#Im literally jumping off the walls and doin damn backflips

[starbittzzy]

WOOP WOOPP!! 🎉

I LITERALLY COULDNT STOP SMILING WATCHING THIS THE WHOLE TIME!!!

The future for Lackadaisy is so bright and im so happy im here to experience it!!! Super excited to see more! 🩷

I love him so omg

[elle-in-hell]

when the day met the night (ch. 3)

yo hey so it's been a while so here's a v long chapter(or at least long compared to the first two) for you guys! due to the fact that I am restricted to posting on mobile for the next few days at least, I am unable to link to the previous chapters as well as ao3, but the chapter will be posted there as well and both previous chapters can also be found on my blog:) enjoy!

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Skip to three hours later and Eddie is counting down the last few minutes until he and Stan can finally close up shop and go home. No one goes shopping for flowers at nine o’clock at night, but apparently they have to keep the shop open until then just in case.

No one had ever come in after seven before.

That is, until that day.

Bev took her best friend by the wrist and practically dragged him out of his own truck. She led him inside, almost jumping at the sound of the bell chiming, and Richie immediately groaned.

“C’mon, hun, you can’t do this forever,” she whisper-scolded as the two approached the front counter where two very surprised boys stood awkwardly.

“H-hello? How can we help you?” Stan asked, nervously looking at the two as Richie immediately straightened up and smiled a little at the familiar small boy.

Bev seemed to have a plan, but none of that stopped Richie from thinking he was going to just make a fool of himself in front of the two.

“Hey boys, well this dipshit over here was supposed to give me a tattoo today, but I was feeling a bit sick and didn’t come into work, so now I had to drag him down here to do it, so could I get your help with this?” She looked right at Eddie as she said it, reading the name on his tag that Richie had told her earlier. He looked terrified, honestly.

Then again, in the middle of the night, two nineteen-year-olds in matching leather jackets and a girl with about five piercings, just that they could see, waltzed into their tiny little shop talking about tattoos, so they couldn’t blame him.

“I need floral advice,” she spoke with an awkward authoritativeness as she folded her arms over her chest. Her sleeves rode up slightly, revealing a slingshot tattooed on her hand mirroring the shape of her thumb and pointer finger.

The two boys looked between each other before Stan nudged Eddie, sending him to the two friends.

“I don’t know shit about tattoos, but if you’re looking for flowers I can at least try,” he said with a shy smile as Beverly beamed.

“Perfect! I’ve been wanting something on the more traditional side for ages now, but maybe if you have any bad-ass looking flowers or maybe something with a cool meaning, then I’ll get it inked.”

Eddie looked terrified behind his eyes, understandably overwhelmed by the pressure of choosing a stranger’s tattoo. He walked towards a display on the wall and began to look through dozens of colors and types of flowers, his hands shaking slightly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, seriously, anything you could come up with is about a hundred times better than anything I could, Eds,” Richie said softly, yet still with a hint of comedic tone in his voice as he approached the smaller boy.

Eddie blushed, keeping his eyes on the flowers and refusing to look the boy in the eye.

“Don’t call me Eds,” he grumbled so quietly it was almost inaudible.

Richie smirked, leaning in closer to the boy.

“What was that, Eds?”

Eddie groaned, still blushing to himself.

“Shut up, asshole, just help me look around.”

Richie backed up, his hands raised in mock surrender as he smirked, pleased with himself. He dug through the baskets and displays, not really knowing what he was looking for, before all of a sudden Beverly squealed.

“This one! Holy shit, this one is perfect!” She was practically bouncing up and down ad Eddie walked up beside her and took the single flower from her hands.

“Ah yes, gladiolus. Strength of character, good choice,” Eddie spoke, sounding so sweet Richie thought he could get a cavity just standing next to him. He was too sweet for Richie Tozier.

Beverly, however, was practically ecstatic over this entirely-unplanned and unscheduled tattoo that she literally just came up with as an excuse to meet the boy her best friend was absolutely whipped over.

