#and he kinda tries to guide ed in containing that fight

[adrift-in-thyme]

Roy and Ed have the best mentor - mentee relationship. Discuss.

THEY DO

Roy after thirty minutes discussing a plan: Ed did you listen to a word I said

Ed: yeah totally. I especially liked the part where you suggested we go get some sandwhiches. I heartily agree

Roy: *internal screaming*

[hoewkeyesblue]

Lego House

Requests: “richie tozier? like he gets hat or something in high school and she doesn't think he likes her back cause he can literally get any girl but like fluff at the end and they end up together” by anon “richie x reader cuddlinggg” by anon and “cuddling w richie after he fights w his parents?” by anon

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: Richie used to be your best friend, but you couldn’t stand it anymore after you fell in love with him. Richie, otherwise, lives with his own demons.

Word count: 1.8K (what the fuckkkkk i made it!!!)

Warnings: slightly angst.

Song: Lego House — Ed Sheeran. (So, probably none of you realized that all my stories has songs as titles. These songs I use are really important to understand the story better, things I didn’t wrote and want you to see).

A/N: I don’t even know what to say. This is my first ever story (writing in english) with 1000+. I just loved everything about it and hope you like it as much as I do.

ALSO, I‘LL PUT THE “READ MORE” TOMORROW BECAUSE I’M NOT WITH MY COMPUTER RIGHT NOW.

— Tagging @marvelismylifffe

It was hard.

Exams, extracurricular activities, family issues and, of course, him. Richard (“you can call me Richie, you know”, he likes to say) Tozier. Richie and his messy curls. Richie and his sarcastic and lovely smile. Richie and his glasses — when he didn’t bother to put his lens on.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

It was so fucking hard. Trying to survive high school with all those factors.

Damn it, high school.

Damnit, damnit, damnit.

“Y/N?” you heard Selena’s calm voice shouting you out and looked up at her. “Earth’s calling. Let’s go to class”, she said and you bit your lower lip.

You quickly walked to your class, don’t looking twice at Richie sitting on one of the desks with some of his girl friends. Swallowing unnecessarily, you almost ran to your desk and sat down.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

Mrs. Lockhart walked into the classroom; she was the chemistry’s teacher and you couldn’t say she was a bitch or whatever. Amanda Lockhart was a very nice professor and everyone loved her.

Richie looked up at her, smiled and then took a few steps to sit by your side — every student had a preset place to sit in every class. It wasn’t a way to stop students to chat - everyone knew it wouldn’t happen - but a way to increase the work; if a teacher noticed that two people were working good together, they would demand them to sit side by side.

You and Richie were friends and kinda nerds; you just worked really well together and that’s the only reason why he sits with you — or that’s what you think.

“Sup, Y/N/N?”, he shouted and you sat down, licking your lips. You just couldn’t deal with him right now, not after seeing him flirting with two girls at the same time.

You know how dumb it seems, but Richie Tozier is constantly hurting you without even knowing it.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

“Hey, Richie”, you replied, avoiding eye contact.

“Woah, calling me Richie. Something must be fucking wrong”, he noticed and you rolled your eyes, biting your lower lip to prevent a smile.

“I’m just tired, Tozier. Now pay attention and give me a rest”, you sneered.

“Y/N Y/L/N is asking me to give her a rest, ladies and gentlemen!”, Richie announced and you couldn’t contain your laugh.

“Shut up, dumbass”, you laughed.

After that, you tried to ignore him for the rest of the class but it obviously didn’t work. It wasn’t the first time you felt bad for being in love with him and certainly wasn’t the first time you tried to forget about his existence.

“I know nothing about this subject, for fucks sake!”

Richie complained about the same thing for 1 hour straight, glancing you looks through intervals of two minutes or less.

“Oh, God, Richard!”, you finally said when the bell rang. “I’ll teach you, stop being so annoying”, you begged and he faked an outraged expression.

“I’m not annoying!”, he laughed.

“Of course you aren’t”, you mocked as you left the classroom, but your smile faded when Richie placed his arms around your waist.

No, it wasn’t a bad thing. Of course it wasn’t.

You just... fuck. You felt your heart thumping and your knees weakening. You couldn’t stop yourself of imagining you and Richie dating; him being in love with you too, you being able to kiss him and pet his hair every time you wanted to, without feeling embarrassed about it.

“So... you coming to my house later?”, he asked as you stopped by your locker.

“Yeah, of course. At 8’?”

“Whenever you want, Y/N/N”, the tall boy winked at you, making you roll your eyes. “But seriously, thank you for helping me”, and then you felt Richie’s lips on your cheek before he walked away.

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

———

Richie was yelling in one of his voices while fighting with his parents, you heard. Freezing and holding your breath, you turned around to get away from there.

You couldn’t put yourself into Tozier’s business and definitely didn’t want to bother Richie; he was going through something and probably didn’t want to deal with you — and chemistry — right now.

“Where ya going?”, his raspy voice echoed behind you and you slowly turned back to face him.

You didn’t hear the yells stopping and the door opening. It was always like that; being concerned, then stressed and anxious, and then disoriented. The rest of world faded and all you could feel was your heart in your throat, choking you and making it hard to breath.

