Not all of us care about first impressions. Besides, I’ll charm them with my impeccable charm and good looks.”

Mike snorts around his mouth full of cheerios. Richie reaches out and hits his arm. Mike leans over to shove back-

“ Boys ,” their father warns. Both boys stop, glaring at each other. They return to their cereal.

A few minutes later, the three of them are out the door and walking through the hallway of the apartment building. Richie holds his keys tightly in his hand. They reach the parking lot and get into Richie’s old chevy nova after throwing their backpacks in the trunk , Mike crawling into the back once Margo pulls the seat back. Richie slides into the driver’s seat and starts the car, the engine rumbling. The radio is on once it starts, the music up loud. A year ago it would’ve made Mike and Margo jump, but now Margo just leans forward and turns it down.

Richie pulls out of the parking lot the same time a pickup truck is pulling in. He lifts one of his hands on the wheel in a wave, and the man driving waves back, the other guy next to him giving him a wide smile. Once Richie has turned onto the road and away from the truck, Margo glances back at them. Richie can see a fiery redhead getting into the truck.

“I wonder if they go to Derry High.”

Mike leans up between the two of them. “Probably. It’s not like there’s another high school around here.”

They move downtown, which they have yet to explore. The highschool is down the road from the main street and up a hill, which makes Richie’s car engine rumble. Margo pats the dashboard affectionately, as if consoling it.

The parking lot it full by the time they get there, so Richie parks in one of the last spots in the corner of the lot. They timidly walk towards the front doors, sneaking glances at each other. “I’ll meet you guys back at the car after school, okay?” Richie starts.

“And we’ll meet outside of the lunchroom for lunch-”

“And if one of you two get in a fight-”

“It’s the first day!” Richie complains, shutting up his brother and sister who were beginning to talk over each other. He tosses his arms over both of their shoulders, even though they are both significantly shorter than him. “We’ll be good, we promise.”

Mike pats Richie’s hand. Margo wraps her arm around his torso.

They seperate by the stairs. Mike goes up them to go to his calculus class, and Margo goes to the left to go to English. Richie turns to the right and digs his schedule out of his pocket, hoping that he doesn’t get lost right away.

The first bell rings while he is in the middle of the hallway, and it’s like a flash, one second the hallways are crowded and the next, almost everyone has disappeared into classrooms. A few stragglers stand at their lockers or talk to teachers outside of classrooms.

“Shit,” Richie mutters, and beelines towards the classroom he knows to room 112, Mr. Ludo.

Mr. Ludo is balding and has a nasally voice that annoys Richie immediately. He doesn’t seem uptight or over demanding, though, just boring. History has never been Richie’s best subject, that’s more Margo’s thing, but he suffers through the class introductions and his classmates staring at him, but they turn their heads when he starts to talk their ears off. A guy who sits in the back of the classroom, Mr. Ludo calls him Mr. Bowers , clearly scares the other students in the room, as he is surrounded by empty desks, and insults anyone who gets even a little close. Richie can tell that they will be seeing each other in detention.

The bell rings and Richie is the first one out of the room. Bowers is right after him, shoulder checking him as he passes. Richie opens his mouth to yell after him, but bites his tongue when Margo walks by, heading in the direction of the history wing where Richie was coming out of. They don’t say anything to each other, just lock eyes and grab the others’ hand, just for a second, before they seperate.

Richie reaches his next classroom as the bell rings, just managing to slip in at the last second. A few kids laugh as he stands awkwardly at the front, the teacher watching amused from the door.

“You must be Richard Tozier,” says the woman who Richie knows to be Mrs. Klein.

“Richie,” he corrects.

Mrs. Klein nods and makes a note of it on a clipboard that she is holding. “Richie. Have a seat next to Mr. Uris up front.” She gestures to the seat next to a curly haired boy in the first row.

Richie sits, looking over at Uris, who is looking right back. “Hi!” Richie says once Mrs. Klein has her back turned and starts to pass out textbooks. “I’m Richie. You’re Mr. Uris.”

The kid blinks at him, like he wasn’t expecting him to be friendly. “It’s Stanley. Stan.”

“Stan the man!”

Stanley opens his mouth to say something back, but Mrs. Klein is handing him a stack of textbooks to pass to the row behind him before he can say anything. She does the same to Richie, who keeps his eyes trained on Stan and one of the corners of his mouth turned up in a lopsided smile. Richie keeps talking once Mrs. Klein has moved on to the next row. “Or perhaps Stanley the manley? Which do you prefer to be called?”

Stan sets his jaw tightly. “Neither of those .”

Richie rests his hand on his chin pensively. “Hm, I’ll have to come up with a better name, then. You can’t just not have a nickname.”

“Can yours be Dick?” Stan says, dryly. Richie laughs at this. Mike used to call him dick in class, and would get in trouble for it.

“Mr. Uris I’m glad you’re making friends, but I’m afraid you had all summer to do that,” Mrs. Klein snaps from her spot that the front of the classroom, where she has returned. Stan turns as pink as Richie’s shirt and sends him a death glare that once again reminds Richie of Mike. Richie just gives him one more smile and a thumbs up from underneath the desk.

Stan doesn’t look amused, sinking into his desk a little more. Mrs. Klein continues to talk about their syllabus, and the rules of the classroom. Richie sneaks glances at Stan, who is trying very hard to make it seem like he isn’t looking either, until the bell rings. It’s like Stanley has been counting down the seconds, because he is standing up the moment before it even rings. “Bye, Stanny!”

“That one sucks too!” Stan calls over his shoulder, leaving the room. Richie feels something like smugness. Stan seems like the kind of person he will enjoy annoying everyday.

The hallway is crowded once Richie leaves the classroom and starts to head towards the stairs at the other end, going upstairs for the first time at the school. The second floor has the same layout as the ground floor, with four long hallways split by the class subject. The foreign language half of the hallway is the smallest, just two classrooms at the end of the hallway to the right, just after the math classes. Spanish comes easy to Richie, just like jokes and accents and silly nicknames do, and Señora Benavidez laughs when Richie introduces himself as “Richie, never Richard and sometimes Dick.” Achievement Hour just seems like bullshit, an excuse for people to slack off for half an hour, but Richie just talks to Se ñnora Benavidez the whole hour, since he’s already talked off everyone else’s ears. The bell ringing feels like a breath of fresh air, Richie dashing out of the door and down the stairs, hoping to meet his siblings at the lunchroom doors before very many people have gotten inside.

No such luck. Mike and Margo take their time getting there, and Richie is the only one in the hallway once they appear around the corner.

“Took you long enough!” Richie snaps, approaching them and falling into step in between the two. “I practically ran down here.”

“I wanted to talk to the teacher who runs the AV Club and we got a little caught up. Talking about Hawkins and stuff.” Mike looks pointedly at the stolen sweatshirt on Richie’s person.

