#he’s gonna be tucking his hair behind his ear like radio rebel

[wishchip106]

Erik when Charles showed him the brightest corner of his memory system and telling him there’s good in him:

[storydays]

12

(3rd POV)

"Abuela! It's okay, everythin-the magic is gonna be fine!" Mirabel began to rush her words as she began to explain herself to their grandmother. "What are you talking about? Look at our home! Look at your sister!" Alma gestured to her oldest nieta, as Isabela made the flowers disappear, trying to get the paint stains off her. "Please, just...Isabela wasn't happy, and she-" "Of course she isn't happy, you ruined her proposal."

"No, no, no, she needed me to ruin her proposal. And then we did all this, and (Y/N) even frosted them so they stay longer." Mirabel gestured around as she jabbered excitedly. Isabela tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, slinking out of sight, shame written all over her face. (Y/N) stood behind Mirabel, watching with concern for his sister and anger at their grandmother. "And the candle burned brighter, and the cracks.." "Mirabel." Alma said softly, trying to contain her anger.

"That's why I'm in the vision! I'm saving the miracle." Mirabel's smile dropped as the elder lost her temper. "You have to stop Mirabel! The cracks started with you. Bruno left because of you." The house began to rumble as the rest of the family began to come see what was going on.

"Oh, no, Abuela, Tio Bruno left on his own. He's a grown ass man, and he made his own decision to leave for Mirabel." (Y/N) placed a hand on Mirabel's shoulder in silent support. "Luisa's losing her powers, Isabela's out of control, and (Y/N) is rebelling because of you! I don't know why you weren't given a Gift, but that's no excuse for you to hurt this family!"

"Okay, you've gone too far. Now, I'm going to tell you about yourself! Did you ever stop to think that you put too much pressure on this family? Luisa's been working her ass off since she was 5 years old!"

As (Y/N) continued to get worked up, ice frosted over the house.

"Isabela hates pink! She's an artist and loves getting dirty while gardening!

Dolores is not your personal radio! She shouldn't have to use her powers to listen for things you have no business knowing about!

Camilo sometimes forgets who he is because you constantly have him being someone else! He is just as special as himself!

Tia Pepa has to suppress her emotions because you want things to always be sunny! Well, guess what? She's still a human who can have feelings because life isn't always sunshine and rainbows, no matter how much you wish it was.

Tio Bruno is the dorkiest, kindest man who wants nothing more than to help his family!

Mi mama has had arthritis since she was 16 and you act like you don't see her in pain!

You always give Tio Felix and Papi chores to keep them out of the way because they don't have Gifts!

I'll be damned if I let you inflict the same pressure on Antonio! He's 5, and he should get the chance that none of us got to be a kid."

He exhaled, as Mirabel spoke up.

"I will never be good enough for you. Will I?" Julieta and Agustin looked at Mirabel in concern as her voice shook. "No matter how hard I try." She looked at the blue side of the family, looked at her brother who was struggling to reign in his ice, before glaring at Alma as she stared down Mirabel.

"No matter how hard any of us tries. Luisa will never be strong enough, Isabela will never be perfect enough. (Y/N) will never be Abuelo Pedro. Tio Bruno left our family because you only saw the worst in him."

"Bruno didn't care about this family." Alma shot back but Mirabel wasn't backing down. "He loves this family, I love this family. We all love this family. You're the one that doesn't care! You're the one breaking our home."

"Don't you ever--" "The miracle is dying because of you." Mirabel and Alma stared at each other shocked at Mirabel's boldness before Casita cracked, and began rumbling. "No, no, no!" Pepa cried, waving her hands as the candle began to topple. "The candle!" Felix cried, Casita rumbling loudly again, making the family grunt as they tried to keep their balance.

Isabela helped steadied Alma, as Pepa clung to Felix. Julieta clung to Agustin as Camilo and Dolores and Antonio held on to each other.

Mirabel clung to (Y/N) as he helped her stay still. She snapped out of her stupor and began running for the candle. "Casita! Get me up there!" She called as the house took a piece of railing and slid it down for her as a ladder. Isabela, Camilo and (Y/N) followed after her.

Isabela summoned a vine, as Camilo shifted to dodge falling debris. (Y/N) followed after them on a wave, shooting ice as he blocked debris from falling on their family below.

The cracks went over Isabela's door causing it go out and her Gift vanished, making her fall onto Casita's rafters before she fell in a pile of snow, curtesy of (Y/N). Camilo, who was shifted as Jose, jumped off the two story banister, before his Gift failed him and he fell, desperately clawing at anything to slow his fall.

He managed to grasp onto another banister before losing his grip and falling into the snow pile where Isabela crawled over to him to help him up.

(Y/N) jumped off his wave and continued up the roof to help Mirabel, both gasping as the mountains split into two. "Mirabel, go!" The green eyed Madrigal pulled her up, and allowed her to hop on his shoulders to try and get the candle, they both sighed in slight relief as Bruno fell out of the house with Jorge's bucket, letting them know he was safe. (Y/N) looked down to see Antonio's heartbroken look as his animals friends escaped and ran away, his gorgeous door being destroyed. 

"Careful Antonio!" Felix cried, clutching his bebe to his chest. "We gotta get outta here!" He called, running out as Antonio clutched onto his father, shaking in fear. Julieta paid him no mind as she and Agustin cried for their children. "Mirabel! (Y/N)!" Casita continued to push them out as Julieta tried to usher the two remaining in the house. "(Y/N), Mirabel! You need to get out!"

(Y/N) got Mirabel to stand on his shoulders, gripping onto her leg so she wouldn't fall, as he held his hand out to summon a water dome around his family as they were thrown outside and grunted as he struggled to keep all family members safe. For some reason, even as the cracks ran over his door, he still had his powers, but he was so thankful for it at the moment.