Stan, from behind the cash register, just waved her off; partly because he was lazy and just wanting to close the shop, but also taking an immediate liking to the girl. She grinned, taking Richie by the wrist and giddily pulling him towards the door. Sure, he was still confused out of his mind at her plan, but slid his arm out of Bev’s grasp and stopped in the doorway. Bev froze, looking up at her much-taller friend with such surprise as she watched the blush spread across his face.

“Rich-“

“I want to try,” he whispered nervously. A small smile crept onto his face.

Beverly Marsh would’ve cried right there if she wasn’t so damn happy. Almost two years later and she had never been more proud of her best friend.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,” she whispered back, stepping outside and climbing into the passenger seat of Richie’s truck to wait.

Richie took a deep breath and spun around on his heels to see two confused boys awkwardly waiting to close their shop. Richie rubbed the back of his neck as he walked up to the small boy restocking the displays.

“Hey there, Eds,” he began, his breath catching in his throat as the other looked up at him with soft brown eyes that he rolled dramatically at the nickname.

“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you back here today,” Eddie joked, immediately heightening Richie's nerves. He was seconds away from running out that door and never coming back. "But I'm glad you did."

Oh. Oh.

"What can I say, Eds. You and your mom have a lot in common; y'always leave me wanting more," he said sarcastically, resorting to his personal favorite mode of feeling-coverups. He knew it was offensive, he knew it was the reason most people he knew all his life hated him, but humor came easily to him and Richie Tozier wasn't one to care what other people thought about him.

Well, that was a lie, but no one else needed to know that.

"Fuck off, trashmouth," Eddie teased, not dropping his smile, to Richie's pleasant surprise.

If there was a way to describe that smile, Richie would tell you it was just 'fucking perfect'.

"Alright, alright," Richie chuckled, trying to convince himself he was okay and that he was making progress. "I just thought I'd test the waters a bit."

Eddie smirked, folding his arms over his chest and leaning up against the wall behind him. He had no clue where this confidence was coming from, but it felt good. He was comfortable.

"Shoot," he provoked as Richie immediately grew more nervous than he had ever anticipated.

It was rough. He hadn't said those words before in his life, but he was Richie Tozier and he was going to try, goddamnit.

"Are you dating anyone right now?" He ripped off the bandage and couldn't even look the boy in the eyes once he words left his mouth. One more second of silence and he'd be sprinting out the door.

Eddie did a double take at the question. No, he hadn't dated anyone before. He hadn't even gone on a date since high school, but this boy just made his stomach fill with butterflies and twist and churn in the best possible way.

"No, I don't have a boyfriend, if that's what you mean."

Richie would tell you it felt like his heart did a fucking backflip. Eddie couldn't even believe what he was doing. It was like he was under a spell and suddenly the small, anxious boy had the confidence of, well, anyone else.

"Perfect. I'll see ya’ around, Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie grinned, spinning around on his heeled boots and heading for the door.

“Wait!” Eddie called out, both boys smiling at the repetition of their meeting that afternoon. “I still never got your name.”

Richie smirked and walked back over to the boy, bending over slightly and extending his hand out to the other.

“Richie Tozier’s my name,” he said in what Eddie could only describe as a shockingly-impressive yet unidentifiable accent. “And, as of recently, embarrassing myself in front of cute boys is my game."

Eddie laughed, like actually whole-heartedly laughed, and felt his heart surge at the compliment. He could already tell the color of his cheeks.

“Well if it makes a difference, I'd say you're doin’ pretty good so far.”

Richie Tozier hadn't smiled that wide in years.

He left the building with happy tears brimming in his eyes as he climbed into the drivers seat of his truck and turned to Beverly waiting beside him.

“Baby steps, Bevvie,” he spoke in barely a whisper as his tears threatened to fall and the smile on his face held strong. She threw her arms around her best friend and they sat there for about ten minutes before Richie finally took her home.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face that night.

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