“And I met this really nice girl and she told me that she liked my headband and so we started talking about fashion-” Richie jokingly gags. Margo rolls her eyes. “Hey, you don’t have a black eye yet, at least.”

“I swear I just about almost punched this one kid after first hour-”

Mike pushes open the doors. They walk in and continue talking as normal, barely even notice that people have stopped their chatter and have started staring at them. Mike notices first, and Richie notices him notice. Mike gets all defensive and tight like he does when he’s upset, his jaw set tight and his chin turned up, and Richie can practically hear his blood starting to boil. Margo looks close to tears when he looks over at her, but he knows she’d never cry. They keep moving, like the three of them always do, and approach the lunch line.

The silence that has washed over the cafeteria is broken by some insane kid that Richie nearly falls in love with in just those few seconds. At first Richie thinks he might be crying, but upon further investigation, Richie realizes that he is laughing , the kind where your entire body shakes and tears roll out of your eyes. His friends look concerned, but Margo and Mike both look glad to have the attention torn away from them.

Richie leans against the stack of lunch trays. “See? This kid gets it,” he says to his siblings, getting a glare in return from both of them.

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it was final - (richie tozier) part 5 of 5

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: Back to where it all began, the heart of the town, the infamous house.

Author’s Note: this took me forever to write and feel free to leave any angry complaints about any damage I've caused

Word Count: 2,455

Warnings: Swearing, ?Angst?

 In some ideal world, where clowns didn’t exist to torture children, and boys didn’t pull knives on their own fathers, perhaps there’d be an ending in which everybody could be happy. But, it is inevitable for things to go terribly wrong.

For the longest time, your only fear had been the shapes of the shadows in your bedroom late at night. You would lay awake hoping that the pile of clothes on your floor wouldn’t start moving, or that at least the monster underneath would be polite enough to introduce itself before devouring you whole. Not before long, you had gotten over this fear, and had planted a new one, in the boy that made your heart and your eyes flutter. From that, grew not the fear of him, but the fear of a life without.

So, when the words left your mouth, “Go fuck yourself Richie,” you felt as if you had taken another leap off of the Quarry, but this time, without his hand in yours; and you thought to yourself whether or not that was how he felt when he had said, “you’re a real bitch you know that?”

-

“What’s the plan?” Beverly stood up next to Bill, sparing Richie a pitiful glance, remembering all the times she had caught him with you in this exact place.

“We should find Y/n, right? She’s the reason we’re here in the first place,” Eddie said. They all looked at Richie, who was staring at the ground, with his hands pulling slightly at his hair. “Rich, do you know where she could’ve gone?”

“M-m-maybe she wuh-went t-to the barrens?” added Bill, now wringing his hands and staring left and right down the street, looking for something.

“No. I don’t think she- she wouldn’t go to the Barrens,” Richie stood up, “and I don’t think we should find her, yet.”

“W-w-what?”

“Just think about it,” he started to pace, while Eddie shared a worried look with Beverly, “this summer, the times we saw IT individually weren’t that bad, yeah?”

“Sp-sp-speak for y-yourself,”

“I just mean, that the real shit, the shit that almost killed us, only started happening when Mike finally joined. When it became the 8 of us,”

“Richie, that- that was just a coincidence,” Beverly shook her head.

“No! No it wasn’t! Bill- you know what I’m talking about,” Richie turned to him, and it was as if he were looking through Bill.

“B-but it’s j-j-just the fuh-five of us this t-time,”

“I don’t think that matters. Honestly, Derry probably couldn’t be happier,”

“So what are you saying?” Eddie finally stood up, now there was a sharp pain in his arm that he chose to ignore, “just let Y/n deal with this by herself? Are you kidding-“

“When we left Derry, something broke, didn’t it?” Beverly turned to Bill.

“Y/n’s s-still a p-part of D-Derry. Sh-she never left,” he held onto her hand, “I think- w-we’re okay, o-or at least a-alive for now, wuh-while we’re sp-split up,”

Richie sighed, a mixture of relief and guilt for having let you walk away, “Okay, so what do we-“

“E-except y-you Richie,”

“Sorry, what-?”

-

You barely noticed where you were going, too distracted by the look Richie had given you before you turned to walk away, and how that could possibly be the last time you saw him. It probably wouldn’t have hurt so much if he didn’t smile, or if he begged you to stay. And if you had known that he had broken down the moment you turned the street corner, maybe you would have run back, and maybe you wouldn’t be standing in front of the infamous house on Neibolt Street. But you didn’t know, and your feet had crossed the threshold as soon as you realised that this was your worst idea yet.

“I know you’re not dead,” you whispered, walking past the lower floors, and straight up the stairs. If you had taken the time to look around, you would have noticed that behind the decaying wallpaper, ‘missing person’ posters plastered the drywall, displaying the faces of everybody who now lived in Derry, and the faces of those who had come back to save you. “I’ve had enough of your shit okay?” you didn’t bother to speak above a whisper, “but please,” you started to sob despite not being able to cry, “don’t hurt them- d-don’t hurt them, p-p-please.” The door shut behind you as you stumbled over the uneven floor and into the bathroom, where six months ago, you came face to face with IT for the first time.

-

“Y-you’ve a-already gone and s-seen her. And if y-your theory is t-true, I d-don’t think-“

“No, no that’s not what I meant!” Richie looked around at the others, who were staring at the ground awkwardly, not meeting his eyes.

“Richie, s-stop, I mean, y-you can actually go help Y/n in-instead,”

“She doesn’t want my help, she doesn’t even wanna fucking see me,” he sat back down on the curb, his face in his heads, barely audible, “she’s better off without me,”

They stood there in silence, unsure of what to say, until Eddie sat down, putting an arm around Richie’s shoulders. “I hate to agree with him Rich, but- I think she’d take any help at this point. And look,” he chewed his lip nervously, “we know that blood on you isn’t just hers.”

Richie looked up at Eddie, lost for words, shaking under his friend’s arm, when Beverly had just noticed the familiar dark red stain on his shirt from what must’ve been months ago.

“How- Richie isn’t that from-?” she took a step closer, and gasped when she realised that the blood was fresh, and much worse than she could remember.

“It happened ages ago, when Henry had his knife to my stomach,” his breathing hitched as he laughed, “You remember that right? When I punched him?”

“So, why is it- what happened to you?” Beverly couldn’t bring herself to laugh along with the others.

“B-by seeing Y/n, I- I think he’s kind of, I dunno, a part- part of Derry again,” Bill felt Beverly tense up beside him. “And, the same- the same thing tha-that’s happening to her, i-is happening to R-Richie.”

“And the blood on my hands, I think- the scars from when Stan cut us, they’re opening up?”