Julieta pounded on the dome as Agustin called to his son, "(Y/N), get your sister down and come on! Please, mijo! "

Elena squeaked as (Y/N) put her in a bubble and said softly, "Take care of him, Elena." The rainbow turtle squeaked in protest as her bubble was sent to Antonio, who popped the bubble and cradled the turtle in his hands, looking up at his brave cousins.

"The house is going to fall! Mirabel! (Y/N)!"

"Got it!" she clutched the candle to her chest.

Mirabel yelped as her brother was suddenly holding her bridal style, and began to slide down his ice, and the dome over his family waiting outside, was starting to weaken. He looked up at the falling house and saw there was enough time and energy to protect one of them. (Y/N) put Mirabel down and called out, "Casita, protect her!"

The house sent some furniture to cover his sister as he covered it in a thick layer of ice. Mirabel dropped the candle as she pounded on the ice.

"(Y/N), what are you doing?" She demanded, as (Y/N) knelt next to her, eyes watery. "Protecting you." He said, as Mirabel sobbed and begged him to come in. "Mira, it's okay. We'll be okay." Even though he sounded confident, (Y/N) was a mess on the inside. He saw this happening but he couldn't see what happened to him, but the one thing that was certain, he was going to protect his family, even with his dying breath.

He pressed his forehead against the dome, as Mirabel copied his actions. Something they hadn't done in a while.

"Please don't leave me, hermano. Te necesito mucho." She whispered as he gave her a watery smile. "There's no where that you can go, where I won't be with you, mariposa dulce." With a final smile, he jumped back as he saw more debris falling, blocking him from Mirabel's view, before tripping over something on the floor.

He let out a scream as a piece of rubble fell onto his leg, trapping him in.

He looked up at the falling house, smiled, and tears fell down his cheeks as sang,

"Sana sana colita de rana si no sana hoy sanara manana. Sana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy sanara manana."

He lost consciousness but not before he heard,

"(Y/N)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(A/N: Sana sana colita de rana si no sana hoy sanara mañana, means: "Heal, heal, little tail of the frog. If you don’t heal today, you’ll heal tomorrow."

More updates to come!!!!!!!!!!!!

And a little spoiler, I've finally decided on the duet and how it's gonna play out! Coming soon!)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ POP THE QUESTION ❜

with Nestor Oceteva.

Request: Nestor dating Baby Sister Reyes and him asking EX and Angel and Filipe permission to Marry her

BY @cherieann-2001

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

“Aren't you gonna tell me where are we going?”

“No”.

“Aren't you gonna tell me how you managed to make Miguel break you from your chains for two days?”

“No”.

Lying on its side of your seat, you narrow your eyes trying to figure out what the hell is going on, watching him feign being so focused on the road that nothing else matters.

“What are you hiding?”

“Sorry, I can't hear you, the music is too loud!” He says turning up the volume of the radio, making you chuckle, leaning over your seat to kiss his cheek.

“Fuck, no”. Angel just said, with his eyebrows frowned in a serious gesture.

“Son, she's your sister, but she's also my daughter. And I make the decision”. Felipe was more calmed than Nestor thought when he called them to meet in your house.

“Dad, he fucking works with the Cartel”. Your older brother highlighted, maintaining your boyfriend out of a business you didn't even know.

“I work for Miguel, not the Cartel”.

“Same shit, madafaka”. Angel smashed the table with the tip of his forefinger, leaning over it.

EZ placed a hand on his brother's chest to push him back on his chair, trying to calm him at all cost. They know that you love Nestor more than you love yourself. He has been your everything since three years ago, before the Mayans started to work with Galindo. He has taken care of you in your worst, and cheered you in your best days. Without complaining a single time. Always with a soft smile on his lips, following you to the end. And he was there, facing two beasts and their master, to do the right thing. He didn't have to ask them permission, but he knows how much you love your family and he just wanted to do the right thing.

“I want to make her happy, to give her a life and a family”.

“She already has a life and a fam—”. Before your older brother could finish talking, your father slapped his nape to make him shut up.

“Why did you come to me? Why didn't you ask her directly, mijo?” The old man questioned, crossing his arms over the edge of the table.

“I wanted to ask you first. I wanted to do the right thing, señor Reyes”.

For his mental health, you fall asleep of boredom, surrounding his right arm with yours and your head resting on his shoulder. Nestor loves to travel with you, only for moments like that, enjoying the things he loves the most: you too close to him, trusting him with your life, and drive. He has the window lowered, letting the fresh air of Cali coast flood the big black SUV, while the sun is falling on the horizon to welcome the night. Your destiny is in less than one hour, but he's not going to wake you up until reaching it. Last night you were working in the hospital till late, so he knows well that you're not going to wake up by yourself.

At this point of the day, Los Angeles is almost collapsed. But he takes some long streets, avoiding traffic jams to Santa Monica. You were studying there and you told him once that you used to study your final exams lying on the sand. So, Nestor knows that it's the perfect place to do it, being aware that you drive there whenever you feel low or you need to run away to think.

Parking the car next to the empty beach, thanking god to be alone there, he takes off his seat belt before undoing yours. Putting away a tuft of hair behind your ear, he leans to your cheek to kiss it gently.

“Reina, wake up”. He whispers caressing the side of your head, touching your nose with his.

“Are we already?” You reply somewhat sleepy, sitting up to rub your eyes with your knuckles until focusing your gaze through the glass. “Wh— Are w—Are we in Santa Mónica?”

“Looks like”. He smirks with a hand over the steer wheel, so proud of seeing you smile this big. “C'mon”.