“Oh, hey, Richard!”, you forced a smile, trying to sound the most natural as possible. “I was... uh...”

“Never mind, come in”, Richie invited and you froze again, not knowing what you should do. “Y/N?”, he insisted in a soothing tone.

You nodded, looking around before entering his house. Richie placed his arms around your shoulders, guiding you straight to his room; as soon as both of you entered, Richie walked to his wardrobe and took a vodka bottle out of it.

“Richard, what the hell!”, your heart wrenched. “Put it down, you’re seventeen and-“

“Cut it. It’s not like we never got drunk before,” he answered as he opened the bottle, getting ready to drink.

“Oh, for fucks sake, how about NO?”, you hissed and lurched to him, taking the bottle off his hands. “You’re going to sit and calm the fuck down. We’re not drinking to forget about our problems, Richard Tozier!”, you stated and growled when he rolled his eyes.

Trying to calm yourself, you took a long breath and asked in a soft tone: “What happened, Rich?”

“Oh, please... don’t bring it right now. I don’t need my parents bullshit right now. I wanna be in peace, for fucks sake. I want to have a cool, fun night. I want to forget everything”, Richie begged.

You reflected for a few seconds, don’t wanting to see him in pain or in agony or whatever was bothering him. You observed Richie siting in his bed and, cautiously, you minced to him, stopping in front of the curly-haired boy.

“Do you wanna study?”, you asked uncertainly.

“Nah. Not really”, he looked up to you. You found yourself admiring his freckles and tried to push that away.

“What do you wanna do, then?”

“I- can we just talk? About life, whatever, just like we used to do...”, your heart weeped as he placed his arms around you, pulling you closer. “You walked away, you know? I don’t think you’ve realized... but one day you were there with me and the other day... you wasn’t.”

“Richie, I-“

“You what? What the fuck happened?”

“I just thought I wasn’t that important anymore. You grew up, made great and popular friends... and I’m still the same”, oh, and of course, I fell in love with you, you’ve finished the sentence in your thoughts.

Richie laughed hysterically and you would step back if his arms weren’t around you. “Are you kidding, right? I don’t believe it, Y/N. I know you too well. You wouldn’t step off if there wasn’t a real reason. Spill it already”, he demanded.

“I don’t want to”, you whispered, making Richie sighs in frustration. “Can we just... talk about life? It’s hard to me to see your eyes like that...”.

“Like what?”, he asked with a sad smile.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk about it”, you smiled softly. “But... I like the way your eyes glow, always full with excitement or happiness and things I know I could never understand, almost as they’re...”, you stopped to think, your hands now on his cheeks.

“Haunted”, Richie completed but didn’t wait for your response. “How my eyes are now?”

“They’re... glowing, as always, but also... sad, dark”, you finally said. “Maybe there’s something else, but I can’t read you right now, Richie. It’s hard to understand what’s happening.”

He didn’t answer; the curly boy was looking at you with full admiration, almost hypnotized.

“May I kiss you?”, he asked and you froze.

“What?”, your voice failed, but he just placed his hand on your neck and pulled you closer, kissing you softly.

Warmth spread through you and you felt your knees weakening, but kissed him back. Your hand searched for his hair and started petting it, feeling his taste in your mouth.

Unfortunately, the air made itself necessary and Richie parted the touch.

“I’ve always wanted to do this”, he whispered to himself and you blinked, confused.

“Always- what?”

“Did I say it out loud?”, he moaned.

“Yeah, you did. What the fuck, Richard!”, you yelled, almost punching him in the face. “Why didn’t you tell me this before, you asshole?”

“Because- what! Because you walked away!”

“I walked away because I fell in love with you, you big douche!”, you whimpered and he stared at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“So- do you want to be my girlfriend or something? That’s it?”, he was shocked.

“Yeah, Richard, I want to be your girlfriend or something. Are you asking me to or...?”

“Maybe I am”, he smirked.

“In that case... maybe I am saying yes to that”, you smiled.

You heard a door slamming outside Richie’s room. You screamed and Richie chuckled for a few seconds before closing his eyes; it was one of his parents and, again, he was in suffer.

“Hey, do you still want to talk about life?”, you tried to distract him.

“With you? Always”, and then he laid on his bed. “Come here?”, he asked and you didn’t think twice; crawled into his bed and laid by his side. Richie placed his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. “That’s what I meant when I said a perfect night”, he said in a casual tone.

“Can I ask you something?”, you said after long minutes cuddling with him and he just mumbled something you took as a yes. “I was wondering... why you never used one of your voices with me?”

Richie spent almost five minutes quiet and you thought he fell asleep but, all of sudden, he replied:

“Sometimes I use my voices to hide myself. I’m sad, scared, trying to fit in? I’ll use them, I’ll try to be other person and, in that way, the reasons I get sad for doesn’t exist anymore. The same for everything that scares me”, he explained. “I became indestructible and... with you, I don’t need to be anyone else. I feel safe being myself because you give me confidence enough for that”, he finished and you couldn’t help but smile.

That was a question that have always bothered you, but when he explained you felt a hundred times better.

“Rich?”, you whispered. “You are indestructible with or without your voices. That’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Love you, Y/N. A lot.”

Damn it, Richie Tozier.

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