Bill nodded, noticing the look on Eddie’s face, and how he clutched his arm.

“E-Eddie-“

“I know where she is,” Richie had interrupted Bill, and stood up, “I’ll catch up with you later, and if Y/n’s not dead yet, I might bring her too,”

Eddie glared at him, “Beep beep, Richie.”

-

You stared at the drain in the middle of the tiled room, then at the broken toilet in the corner, remembering Richie’s joke from six months ago, and smiling, despite being too terrified to move. Your friends’ voices could be heard as if they were standing right next to you, yelling at Beverly to just fucking shoot it, and from the corner of your eye, you could see Ben cowering in the bathtub, clutching at his bleeding stomach.

 As you turned to help him and yell at the others, wondering why they weren’t doing anything, your feet slipped in the blood that had been dry not even two seconds ago. Your nose caught most of the impact from the edge of the tub, bringing back the throbbing pain, and at the same time, Richie had tripped over the house’s front steps; you both swore in unison, “fucking hell-”

The cut in his stomach had only gotten deeper as he made his way from Bill to you, and now, along with the renewed bleeding in his hands, he could taste blood in his mouth. Before standing up, he had taken his shirt off and wrapped it around his waist in an attempt to stem the flow, and carefully made his way back up the stairs. He reluctantly walked into the house and through to the living room, where his throat had become devoid of any saliva, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up, accompanied by goose bumps.

There, sitting on the couch and gathered around the coffee table, were a dozen or so mannequins, with red balloons for heads. The most he could get out was a sob, before the balloon closest to him had popped, splattering blood onto the furniture, the floor, and himself. If it weren’t for Richie noticing that his face stared back at him on the wall, remembering how he had seen that exact poster during the summer, he would still be standing with his feet glued to the floorboards, and in the presence of Pennywise the clown.

-

Beverly, Bill, and Eddie found themselves in a moral predicament. On one hand, they knew that Richie wouldn���t be coming back, but whether or not that meant he’d be alive was a question they couldn’t answer. And if he were in trouble, who’s to say that by risking their own lives, that they wouldn’t be putting him in even more danger.

“I d-don’t think Richie will m-muh-make it with that c-c-cut, Eddie’s a-arm’s getting b-bad again and he ha-hasn’t sp-spoken to Y/n since he- he’s been in Derry,”

“And we don’t know what’s happened to her either,” Eddie breathed in sharply, “for all we know- shit, I don’t even wanna think about what she’s gone through,”

“But what do we do Bill? If we all get together, won’t it just- what if Richie’s theory is true?” Beverly looked up from where she sat, her hands shaking as she fumbled with her hair.

“We- we’ve survived b-before, right? And this t-t-time should be eh-easier; when we left IT six muh-months ago, we hurt IT p-p-pretty badly,”

-

He ran up the stairs, tripping over every other step and looking over his shoulder, making sure that nothing had followed him. But it wouldn’t have mattered if something was, as in all the commotion, Richie’s contacts had fallen out; he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a rotting house plant and a murderous clown. When he reached the second floor landing he had quickly got to his feet, narrowly sidestepping a dead rat, and held his hands out for the closest thing to hold on to. This had been an array of stacked wine bottles, and much to his luck, they toppled to the ground, glass cutting his shins, but disrupting the conversation in the bathroom.

-

You sat slumped against the bathtub, one hand on the edge trying to pull yourself up, and one hand pinching the top of your nose, trying to stop the bleeding. If you hadn’t felt so weak, you might have jumped when you noticed that your reflection in the mirror stood where you sat, staring at you with a blank expression.

“You alright Y/n? What happened? Are you hurt?” the ‘you’ in the mirror repeated the words your dad had said when he found you in the kitchen, a dead cat two feet from where you cried.

“What are you?-“

“Did you do this? Did you do this? Did you dothis? Did youdothis? Didyoudothis?” your reflection’s head spun around, repeating the question over and over again, now in your dad’s voice. You found yourself unable to tell what was real and what wasn’t; hitting your head had rendered your mind foggy, and no matter how hard you tried to scream “I didn’t!” all that came from your lips were a sob. All that lay between you and the other ‘you’ had been a screen of glass, and even in your state of mind you realised that there was nothing you could do. But as you sat there, your body hurting from all that had happened in the past three days, almost hopeful that this would be the end of it, the shatter of glass hadn’t come from the mirror, but from the hall outside the bathroom door.

-

There had been no time to think that the sound had come from anything but Richie, if the situation were different you’d laugh at his clumsiness. Your reflection had stopped spinning, its head turned to the door, then back to you, and as you both made eye contact you yelled, “Richie?!”, finally able to stand up. Hearing your voice, he waded through the dark, calling your name, following the sound as you called back; a twisted game of Marco Polo. The door wouldn’t budge, you tried to turn the handle as Richie kicked and elbowed the door from the other side, and with every sob, you could hear glass slowly cracking, and small pieces falling into the sink below.

“Richie! I’m so sorry,” you fell back from the door, nails digging into the palm of your hands, “it’s useless!” Trapped in this room, with the continued rhythm of Richie kicking the door, it would drive anyone insane. You watched, tears streaming down your face, as the mirror gradually became nothing but a hole in the wall; a window to a room just like this one.

-

All at once the kicking had stopped, and the door stood perfectly still, the only sound being the drip, drip, dripping of glass against porcelain. You backed away into the corner of the room, at a loss for what to do, but you didn’t dare call for Richie, more scared of the lack of answer than any at all.

“Stand back!”

“Beverly?!” the shock of hearing her voice had left you unprepared for what happened next, and as the wall came forward, so did the bathtub and the tiles around you. Bits and pieces cut into your already bruised arms and legs, but the pain meant nothing as you lowered your arms to see Richie running toward you through the smoke and dust of the explosion. He smelled of blood as he wrapped himself around you, and you couldn’t help but cry as you thought, why is he so damn cold?

Whether he even had the strength to let go, he didn’t, he held on to you as your entire body shook; your eyes burned as they strained to look through the smoke, for something that wasn’t entirely human like. Everything was quiet for a moment as you felt Richie shiver against you, ash falling onto his skin, but the only thing that emerged from the dust had been Bill, coughing and spluttering, unable to stop the tears falling down his face.

“B-Bill is everything okay?” the moment you had opened your mouth, you began to cough too.

“We f-f-f-fucking did it,” you’d forgotten what Bill looked like when he smiled.

-

But Richie had lost too much blood.