Stepping out from the car, feeling happy like a child in the fair, you stretch both arms over your head as you stretch your legs, before walking towards your boyfriend. Surrounding his waist with both arms, he leads you towards the beginning of the sand. It feels good to be back after some months, in which you have wanted to escape sometimes. But sharing your special place with him, made worth for the wait. The breeze is soft and warm, closing your eyes and getting focused on the caresses on your back, the salty smell and the sound of the waves breaking in the shore. That's everything you need.

Finding a place close to it, you sit down between Nestor's legs and your back resting over his chest. His arms wrapping your neck, sinking his face into the space between your skin and his, having a deep breath to find the encouragement he needs to pop the question. And you can feel him lightly shaking, not knowing why. It's not cold, being a perfect temperature for Los Angeles.

“(Y/N), you know that I love you, right?”

For you, that's pretty random in a place like that, turning your face frowning softly with confusion. He didn't bring you to break up with you, and that only has a reason then. Practically jumping out from his arms, standing up on your knees you turn around towards him with a surprised gesture on your face. And he knows you found it out at the exact moment you pout at him about to cry, sitting on your heels.

“I ju—just asked if you know that I love you!” He chuckles nervously.

“Nestor…” You mutter with a low tone and your lips trembling.

“Oh, c'mon! You can't fucking know it just because of what I said”. Now, he breaks into laughs, watching you cry softly. “Nah, okay, com'ere, reina”.

Raising his arms to your hips, pushing you somewhat closer, he holds your hands to interlace your fingers.

“Last night I went to your house, to ask your father and your brothers for your hand”. Nestor confesses, with his dark eyes fixed on yours, making you laugh between teeth imagining the situation. “So…”

Loosening one of your hands, you can see him tucking it into a pocket to grab a small black box with a golden heart drawn on top of it. Using both hands to open it, he takes the golden ring with a shiny diamond on it, placing it almost in front of your eyes.

“(Y/N) Reyes, would you make me the mos—”.

“Yes”. You cry out nodding.

“No, no. Shut up! I've been preparing it for a month and you already fucked up with your smart ass”. He laughs covering your mouth for a second. “(Y/N) Reyes, would you make me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me?”

“No”. You tease him laughing and crying at the same time.

“Nah, fuck it, you're gonna marry me anyway”. He ignores you, putting in the ring and admiring for a second how good it looks in your finger, before jumping into him. “Te amo demasiado, mi reina”.

You can't say anything else, hugging him tightly as you fill his face with kisses, all around his cheeks, his lips, his forehead, his chin. Everywhere. If you thought that Nestor couldn't make you more happy, you were wrong.

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Fanatics 80.3

The Battalion goes on the search for the rest of Carcas’ rebels.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Return of Carcas Part 3

           Dib paces back and forth across the floor of Zim’s lab, constantly checking the time. “Pepito and Tak have been gone way too long,” he points out in concern.

           “Something must’ve happened,” Gaz says apathetically, not even looking up from her Game Slave.

           “Of course something happened!” he exclaims, frustrated.

           “Alright,” Zim snaps, “we’ll go look for them. Skoodge!”

           “Yes?” the smaller Irken questions as he slides into the room.

           “Lock Uu in one of the cells,” Zim orders, pointing to their captive alien on the floor. “We’ll be back later.”

           “Ah, okay,” Skoodge nods and picks up Uu with his spider legs, carrying her away while Zim, Dib, and Gaz go into the elevator.

           “We’ll go to the crash site of Uu’s shuttle,” Zim declares, “most likely, one of her comrades went there looking for her and ran into Pepito and Tak. So be ready for a fight.”    

           “Surely the two of them would be able to handle a fight,” Gaz argues as they exit the elevator and head for the front door. “I mean we all defeated those losers one-on-one.”

           “They could’ve been ambushed,” Dib points out, “or maybe Carcas’ crew has some new weapons and tricks. We don’t know.”

           “Exactly,” Zim agrees, “we must be ready for anything.”

           They open the front door to see Squee standing there, hand up like he was about to knock.

           “Oh,” Squee says, “hey, guys.”

           Zim, Dib, and Gaz stare at him dumbly for a second before exclaiming, “Squee!”

           Dib lashes out, excitedly squeezing Squee’s shoulders. “It’s so good to see you! You look great!”

           “Wh-uh-r-really?” Squee questions, smiling awkwardly.

           “Well, kind of,” Gaz shrugs.        

           In the three weeks since he’s been away, Squee’s appearance has changed a bit. His hair is a little scruffier and there are dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. But he’s wearing new clothes: a black sweater with purple stripes across the sleeves and a black t-shirt displaying the scowling face of Happy Noodle Boy.

           “In any case,” Zim says, “it is good to have you back.”

           Squee smiles gratefully. “Thanks, guys.”            An obnoxious cough from behind interrupts their reunion. They look back to where the Night Terrors and Johnny are standing, looking rather impatient.

           “Hate to rush you, Boss, but uh…” Reverend Meat trails off and motions to the body bag wrapped in ropes tucked under his arm.

           “Ah, right,” Squee nods and looks back at his friends. “So uh can we come in?”

           “Yes, yes, of course,” Zim replies. After everyone has entered the living room, Reverend Meat drops the bag onto the floor. Whatever’s inside lets out an annoyed grunt.

           “What is that?” Dib asks.

           “A familiar face,” Squee replies and nods to the Doughboys. “Open it.”

           They quickly untie the ropes and pull off the bag, revealing the captive to be an alien, bound and gagged. He’s covered in black fur with dragonfly-like wings and a long scaly tail.

           “Mixxar!” Dib exclaims.

           The alien looks up at him, snarling angrily into his gag.

           “He tried to attack the house,” Squee explains.

           “Interrupted our board game,” Johnny pouts, “and I was so close to becoming Epic Lord.”

           “But he didn’t stand a chance against us,” Eff says proudly.