AN: im aware of the irony of leaving a piece of writing titled ‘it was final’ with an open ending, but for the most part it WAS final, and i suppose it’s pretty self explanatory to what happens to him ):

hopefully you enjoyed!!! again sorry it took me so long, between being in a depressive slump and writer’s block, i tried my best to write whenever i could, which mainly meant me staring at the laptop screen for a few hours

i could always write an epilogue??? but honestly its time for more things but of course if anyone would want that, id be happy to, and it’d probably be pretty short

tagged: @riverdalerebel @johnsonxstilinski @littlepaperaeroplanes @tn22220-blog @goshdarnitthatsalongname @griff1ndor @emmaamalie @longlivethetampon

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A Sunday Kind of Love: Richie Tozier x Reader

Authors note: Heyo flowers! Here is my Chapter 2 of A Sunday Kind of Love! I will try and upload another chapter before the week is over! I might be busy because my classes are starting up tomorrow. But I hope you all like this chapter! I will try and have an upload schedule soon. I am also working on my spotify playlist for this! 

Warnings: Richie low-key throwing a hissy fit, Henry Bowers being himself, Richie being Richie, crying at school and a mention of smoking. 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

The bell rang, signaling the end of their class Y/N left as fast as she could, she was scared of saying something dumb about how she really liked the sonnets they learned, or how Richie to her was eternal summer when she looked at him. Even just thinking like this made her feel embarrassed, and scared of her feelings. As she was lost in her thoughts of Richie’s light and happiness, she felt herself run into someone, “Oh hey slut…” a low voice growled at you. Ladies and germs, the one and Henry Bowers and his pack of minions. “Sorry Henry, I wasn’t looking. Can I please get through.” You asked looking down at your feet, trying to subliminally submit to him. Henry roughly pushed you against the wall of lockers, the cold locks and metal digging into your back. “Henry, just let her go.” Vic Criss grumbled. You two got along quite well, you two became friendly when the two of you were paired up in a music class, which ended up with the two of you exchanging mixtapes and small conversations away from your friends. “Why would I do that Vic? Do you have a crush on her?” Henry snapped. Vic rolled his eyes “No. I have a class with her next and I really don’t want Mr.Mills to think I had any part in her getting hurt.” he calmly responded, you looked at him, with your eyes wide, he responded with a smirk.

“Hey, B-B-B-Bowers, l-l-leave her a-a-alone.” Bill demanded. You looked up at the ceiling knowing that you and The Loser’s Club were going to get beat up either before class or after school. Henry turned away from you and started walking towards Bill, Stan, and Eddie. You could see Eddie trying to reason with Bill to leave, and Stan trying to motion you to run to your music class down the hallway. “D-D-D-Did you S-S-Say S-S-Something Buh Buh Buh Billy?” Henry mocked maliciously. Bill stood up to him definitely “Y-y-you don’t s-s-scare m-m-me B-B-Bowers.” Henry cocked an eyebrow, “ Oh really? Does not finding your little brother scare you? Or maybe him being dead?” Bill tried to look tough, but his façade was cracking, because his biggest fear was to not find his little brother, or if they did he’d be dead. Henry smiled a terrifying grin, it looked like his smile could split his head in two, he had Bill where he wanted him. “Bill, just go,” you pleaded “ Don’t let my mistake break you.” You wanted to keep The Losers safe, they were your only friends after Greta turned your friends and most of the school against you. Patrick pushed you away from the lockers and whispered: “You’re lucky this time, next time you won’t have your boyfriend to protect you.”  Your cheeks heated up, today was just a day for you to feel embarrassed by boys.

As you sprinted down the halls of the school to get to your music class you collided into Richie who was just leaving your shared English class with the new kid. “Oof, Y/N what the hell?” Richie asked as you helped him up from the floor “Bowers and his goons.” you replied. Ben’s eyes went huge, “Where are they? Henry wants to kick my ass because I didn’t let him cheat off our math exam.” he squeaked out “ Well before I ran into you two they were in the hall up by the entrance.” Ben groaned “ I have to go that way.” “Just hide in the janitor’s closet, that’s what Y/N and I do when we want private time.” Richie disclosed while wiggling his eyebrows. “Beep Beep, Rich. And we hide there when Henry is looking for Richie, Ben, ignore Richie,” you replied. Ben giggled “Ok, hopefully, I won’t be late to class.”  “I suggest waiting 5 minutes, and if you are, say that there was a long line in the bathroom,” Richie advised. Ben ran off to find the constantly unlocked closet, while Richie walked up a little further “So Y/N, what are you up to after school?” Richie asked, “ Um, staying far away from Bowers, and then homework.” Richie looked over at her with a slight blush covering his freckled cheeks “Do you wanna maybe hang out and do homework together then?” You opened your mouth to say yes when a heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders. You turned your head and looked into Victor Criss’ eyes, which were crinkled with a smile, “Alright lucky duck, you ready to jam?” Vic asked happily. You nodded, and hunched your shoulders “Later Rich.” you said to him softly “Bye Trashmouth, avoid the exit and entrance after school, Ok?” Vic warned. He knew that you really liked Richie and since the two of you were friends, he wanted to keep you happy.

The two of you disappeared around the corner as Richie walked further down the hallway, that lead to his science class which he shared with the rest of The Losers Club. Richie started thinking that maybe you weren’t interested in his whole getup. Maybe you didn’t like his crass humor, his Hawaiian shirts, and his voices. Did you want someone cool, tough and somewhat nice like Victor Criss? Or someone headstrong, mature, and intelligent like Bill?

Richie didn’t hear the bell that warned that class was starting because he was too busy dealing with the possible idea of rejection in his head. As he turned into his science class his teacher looked up from the board “Ahh. Mr. Tozier, you decided to grace us with your presence, hope that didn’t take too much out of your schedule.” Richie smirked, “What can I say Mr. M, my presence is a present.” The class nervously giggled, while Mr.M pointed to Richie’s seat, Richie walked over in a ‘ don’t shoot the messenger’ stance.

He sat down next to Bill “Hey Bill, holy shit what happened to you?” Richie whispered loudly. Bill looked over at him with dried blood around his nose and a bruise forming around his eye “W-W-What R-R-Richie you d-d-don’t l-l-like m-my new look?” Bill smiled. Richie chuckled in response “Ah, Big Bill the ladies are dropping their-”

“Mr.Tozier, what seems to be more important to you than the mitochondria?” Mr.M interrupted “ Ah, yes, Mr.M the mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell. What’s more important? Nothing, Nada, Zilch. This will be the only thing I will remember from good old Derry High School.”  His science teacher’s ears started to grow red with annoyance “One more quip like that young man and you’ll find yourself in detention today.” Richie sighed “Alright, sorry.” Everyone in the class was taken aback, The Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier said Sorry, to a teacher! Everyone thought hell must have frozen over, “O-O-Okay thank you, Mr. Tozier. Now class the mitochondria, the powerhouse of the cell. Nice phrase Mr.Tozier five extra credit points.” Richie blushed fiercely, he didn’t like showing off how smart he was, he had a reputation to uphold. But did that reputation matter to him anymore?

Victor passed Y/N a note, she glanced over at him, and he signaled her to read it ‘ Two things Y/N. 1st, I have a new mixtape for you, and 2nd you like the Trashmouth’. You felt your chest and the tips of your ears heat up. ‘Two things Vic, 1st. HELL YEA, I have one for you it’s in my locker. And 2nd Um what makes you say that?!’ You quickly threw the note over to Victor, not wanting to be caught by your music teacher. Vic turned to you and smiled wildly, he knew that you had the biggest and honestly soul-crushing, crush on Richie Tozier. He quickly wrote down his response trying not to be caught by their teacher who was going on about how soul and jazz music is still shaping American music. Victor quickly folded his response to you and tossed it across the aisle. ‘ You totally like Tozier, don’t worry Y/N your secret is safe with me. I won’t let Bowers hurt you or him. We’re friends, it’s what friends do. You know not letting their other friends beat up your friend and her friends. ;)’ As you read this note you started to realize, Victor was a genuinely sweet guy. He really did care about you, and that made you happy, you two really are friends. You quickly wrote back ‘ Come with me to my locker for your mixtape, ya big softy.’ As you passed it back to him your teacher called on you to name one famous R&B or blues or soul song. “Um, would uh, A Sunday kind of love, um be one?” you questioned timidly. Your teacher nodded “Good choice Y/L/N, all right class that is your assignment for the week. .Make someone you love a mixtape or a song list of blues, R&B or soul.”  

Vic turned over to you and gave you a crooked smile, and mouthed “Give it to Richie, or I will.” And he winked at you. Oh no, you thought, he’s going to really make me tell Richie my real feelings. Your nerves came back and in full effect,this could end either really well, or really bad. The bell chimed, dismissing your class, and your music teacher shouted after the class to remind them of this weekend’s homework. Vic leaped up grabbing your hand to whisk you out of the class. As the two of you walked out of the class, he kept murmuring in your ear about how you and Richie would be the cutest couple in Derry.

Richie and the rest of The Losers Club left their science class, talking loudly with one another, trying to hear their conversation over the other conversations going on in the hallway. Richie looked up expecting Y/N to be at her locker either talking to Beverly Marsh or occasionally Betty Ripsom, but instead, you were smiling and laughing with Victor Criss. Your eyes were scrunched together in laughter as Victor Criss stood over her with his arm resting on the top of her locker with a smile dancing on his face. Richie felt a pang of sadness, of course, Y/N would never like a guy like Richie, she only wants cool tough guys.

“H-H-Hey R-R-Richie. What’s Y/N d-d-doing t-t-talking to V-V-Victor C-C-Criss?” Bill asked in an annoyed tone. Richie shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, I didn’t even know that they knew each other on like a friendly basis.” Richie professed. Stan looked over at him “ Richie I bet it’s nothing, maybe he’s talking to her about a class.”  Richie shrugged again, he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. You looked so happy with him, and you had such a hold on Richie. “What’s Y/N giving Victor?” Eddie asked nervously. Richie whipped his head so fast that his glasses nearly flew off, Y/N was handing Victor a small black case, probably a cassette tape. She blushed as he pulled one from his leather jacket pocket, as he handed it to her he looked exactly at Richie and smiled. Richie looked at him confused, Victor never smiled, unless he was planning something rotten, or now looking at Y/N. Richie watched as Victor gave you a hug and a kiss on your cheek, and he saw your cheeks heat up and turn bright pink.

The Losers Club was now in earshot of Victor and Y/N’s conversation,

“ Aww Y/N you know you love me,” Victor crooned to her. She laughed

“Do I really have a choice now?” She retorted back sassily.

“Not anymore doll,” He replied in a low husky voice. He grabbed your chin and gave you a kiss on the nose. “ I’ll see you tomorrow darling.”

Y/N blushed harder than before “Okay Vic, have a good day.” she replied

“So Y/N, is that your new boyfriend.” Richie spat at Y/N venomously.

“W-W-What? Richie, we are just friends, Vic has never done that before.” Y/N answered in a confused voice. Richie scoffed at her and started to walk away, not before he shoulder checked her into the locker. Bill looked at Y/N sadly, like he knew she was telling the truth, but he knew Richie longer so his loyalty was with Richie, and he walked away from Y/N. Stan gave her a knowing look and gave her shoulder a squeeze as he walked away following Richie and Bill. Eddie didn’t leave, “Y/N, y’know Richie really cares for you, and it really hurts to see him like this. I just really hope you know how much he likes you and cares for you.” and after his words of wisdom and warning, he left to catch up with The Losers Club.

   Watching the group of the four boys walk out to the front of the school, you realized. You were alone, and you ruined everything. Your eyes started to betray you, a few tear drops slid down your face. ‘Oh God’, you inwardly thought, ‘I am actually crying at school, this is the most embarrassing thing.’  You stuck your head into your locker to hide your face, “Hey.” A light voice caused your head to whip out, with tears streaming down your face. “Oh, hey Bev.” Beverly Marsh, one of the other girls who was ostracized from the school, the two of you had pre-algebra together. “I saw Richie throw a little hissy fit. You ok?” Her blue eyes were filled with concern. You smiled as hard as you could, “Not really, I think I really messed things up with him and his friends.” She wrinkled her brows together, “ Wanna come out for a smoke?” She asked she was probably trying to distract you from your feelings and your very wounded heart. You sighed deeply, “Sure, why not.”

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Grease! AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Chapter: 3/7 

Alternate reality where Eddie Kaspbrak is a boy from New York visiting the small town of Derry for the Summer and so happens to have met the greaser himself, Richie Tozier.

Characters: Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak, Beverly Marsh, Ben Hanscom, Stan Uris, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough, Audra Phillips

Pairings: Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly, Maudra (Audra x Mike!)

Warnings: Homophobia, swearing, underage drinking and smoking

Word Count: 2,094

Author Notes: Chapters will be based on a song from the movie, I’m not sure if I’ll do each song but if there’s a specific song you would like me to include, let me know in my ask box!

Also, the losers are very ooc. I understand they’re nothing like the way I’m portraying them in my story. Please do not get angry for the way I’m writing them, it’s apart of this au solely and that’s not how I actually view them.

Quick thank you to @get-fcking-reddie for the suggestion of Audra x Mike!

Tags: @universal-gay

What's that playing on the radio, why do I start swaying to and fro I have never heard that song before, but if I don't hear it anymore It's still familiar to me, sends a thrill right through me Cause those chords remind me of the night that I first fell in love to

It had been about a month and a half since the pep rally incident. After long and continuous “move on” and “He’s not worth it” from Bev and Audra, Eddie found himself mustering up some courage and agreed to go on a date with the football player he met at the pep rally. While the town of Derry was very much homophobic and Justin, the football player, was a closeted gay--both boys agreed to have dinner at the local diner. 