           “This is perfect!” Zim exclaims excitedly and starts rifling through Mixxar’s pouches. “Does he still have-yes, he does!”

           He stands up, victoriously holding out a device that looks like a handheld radio.

           “What’s that?” Squee asks.

           “A communicator,” Zim replies, “and the source of their demise. With this, we’ll be able to track the rest of them down. Skoodge!”

           “Yes?” the little Irken questions as he slides into the room.

           “Take Mixxar and lock him up with Uu,” he orders.

           “Ah, okay,” Skoodge nods and picks up the bound alien with his spider legs before scurrying away.

           “You already have Uu?” Squee asks.

           “Yes, but she didn’t have her communicator,” Zim replies, “Computer! Release hacking cord.”            A cord hangs down from the ceiling and Zim plugs it into the communicator. The television turns on, briefly showing lines of code before a map of the city and surrounding area pops up. It shows five red dots, mostly spread out outside of the city. But two are clustered together and one is at Zim’s house.

           “That one is clearly Mixxar’s communicator,” Zim says, pointing to the one at his house. Then he points to the two clustered together. “That’s at the site of Uu’s crash. Someone else must be there.”

           “With Pepito and Tak,” Dib points out.

           “Oh, yeah. I was wondering where they are,” Squee says.

           “Right,” Zim nods, “we need to deal with all of them quickly but also help Pepito and Tak. Ugh, we’re stretched thin.”

            “The Night Terrors can help,” Squee points out.

           Zim looks at them, like he completely forgot about them until just now. “Oh, yeah! Okay, we’ll split into four of groups of two. Dib and I-.”

           “I’ll go with Squee,” Dib declares.

           “But-I…ugh, fine. I’ll take Gaz,” Zim groans.

           “Don’t sound so excited,” she grunts.

           “We’ll go after that farthest dot.”

           “Why?” she questions.

           “Because I hope it’s Carcas,” he growls, “Dib, Squee, you two go for this dot here. And the Night Terrors will help Pepito and Tak. Alright, everyone, split!”

           The Night Terrors dive out the door and leap onto the buildings and Zim activates his PAK rockets and carries Gaz off while Dib and Squee watch them leave.

           “How are we gonna get there?” Squee asks.

           “We’ll take my dad’s car,” Dib replies, “just gotta stop at my house.”

           Squee nods and looks at Johnny. “And what are you gonna do?”

           “Guess I’ll go to the house and unpack,” he replies, “but if you need help, just call.”            “I will.”

           Dib and Squee hurry to Dib’s house and get his car. As they drive to their location, they chat a little about Squee’s vacation.

           “It was nice for the most part,” Squee replies, “nice to take a break. I learned some little tricks. Literally, tricks. I taught myself close-up magic.”

           “Why?” Dib asks with amusement.

           “I dunno. Fun? Check it out.” Squee reaches behind Dib’s ear and pulls his hand back holding a coin. “You got a coin behind your ear.”

           “That’s pretty impressive,” he smiles, “you should show that to Zim. It’ll blow his mind.”

           They share a laugh as they exit the city.

           Dib drives the car down the highway as close as he can get to the location before pulling over into the ditch. He and Squee get out and continue on foot.

           “We’re probably gonna be in for a fight,” Dib points out, “you up for that?”            “I might be a bit rusty,” Squee warns, “but I’ll do my best.”

           “Well, don’t worry,” he grins, “I can carry the team.”

           After going around a group of trees, they stop just short of a crater with an escape pod similar to Uu’s. Dib and Squee glance around carefully for a second before sliding down to the shuttle.

           “Doesn’t look like anyone’s here,” Squee observes.

           “They couldn’t be far,” Dib warns, “keep an eye out while I check out the shuttle.”

           Squee reaches around his back and unsheathes his two knives, looking around suspiciously, while Dib crawls into the pod. The tech inside seems simple, albeit alien, with only a couple buttons on the console next to the seat. It’s mostly empty, except for the communicator sitting on the cushion.

           While Dib’s poking around inside the shuttle, Squee hears a rustling from the top of the crater. He spins around and sees nothing, however he knows they’re not alone.

           He carefully eyes their surroundings, knives raised. He hears more movement to his right and turns just in time to see a large slug creature leaping towards him.

           “Dib!” Squee cries and leaps backwards, dodging the long swords the slug is wielding with her long arms. As she lands, she glares at him with her one big eye.

           “That’s Yrel’ian!” Dib exclaims as he gets out of the shuttle. Squee scuttles over to his side as she points at them, saying something in her alien language.

           “I-I don’t have a translator,” Squee says.

           “It’s okay, I got mine,” Dib says, “she said ‘when Uu and Mixxar disappeared, I knew you’d use their communicators to track us. So I lured you here’.”

           “Ah. Very clever.”

           “Give up, Yrel’ian!” Dib snaps, pointing at the alien. “You’re outnumbered.”

           “I don’t have to defeat you in battle,” she retorts, “to defeat you.”

           “What’d she-?” Squee starts to ask but is cut off when Yrel’ian opens her mouth and spits out a large, green loogie. It lands inches from Squee’s feet, causing him yelp and jump into Dib. They both lose their balance and crash into the pod. Before they can collect themselves, Yrel’ian closes the hatch, locking them inside.

           “Hey!” Dib barks as she slithers off. He pushes against the hatch but it doesn’t budge. “Uh oh.” He fumbles around for some kind of handle, but there is none.

           “Okay, it’s fine,” he says, “there must be a button on the console that opens it. This is no…problem…”

           He trails off as he looks at Squee, who is staring at the hatch, eyes widened in fear and panic and breathing increasing rapidly.