However, it had to be kept on the down-low; The date would be on Tuesday afternoon-a time when the diner wouldn’t be busy-and if anyone asked, they were just friends.  

“This is...nice,” Eddie bit his lip trying to make conversation.

“I guess...this place isn’t anything fancy. Although, the guys and I broke an arcade machine here once..” Justin shrugged eating some fries that were placed between both boys.

He continued to talk about the great broken arcade machine story while Eddie looked around the diner. His eyes landed on the juke box sitting near the hallway that led to the restrooms.

“Give me fifty cents, yeah?” Eddie interrupted Justin.

“Why?”

“Just give me fifty cents. It’ll be quick.”

Justin handed over fifty cents with a large amount of confusion placed all over his face, Eddie took the money and walked down to the jukebox. He inserted the two quarters and began to shuffle through the choices of songs.

Down the hallway that was next to the juke box, Richie Tozier had stepped out of the bathroom. He was running his hands through his hair when he heard the familiar sounds, it was the beginning of Africa by Toto. Something about it made him feel at home. It was the song that was playing when he and Eddie first met at the Quarry. 

Richie knew someone was standing behind him, as a matter of fact, he got a glance at the cute boy when he was wondering around the quarry. Silence was nice to have at times but Richie liked to smoke while listening to music. He brought over the boombox he stole from Ben and let the radio be his DJ for the hour. Africa by Toto began to play when he heard the boys’ footsteps. The cute boy. Cute, cute, cute...

Richie stopped in his steps when he saw the familiar brown hair standing in front of the juke box, he seemed satisfied with his choice of song and began walking back to where his table was. Richie picked up his pace and grabbed Eddie’s wrist before he could take another step.

“Ed’s,” Richie breathed.

“Don’t touch me,” Eddie growled but kept his voice low, despite the diner being mainly empty, he still didn’t want to cause a scene with the people that were there. 

“Please, it’ll only take two minutes. I just wanna talk,” Richie pleaded.

“You sure had a lot to say at the pep rally,” 

“You have to understand that wasn’t me Ed’s- none of that was,” 

“Don’t. You don’t get to call me that and pretend everything is okay Richie,” Eddie snapped.

“Eddie-” Richie bit his lip, from the corner of his eye, he could see the guys stepping into the diner after taking their smoke break.

“No Richie. You had your chance, besides, I’m with Justin now. He’s a sweet guy.” Eddie sighed and gave a small smile at Justin who made eye contact with him.

Richie wasn’t used to whatever pain that was tingling in his chest. he wasn’t used to rejection. He was Richie Tozier. Secret bisexual but could also get any boy or girl in his room then leave the next day and not think anything of it. Why was Eddie different? 

Because Eddie Kaspbrak had morals.

Because some stupid song called Africa was playing the day Richie Tozier fell in love with Eddie Kaspbrak and it fucking hurts him.

Beatings of my broken heart will rise the first place of the charts, Oh, my heart arranges, oh, those magic changes

Meanwhile, a month and a half earlier, Stanley Uris and Bill Denbrough were still closeted gays. 

Key word; were.

Stan and Bill didn’t think anyone would be in the area they parked at the drive-in. They parked in an area where they couldn’t even see the movie, it was far off to the side and the car wasn’t even parked in the direction of the large screen. So it was a surprise when Henry Bowers and his crew showed up hooting and hollering at both boys.

The thing was, Stan and Bill weren’t sucking face; They weren’t urging to take each others pants off. No, they were having a small and quiet conversation. Stan wasn’t some asshole who is always out to get someone and Bill wasn’t some leather jacket wearing asshole who does weed under the bleachers (That was Richie). With their quiet and shy conversation, they shared small pecks every once in a while. They knew being at the drive in would be Taboo, Bill even offered to drive back to his house on the way, but Stan insisted that they go the drive in.

Now that Henry and his merry band caught the two boys exchanging a soft kiss, they paraded with how much they were going to be able to torment the two boys. Now don’t get anyone wrong, the T birds nor the Pink Ladies take any of the Bowers Gang shit but when your closeted gay and the guy who holds a lot power just caught you kissing another dude, the situation is different.

“Denbrough? You’re one of those fags?” Henry sneered.

Bill only stood silent, letting the word fag run around in his mind.

“Now Uris. I’m not surprised. I’ve always known he’s one of those faggots, but you-You, I didn’t expect this!” Henry laughed while his gang snickered behind him like a bunch of hyenas. 

“L-leave him a-alone!” Bill snapped but it wasn’t very intimidating, his stutter really took control when he felt scared--And in this case, he was scared shitless.

He nor Stan were afraid of Bowers, they were afraid of what he was capable of. 

“Y-you w-want me t-to l-leave him a-alone?” He mocked him and stepped towards the car that had the roof down. 

“Henry, you can’t tell anyone. Please.” Stan pleaded but his voice came as low as a whisper.

“What was that Stanley? Begging? Whatever happened to the Stan who made people plead for him? I’m sure you would plead to suck my-” Henry didn’t finish the sentence by the time Bill hopped out the car and swung at Henry, sending him flying towards the car. 

“Bill!” Stan screamed but Henry had already tackled the Denbrough boy.

As strong as Bill was, he was outnumbered. Four against one. Stan froze as he watched his boyfriend get the shit kicked out of him.

Henry grabbed Bill by the collar of his shirt and held him to the point where Bill could feel his hot breath breathing against his, “If you don’t want people to know that you’re a fag, you’re gonna have to race us at Thunder Road,”

Bill could only nod as Henry continued, “You have until the end of the year to fix that shit box you call a car. I can’t guarantee that I can hold a secret for that long.” 

Henry let go of Bill and walked off with his crew.

Stan ran over to Bill and carried him to the passengers seat. Stan started the engine and began to drive back to his house, he prayed that his parents weren’t home. One good thing came out of that night, Stan’s parents weren’t home. 

The car ride had been silent, the radio static was the only thing that kept them company. Stan led Bill upstairs and to the bathroom. He pulled out the first aid kit and tended to Bill’s wounds.

“Bill?”

“Yeah?”

“We can’t do this, not anymore,” Stan whispered looking down at his feet.

“S-stan? No? W-we can m-make this w-work, this is o-our l-last y-year then w-we l-leave this s-shit hole!” Bill rose his voice a bit.

“This isn’t going to work if we’re constantly targeted and who knows how far Henry and his stupid crew will go!” Stan argued

“S-stan, it’s s-something w-we’re j-just g-going to have to d-deal w-with, besides w-we have until-”

“No Bill! We’re not doing this anymore!”

“S-stan P-please!”

“I’m doing this to protect you!”

“If you ever loved me, you wouldn’t fucking let Henry get in the way of us.” Bill snapped, his stutter disappearing along with his love for the curly haired boy.

I'll be waiting by the radio, you'll come back to me someday, I know Been so lonesome since our last goodbye, but I'm singin' as I cry 

It was now January. No one understood why Stan always seemed like he had a stick up his ass and no one understood why Bill had practically made home in the car shop. Eddie didn’t need to hear Stan’s comments about everything he did. Meanwhile, Richie was stuck as Mike and Audra’s third wheel since Bill called Ben to help him out with the wheel. 

“Hey Audra, would you-um-be my date to the Winter formal?” Mike scratched the back of his neck, he sounded like a middle schooler asking his crush out.

Richie only rolled eyes when Audra happily squealed yes and practically threw herself at him. Richie got up and walked towards the other end of the bleachers. Richie lit up a cigarette while Eddie sat in the stands with his secret boyfriend who was taking a break from football practice. 

Richie turned his head when he saw Eddie and whatever-his-name-was share a quick peck when they figured no one was looking. Richie felt anger build up in his chest, he threw his unfinished cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. He marched towards the track coach.

“Coach, I wanna join the team,” Richie instantly demanded.

“Tozier? Athletic?” The coach rose an eyebrow.

“Just let me try out Coach’ everyone deserves a fair try out, don’t they?” Richie smirked.

The coach only sighed and told Richie to change into athletic wear, which Richie thankfully had in his locker. Half an hour later, the team was finally done with warm ups and set off on the track. Richie jogged, trying to let his mind focus on anything but Eddie.

Anything but Eddie’s brown eyes. Anything but Eddie’s brown, soft curly hair. Anything but Eddie’s smile. 

Eddie was still sitting at the bleachers, trying to focus on the football but his eyes kept wondering off to focus on Richie.

Richie let his focus become about Eddie and Eddie only. He focused on Eddie sitting on the bleachers in his overalls. Cute, cute, cute!

Richie quickened his pace to turn his jog into a sprint but didn’t realize his shoelaces were untied. He tripped over his laces as Eddie watched and it sent him tumbling across the track.

“Richie!” Eddie shouted running towards the boy. 

Eddie quickly pulled some bandages from his bag and began to patch up Richie. Richie could only feel his tummy erupt with butterflies with the feeling of Eddie’s touch.

“Jesus Rich, you have to be more careful next time, are you okay?”

Richie only smiled, “Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I just fell for you,”

Eddie could only bite back his smile but failed, “You’re an idiot Richie Tozier,”

“Listen Ed’s, let me make it up to you. Be my date to the winter formal,” Richie bit his lip then continued, “I can’t keep waiting for you. I need you now. I’ve been listening to our stupid song that was playing when we first met. I can’t keep missing you, I need you.”

Eddie quickly looked around and when he noticed no one was watching, he smashed his lips with Richie’s but quickly pulled apart, “Of course Chee.”

“What about your boyfriend?” Richie tried so hard to contain his excitement. The boy he pinned over for so long, the boy he loved was finally his again. 

“He’s an airhead. He loves his muscles more than anything,”

Eddie continued, “Now the real question is, will our suits or ties match?”

[edwardcullenasseater]

Typical (Reddie)

Fandom: It (2017)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 2077

Warnings: Swearing, Possible Out-of-Character-ness, Character Death

A/N: Ya’ll, I don’t write very much because I don’t have the time, but I had a creative narrative assignment in English, and though the plot is completely mine, I imagined all the people as the characters from It (2017), so since it’s about a love story, it’s technically a Reddie fic. It’s very sad. I’ll warn you right now. Enjoy xxx.

I opened my eyes to Eddie’s bedroom. He was just getting up, his alarm notifying him that he had 30 minutes before he had to be at school. I sat in the corner, watching him. “Morning Eds.” He didn’t respond. Typical.

Watching Eddie approach his dresser to change, I turned around, facing the wall. He hated people watching him change, even me. My eyes were drawn to a polaroid picture of him and I, pinned to his bulletin board. It was captioned, “Richie and Eddie” in his handwriting, with a small heart. I smiled to myself. That was our six month anniversary. Glancing to the left, I read the calendar. Today; May 14th, 1994.

After what had seemed like five minutes, I turned back around and noticed Eddie’s absence. Worried that he’d left without me, I frantically ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out the front of the house. Eddie was starting his car. Hopping in shotgun, I turned to him. “Why didn’t you wait for me dumbass?” He checked the rearview mirror and began to back out of the driveway, ignoring my presence. Typical.

I couldn’t help but grin as I sat, listening to Eddie sing along with the radio on the way to Derry High School. He always did that, and I usually joined in. I wasn’t feeling up to it today, so I just listened as my boyfriend serenaded me.

Giving him a once-over, I noted Eddie’s outfit. An orange striped t-shirt and baggy jeans. He wore that shirt a lot, I assumed that it was his favorite. He was wearing my black converse. I used to wear those everyday. Today I wore black jeans and a tie-dyed hoodie. I’d been wearing this hoodie for about two months.

After the ending fade of a Beatles song, one of which I could not name for the life of me, a different song came on. I turned to him as the smile left his face. It was our song. A memory came to me, the first time him and I’d met. My friends Bill and Stan had convinced me to come to a dumb party being held by a girl Bill liked. This was about a year ago. When this song started playing, I’d just bumped into Eddie, spilling my beer all over his white shirt.

As I could hear echoes of his frantic apologies, the first time I heard his voice, Eddie’s hand shot to the controls, turning off the music and snapping me out of my reminiscent state. I turned to him, hurt. “Why’d you turn it off?” Eddie swallowed and pulled up to the school, disregarding my question. Typical.

The car came to a stop in its usual parking spot, and Eddie and I both got out, slamming the doors shut in unison. Standing in front of the school were Bill, Stan, and our other closest friends, Ben and Mike. They always waited for us.

“H-hey Eddie,” Bill greeted my boyfriend, not sparing me a glance. I was used to this by now. After exchanging hello’s with each other, we walked up the steps and into the building. “How’re y-you holding up b-bud?”

“I’m fine Bill. It’s been two months.” Eddie doesn’t make eye contact as the three of us separate from the rest of the group, our classes being in the west wing of the school.

“Exactly. T-today marks two m-months. T-that’s why I asked,” Bill stopped at his locker, fiddling with the lock as Eddie leaned on the one next to it. I stood between them, but Eddie paid me no attention as he continued to talk to Bill.

“Dude, I’m one hundred twenty percent okay.”

“That’s not possible, babe,” I said in his direction. He kept his gaze on Bill, like he didn’t even hear what I said. Typical.