           Dib watches him in concern, suddenly remembering his extreme claustrophobia. “Uh oh…”

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Wolf Moon/Teen Wolf Series- Part 1

Thank you to @mummybear, @ficus-fig and @mrs-mitch-rapp93 ,who gave me the confidence to go for it! You guys are awesome and I love you with all my heart! And to those who are reading this, thank you and I hope you enjoy it too!

A/N: So every part is going to have the same name as the episodes, but they will be told from the point of view of my OC, which means somethings will be left out because she wasn't present and some things will be added. You will learn a lot more about her throughout the series. I really hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! And if you want to be added to my Taglist at anytime if you're not already, just ask :)

Pairing: Eventually in the series; Stiles Stilinski x OC! Charlotte 'Charli' Vérszívó

Warnings: swearing, some underage drinking, and mentions of deceased parents

Italics= inner commentary/ thoughts

Charli's POV

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It was difficult being in a new place. After everything I went through in the past year, my father and I were forced out of our old home and had to move to Beacon Hills after the incident that killed my mom happened. I don't really miss New Jersey too much, but I do miss my mom. She was the best. She was the rock for our family. She always had a smile on her face even when things were bad.

I miss hearing her sing around the house. I miss the smell of her perfume lingering after she already left the room. I miss being able to tell her anything and not worry about her passing judgements on me. She always knew when to be my best friend and when to be my mom. Most of all, I miss how much she loved my father. He wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, but my mom made him do that and when she died, he changed. He became cold, distant… almost hollow.

~

We pulled up to the new house and it was beautiful. It was something my mom would have loved. It was a huge gray and stone neo-eclectic style house with a two car garage, and a circle driveway. My father told me that there was an inground pool in the backyard, as if to make me more convinced to be here, but I didn't have a say anyways. I get out of the U HAUL and walk towards the house. I examine the front yard with a bunch of beautiful peonies, roses and snapdragons lining the front of the porch and hydrangeas lining the stone walkway leading to the front porch.

“What do you think, Charli?” My father asks as he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him.

“It's beautiful…” I trail off. “...I just wish mom could've been here to see it. She would love this place.” I continue quietly, looking down at my old beat up high top converse sneakers.

“I know… I wish she was here too…” He replied sadly. “But, this is our new life. We're going to get a fresh start here and we're going to make the best of it.” He continued with a slightly more positive attitude.

I sighed and looked back up at the house. My father let go of me and we walked into the new house together. When he opened the double doors, he let me in first. I looked up and noticed the double sided curved stairs that led to the second floor. Why the hell do we need all this space? It's literally just the two of us.

“There's also a fully finished basement for when you have friends over.” He broke the silence.

I looked over and half smiled at him. “Where's my room?” I ask quietly.

“Take your pick. There's at least five of them here.” He smirked.

~

It was night when we finished unpacking most of the boxes. I carried some crushed up boxes to the curb and threw them away. As I put the lid back on the trash bin outside, I heard a car coming up the road and pull into the driveway of the white house next door on the right side of us. I look up as the door slams shut and see a boy with a buzzcut in a grey cargo jacket get out. After he gets out, he starts walking up the drive, but I may have been staring for too long because he actually stopped to look at me. I quickly made myself busy by putting the boxes that didn't fit in the bin on the ground leaning against it.

He starts walking over to me and starts talking. “Are you my new neighbor?” He asks in a friendly tone. God he was cute.

“Uhh yeah-- yeah I'm Charli.” I answer.

“I'm Stiles…” he holds out his hand to shake mine. Holy crap! His moles are beautiful!

I shake his hand, then shove both of my hands in the pockets of my black zip up hoodie.

“So where did you guys move from?” He asked as he shoved his hands in his jean pockets.

“Jersey. We uh, we lived in Piscataway.”

“Oh cool cool… so did you guys just want a change of scenery or…?” He asked, trailing off.

“No, actually my dad got a new job offer out here and because it's not legal for a 16 year old to live on their own, I had to come along.” I answer as I tuck some of my long, chestnut hair behind my ear, making him chuckle at that last part.

“What’s he do?”

“He's a lawyer.”

His eyebrows raise a bit and he nods. There's a moment of awkward silence between us until he clears his throat.

“Sooo… I'm guessing you're going to be going to Beacon Hills High?” He asks, clearly not sure what else to really say.

“Yeah. My dad originally wanted me to go to a private school, but I convinced him to let me go to public school for a change.” I answer back. “Plus, I'd probably get myself kicked out anyways.”

“You're a rebel I take it?” He asks smirking.

“Only when I wanna be.” I answer back smirking as well, winking, making him chuckle.

We stand there for a minute laughing at how stupid we are. When we stop, he's about to say something until my father opens the front door.

“Charli, come inside. It's late.” he calls. Thanks, Dad…

“Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?” I ask, smiling as I walk backwards towards my front door.

“Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow.” He answers back, smiling.

“Goodnight.” I tell him, as my body is facing the door but my violet eyes are still on his honey brown ones.

“Goodnight.” He answers back then starts heading back to his own house.

I go inside and close the door. I have this weird feeling in my stomach. A feeling I never really had before. It was strange, I'm not sure I like it. My face was hurting from smiling so much. Is this what a crush felt like? I honestly don't know.

I take off my beat up high top converse sneakers by the front door and start walking towards the steps to go upstairs.

“Who was that?” My father asked, coming out of the hallway leading from the kitchen with a drink in one hand and a case file in the other heading towards his office.

“Just one of our neighbors.” I answer, trying to head upstairs.

“Yeah? A teenage neighbor?” He asked as he placed the case file down on the big mahogany desk with a raised eyebrow.

I sigh. “Yes dad, a teenager. A teenaged boy.”

“What's his name?” He asked, leaning against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Stiles.” It just rolled right off my tongue so easily, felt natural coming off my lips.