“If you s-say so,” Our stuttering friend shut his locker, books in hand, and walked across the hall and into his first period class, leaving Eddie and I alone to walk down the hallway. We didn’t speak. There was no point in trying. I knew he wouldn’t talk to me.

I rested my head on my hand and watched Eddie in the desk next to mine, frustratedly trying to focus on what our English teacher was saying. The girl behind us, Beverly, was whispering rather loudly to her neighbor, and Eddie, though annoyed, couldn’t bring himself to ask her to stop. I wanted to, but I knew Beverly wouldn’t listen to me.

Eddie looked at the clock, and gave up on trying to understand the lesson with less than five minutes of class left. He turned his gaze to me, moreso where I sat, and sighed, his upset face revealing that he wanted to talk to me, or at least, that’s what I hoped he was thinking.

I remembered the day I asked Eddie out. We were sitting in these very seats during detention, one of the last days of the school year. Eddie was there because he refused to use the textbook for studying before finals, worried about the “disgusting amount of germs that could be on a book that’s been used by so many”. I was there because I swore at the teacher for yelling at Eddie. We passed notes back and forth, our little loophole in the ‘No Talking’ rule.

I took myself back to that day, and I could remember the words on the piece of notebook paper that I pictured in front of me.

hey Eddie Spageti

Never call me that, and Richie, you spelled spaghetti wrong.You’re 17, learn to spell.

would you be willing to join me at the movies friday night. batman returns is supposed to be good

Like, just the two of us? Just hanging out?

i was thinking more like a date

Are you serious?

yea why wouldnt i be

I didn’t know you were interested in a more-than-friendship with me, Rich.

wat can i say Eds? The fanny pack really got me

Shut up.

i’ll take that as a yes. see you friday at 7

Eddie stopped wearing fanny packs after he got out of middle school, but after seeing pictures, I couldn’t resist teasing him about it. I was again pulled out of my flashback-esque state, this time by the schoolbell. Thus marked the end of this period, and the beginning of the five minutes Eddie and I had to get to the cafeteria and find a table to fit all of our friends.

We got up from our seats, hoisting our bags onto our shoulders and leaving the classroom. After a small silent walk down a couple hallways, we crossed the threshold of lunchroom. I immediately found our small friend group at a table near the back, and pointed over to them. Eddie didn’t notice, and took thirty more seconds to find them on his own. Typical.

We made our way over. Bill, Mike, Stan, and Ben all sat at the table, with an open seat between Mike and Bill for Eddie. I huffed. They never got me a seat, forcing me to stand against the table during lunch.

“Hey Eddie,” Ben looked up from his notebook at my boyfriend from across the circular table, “How do you feel?”

“…Fine? Why?” Eddie seemed less puzzled and more annoyed as the five of us turned to him expectantly.  “Why does everyone seem so concerned about ‘how I feel’?” He held up air quotes.

“Well, today is–”

“M-Mike, guys, just d-drop it.” Bill stopped any more questions from coming Eddie’s way, and the table went silent. All the guys made small talk for the rest of lunch, except Eddie and I. He sat there quietly, seemingly deep in thought. I stood behind him and put my hand on his shoulder, rubbing my thumb against his neck. He didn’t react. Typical.

“How was school Edward?” Eddie’s mom was sat in her recliner when he and I walked through the door. She ignored my presence, like Eddie, who replied.

“It was fine, Mommy.” I smirked. Eddie was 17 and still called his mother ‘Mommy’. It was endearing.

“Are you doing okay? How’s today been?”

Eddie groaned and ascended up the stairs, slamming the door shut when he reached his room. He obviously didn’t want to talk about today with anyone. I followed him, entering the room without noise. “Eds, they’re just trying to talk to you.”

For the first time, it looked like Eddie was acknowledging what I’d said to him. He laid on his bed with a huff, looking at the ceiling. “Why can’t people understand that I don’t want to talk about today. Today is like any other day. Wake up, get ready, go to school, talk to Bill, talk to–” Eddie stopped abruptly. He looked past me to the picture of us on his wall. He closed his eyes, sighing.

I laid next to him on the bed, wrapping my arm around his waist as he turned to his side. He made no movement in response. This was typical.

My love and I slowly fell asleep, my breathing in time with his.

Eddie shot up rapidly, causing my arm to fly off him. He was breathing heavily, and there were tears in his eyes. I looked at the clock from where I laid next to him. 10:34pm. Eddie’s mom didn’t call us down for dinner. I sat up and rubbed Eddie’s back. After his breathing seemed to slow, I got up, checking if any of the lights in the house were on.

It was as dark as the neighborhood outside his bedroom window, save a few street lights. I sat back down, and Eddie got up. He ran over to the door, grabbing his coat as he swung it open. I left the bed again, following him without question.

Eddie slipped my converse on and sped out the front of the house, and of course, I had to follow. “Where are we going Eds? Eds?” I called out. He continued to run down the drive, and turned down the sidewalk. He ignored my shouts. Typical.

As it started to sprinkle, I was given the choice of letting him go, or chasing after him.

I took off down the drive, hoping I could catch up.

The rain took me back to that day. Eddie and I were walking back from the movies, about two months ago. It was dark, and we were soaked through our sweatshirts and jeans. I walked easily with my arm around him, seeing as I towered over him at 5’10 while he stood at a 5’6. We laughed together as the rain hit our faces, covering my glasses with water droplets.

I couldn’t see. That was my only excuse.

We were crossing the street, trying to get to the diner that we’d eaten at so many times before. We’d crossed this street so many times before.

My glasses were covered in water droplets. I couldn’t see it.

The sound of a metal gate being swung open broke me from my thoughts, and I saw where Eddie had taken us. Derry Cemetery.

We both passed through the entryway, and slowed our running to an exhausted walk. “Eddie, why are we here?” He said nothing as he approached the left end. As typical as this was, I realized where he was going.

I trailed behind the boy I loved as he approached the headstone that marked two months ago today.

Eddie collapsed to his knees in front of the stone, wailing in pain. He let out a sob, and tears streamed down his face as he ran his fingers over the letters.

Richard “Richie” Tozier

Beloved Son, Friend, Lover

October 27th, 1976 - March 14th, 1994

His fingers lingered over the word ‘Lover’. “Why did you leave me Richie?” Eddie screamed at the grave below him. “Why couldn’t you have just looked where you were fucking going?”

Saltier droplets ran down my face now, mixing with the rain. “My glasses were covered in water droplets! I couldn’t see the car!” I yelled back. Eddie continued to sob on the soggy ground of the cemetery. All I could do was watch, and feel the pain radiate from his body.

“Why’d you have to leave?” Eddie’s voice was barely audible over the sound of the now pouring rain.

“I’m sorry, Eds.”  He didn’t respond. Typical.