My father's face twisted. “What the hell kind of name is Stiles?”

“What kind of name is Ambrus?” I shot back.

“Touche… you little shit.” He commented, making me smirk.

“Well, I've had a busy day. I'm going to bed.” I declare.

“Don't you want some dinner?” He asks, holding up his glass to me.

“No thanks, I'll have some in the morning.” I call back as I head up the stairs for bed.

~

I wake up and get ready for school. I take a quick shower, brush my teeth and look through my closet. I pull out a tie dye t-shirt, ripped faded skinny jeans and the same black zip up hoodie from last night. Since my hair is a mess, as per usual, I decide to just do two loose braids and stop at where the purple dip dyed ends begin and then put on my ‘Anti Social’ beanie. I head downstairs and sit at the island in our open dark wood kitchen and my dad is already dressed for work in his tailored Armani three piece suit and tie.

“Hey, good morning sleepy head.” My father greets as he pours me a drink into a mug. “You excited for your first day?”

“Define excited.” I mumble, still tired because I could barely sleep last night.

“Hey, c'mon now, Charli. Cheer up! Besides, you're gonna have at least one new friend right? That kid, Stiles from next door?” He tries to pep me up as he hands me the mug.

I drink it all in one sip and wipe my mouth with the napkin he hands me. I toss it in the trash and head for the foyer where my shoes from last night and my backpack were. I put on my shoes and throw my bag over my shoulder. I'm about to leave when my dad calls out. “Did you forget something?”

I look up and he tosses me my keys. I catch them. “Thanks, Dad. Love you!” I call out as I head out to the garage door.

I walk in and sitting in the garage is my father's black Cadillac CTS-V Coupe and my purple 1962 Volkswagen convertible. I could've had any car at all, but I just wanted to keep this because it was in the family for three generations now and I'm a sucker for sentiment. I get in and open the garage door. I adjust my mirrors, take a deep breath, start it up and drive off to the school. As I drive, I turn up the radio and the disk jockey announces that she's going to to play ‘Lowlife’ by Theory of A Deadman. I turn it up louder and start singing along as I'm driving.

I get ready to pull into the school parking lot, but get cut off by some dickhole in a grey Porsche. I slam on my horn and flip him off and keep going. I pull into a spot next to an old beat up pick up truck and gather all my stuff together. My phone alerts me of a text and I check it.

Dad: Have a great 1st day Princess! I put ur schedule & money in the front pocket of ur backpack :)

I half smile and get out and walk towards the school. As I'm walking, I'm pretty sure I see Stiles talking to some other kid with shaggy black hair, but I'm not sure so I don't say anything at first. Before I say anything, a strawberry blonde girl walks past him when he tries to get her attention.

“Hey, Lydia! You look… like you're gonna ignore me.” He sounded so defeated. I felt bad, but at the same time, kinda happy because now I got to talk to him.

“Hey, Stiles.” I call out. He looks past his friend's head, smiles and waves at me.

“Hey!” he actually sounds happy to see me. Play it cool, Charli. Don't fuck this up too.

“Charli, this is my best friend, Scott… Scott, this is Charli, my new neighbor I told you about.” he introduced, gesturing back and forth between us.

Scott and I wave to each other and the bell rings. We all head inside and as I'm walking I pull out my schedule and try to look for my first class.

“Who do you have first period?” Scott asks.

“Mr. Westover.” I answer, not looking up until I feel Stiles’ hand on my shoulder.

“Lucky you, that's right next to us.” Stiles says smiling. “Scott, save me a seat, I'll be right back.” He continues as he leads me to the classroom.

We walk in and Stiles goes up to the the older man behind the desk.

“Mr. Westover, this is Charli, she's a new student here.” He states, leading me over to his desk.

“Thank you, Mr. Stilinski, I'll take it from here. Get to class.” He says in a monotone voice, as he sifts through papers.

Stiles gives him a sarcastic salute and looks at me. “I'll see you after class so I can show you your other classes.” He smiles.

“Now, Mr. Stilinski.” Mr. Westbrook's voice raises just a bit. Stiles leaves. “Take a seat anywhere, Miss Vérszívó.” he continues as he motions to the rows of desks facing the board.

I take the last available seat next to a tall boy with brown spiked hair and blue eyes in a leather jacket. I see in my peripheral vision that he's looking me up and down. I can't tell if he's checking me out or judging me, but by his appearance alone, it's probably judging.

“You're friends with Stilinski?” He asks, almost snobbish.

“He's my neighbor and was kind enough to introduce himself, so yes, I'd say so.” I answer back without making eye contact, just sifting through my backpack for a notebook and a pen.

“Well, if you ever decide to hang out with a more appealing crowd, you know where to find me.” He turns back forward, smirking.

“Cool, I'll look for you in the feminine hygiene aisle along with the other douches.” I shoot back as I'm opening my notebook and preparing to take notes. A kid with short black hair starts snickering behind him, which makes me want to crack a smile. The brown hair boy looks back and gives the other kid dagger eyes.

“Mr. Whittmore, is there an issue that needs to be addressed?” Mr. Westbrook calls out, making the brown haired kid's head snap towards the front of the room.

“No sir.” He said.

Mr. Westbrook turned back around to the board and continued writing on it. I looked over at the douche next to me and smirked.

~

I started looking for my locker and seen Stiles and Scott talking to a girl in the hallway.

“Can Someone tell me how the new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's Clique?” the pretty girl complained.

“Because she's hot... Beautiful people herd together.” Stiles said to her.

I chuckled and approached them. Stiles and Scott looked over at me and smiled.

“Yeah, toolbag over there just tried recruiting me first period.” I comment as I point to the guy I told off first period who had his arms wrapped around Lydia.

“Wait, Jackson actually tried to talk to you?” the girl exclaimed.

“Ugh… that's his name? Wow, he apparently has a typical douchebag name too.” I joke.

“What did you say when he talked to you?” Stiles asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I told him if I needed him, I'd look for him in the feminine hygiene aisle along with the other douches.” I answered.

Stiles and the girl bust out in laughter, which earns me a high five from Stiles. Scott was really quiet though, kept staring at the other new girl tentatively. As if he was listening to their conversation. I could hear it too, something about a party, but I was mostly tuning it out.

“Are you busy later?” Stiles asked after the other girl left.

“Just some more unpacking when I get home, but other than that, no… why, what's up?” he shoved one hand in his jean pocket and adjusted the strap on his backpack over his with the other.

“Well Scott and I have Lacrosse practice after school, but after we were gonna hang out… did you wanna hang with us?” He asked, almost shy.

“Yeah, that'd be cool.” I answer.

“Great, I can text you after practice if you want?” I nod and give him my phone to put his number in.

“Quick question: what's Lacrosse?” I ask.

Whatever I said triggered something because even Scott looked at me shocked. I look at them both. “What?” I ask.

“Okay, forget texting you later. You gotta come to practice.” Stiles exclaimed.

“It's only the biggest sport in Beacon Hills.” Scott adds.

I think for a moment, then I shrug. “Okay, yeah, I'll come watch."

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That's where I'm leaving off today , hope you guys liked it :)

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Home. - Richie Tozier

word count: 4854 warnings: swearing, underage drinking + smoking, mentions of sexual abuse (there’s no specifics about the situation), emotional abuse (from parents), and mentions of terror (via pennywise the clown lmao)

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[ love is home. ]

The First Incident: Second Grade (seven years old)

Richie was your best friend, and had been for the past two years since you’d met him in kindergarten.  He was a rambunctious kid, at least that’s what your mother’s been saying.  But you took an easy liking to him.  As soon as you met in the sandbox, you knew you’d be best friends.  And you were.

It’s been two years since then, and you and Richie only proved more and more to be joined at the hip.  He was always around you, all day in class, at recess and lunch, walking you home, hanging out until it was too late, then going home.  But he’d be there the next morning at your bus stop, which was a block away from his own.  But he was always there on time, sometimes to pick you up and walk with you to the bus stop.

You always heard your mother telling your father how he was going to try to marry you one day, but you rarely listened, or understood for that matter, what it was they talked about.  So for the most part, you just shrugged it off.  But all in all, Richie Tozier, was the closest person to you, and you held him dearly in your heart.

When you’d heard the quick knocking on your window, your actions halted (suddenly dressing up your dolls didn’t seem so important).  Your head whipped around, pigtails flying, as you turned to see Richie at your windowsill.

“Richie!” You whisper screamed, and ran over to him, lifting the window as quickly as you could.  “How did you get all the way up here?” You asked quietly.

“I climbed-” You slapped a hand over his mouth as fast as you could.

“My parents are sleeping.  If they wake up and see I have a friend over they’ll be mad” You told him, before removing your hand and helping him inside.

“I climbed up the gate to the gutter and then hoisted myself up” He told you in a quieter voice, but his tone was full of pride.  You giggled, closing the window to keep your room warm.

“Why are you here though?” You asked curiously while RIchie kicked his sneakers off and sat on your bed.  You crawled up next to him and sat criss cross across from him.

“I thought we could play.  Plus I saw it in a movie once” He told you, and again you laughed quietly.

“But it’s so late to be playing” You said, eyes glancing over to the alarm clock on your night stand.  Richie pouted, turning to see it was already ten o’clock, and you both had school in the morning.

“I wish we could have sleepovers like Bill and I do” He sighed, and you frowned deeply.

“My mom says I shouldn’t sleep with boys” You told him sadly, like you had many times before.  Richie shrugged and nodded.

“Yeah I know” He replied with a sigh.

“Maybe we could do it if we don’t sleep!” You spoke up with a more chipper tone, trying to lighten his mood.  “Stay up all night! We can watch movies, and eat snacks, and play games, it would be fun!” Richie smiled at that, so you did too.

“An all nighter?!” He asked excitedly, and you nodded.  Richie’s eyes grew big behind his thick glasses and he nodded happily.  “When?”

“I don’t know, I guess sometime over the weekend so we don’t have to be mopey and tired at school” You decided, and Richie grinned wide before leaning over and hugging you tightly.  A fast hug, you didn’t have time to return it, but you smiled nonetheless.

“That sounds perfect!” He said, then scurried off of your bed.  “You should go to sleep.  And I should go home before my mom and dad realize I’m gone” He said, and you nodded while he put his shoes back on and opened up the window.

“This was cool Richie.  I feel like a rebelling teenager”

“y/n, you’re seven years old and the size of a peanut” He said bluntly, and you rolled your eyes.

“Get outta here before the police show up lookin’ for a missin kid” You shooed him away and he stuck his tongue out before swiftly leaving your room.

“See ya later peanut!” He called before you could close the windowsill.

You smiled to yourself before flicking off the lights and getting ready for bed.

The Second Incident: Eighth Grade (thirteen years old)

“Stupid stupid!” You cried to yourself, slamming your door shut as you went into your room.  You wiped your wet cheeks with the back of your hands and sniffled, wishing you would just stop crying already.  It was no big deal, why were you such a crybaby!?

I mean, you couldn’t be the only daughter whose parents claimed they’d rather be on the streets like the whore slut you are rather under their roof, right?

Every parent has issues with their kids, you knew that.  You just wish they hadn’t told you such awful things in front of your friend, Eddie, too.  It was embarrassing, and you were ashamed that he’d seen you so weak.  You’d told him to go home before running upstairs, putting you in this moment now.

You sunk down to the floor, your back against your bed as you pulled your knees to your chest.  Your body shook with each silent cry you let out, even though you kept mentally telling yourself to stop, you couldn’t.  The tears just kept flowing.

Why didn’t they just kick you out if they hated you so much?

Knock knock.

You hadn’t even turned towards the noise before you heard your window slide open, Richie Tozier fumbling as he rushed to get inside.

“Hey, hey..” You hadn’t heard him use his soft voice in a while.  “Hey peanut” You didn’t even question what the hell he was doing here, just brokenly stared at him as he sat with you.  “Eddie called me, I came as fast as I could” He told you, a hand resting on your shoulder and rubbing just a little.

“Eddie told you?” You asked weakly.  Richie sucked in his bottom lip and nodded.

You felt the shame crash over you again, more tears flowing down your cheeks.  Richie said something in a soft coo before engulfing you in his arms and pulling you in a tight hug.

“n/n, you can tell me anything you know I won’t judge you, or shame you, you know that” All you did was nod, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso.

“Henry….” Your voice cracked, unsure of how to tell him.  “He… he-he” You gasped for air, throat tight with tears.

“It’s okay… shh shh take your time” Richie told you, rubbing your back as you found your voice.

“He made me… he forced me too I couldn’t… I couldn’t get help” You cried  weakly.

Richie stiffened.

“I told my mom but she said I was a whore… that I was impure-”

“What?” Richie pulled away from you now, a hand on either of your shoulders.

“I tried to get help I did” You mumbled, sniffling.  His angry, hard eyes bored into yours.

“He did what?” Your big sad eyes closed, feeling embarrassed, and weak.

“I’m sorry I-I-I tried-”

“I’m going to kill him” Richie stood up, already turning towards the window again.  Ready to go let Henry Bowers meet his fist.  “He’s going to fucking regret the day he even looked at you y/n I swear to fucking God he’s going to pay for every second-”

“Richie” You pleaded, standing up and grabbing at his wrists frantically.  He turned to you, the boiling anger evident in his expression.  “He’s not worth it” You whispered.  He opened his mouth to protest, probably to tell you how he already had the plans made up.  But you spoke first.  “Please don’t leave me here” You said in a quieter tone.  “Please stay”

Richie sighed, tugging you closer softly and holding onto you.  You wrapped your arms up under his, burying your face in his hawaiian shirt that was too big for him.  He rubbed your back in smooth circles, setting his chin on top of your head and hushing your quieting cries calmingly.

“I won’t” He hummed.  “I won’t leave” He assured you.  You didn’t say anything, just closed your eyes and held onto him.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there hugging him before he helped you into bed, covering you in blankets and turning the lights off for you.

“It’s gonna be okay” He told you as kindly as he could, sitting on the side of the mattress and squinting to see your silhouette.  “I’m going to be here first thing in the morning, and you and I are going to get donuts, then we’re going to do whatever you want for the whole day okay?” You nodded, and he reached his hand out to squeeze yours momentarily.

“Don’t go get yourself into trouble” You told him, holding tighter onto his hand before he could pull away.  “I don’t want you to get hurt too”

He wanted to say no.  That he was going to go and defend your dignity, that he was going to beat Henry to a bloody pulp and make him wish he was never born.  To make him eat his own shoe and fucking humiliate the bastard to thoughts of suicide.  But Richie nodded.

“Okay” He agreed with a short sigh.  “If that’s what you want” He said, and you let go of his hand.  “But the second you even briefly think otherwise, you come straight to me” You nodded again.  And if this ever, ever even remotely happens again, you tell me right away, alright?”

“Alright” You whispered shakily.  Richie stood up, leaning over and tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I’m here for you, always” He reassured you, and you offered a small smile.  “Call if you need anything, or come over, whatever it takes, okay?” Another nod.  “Aright.  I’ll let you get some sleep, I’ll be back in the morning” Richie walked over to your window, casting you an anxious glance before swinging a leg over it.  “Goodnight beautiful”

“Goodnight Rich” You murmured back as he left without another sound.

As soon as he was gone you wished he was still right there next to you to hold on to.

The Third Incident: Junior Year (seventeen years old)

You giggled, hiccuping mid-giggle but continued to laugh even as you brought the small glass bottle to your lips again.

You’d been dancing around your room with a bottle of Brandy and listening to whatever shit song was playing on the radio.  Your body was loose as you swung around, sip after sip, getting further and further away from your own consciousness.  The only thing that could make this better than it already was would be-

“Hey!” A scolding voice called, and you grinned as you turned to see Richie, already halfway into your room.

“Riiichieee!” You called happily, skipping over to him and throwing your arms around his neck.  “Boy am I glad to see you!”

If he hadn’t known your parents were out of town for the whole weekend, he’d be worried about getting caught.

“What did I tell you?” He asked, snatching the bottle out of your loose grasp.

“Mmm that I suck at dancing?” You guessed in a slur of words.  Richie rolled his eyes.

“No” He stated.  “I told you, that you’re only allowed to drink when I’m here”  You frowned.

“You’re not my Mom” You accused, trying to take your liquor back, but your movements were slowed, so he pulled it back easily.

“No, but we have that rule to keep you safe” He told you.  He knew you were not in a rational state of mind and probably didn’t give two shits about your safety.

“Come on, just have some to drink so we can be drunk together” You whined, pushing his own hand towards his mouth.  It wasn’t the one holding the Brandy, which made him laugh, but he took a long drink anyways.  You grinned.  Richie always held his liquor better than you.

You’d done this three times now.

The first was just to experiment, you promised each other it would be just the two of you, and that you would try it together.  The second time was just after a long day, and the third….

Well not too long ago you went through this whole demonic clown thing (but that’s a whole other story entirely).  Basically this was a much needed night.

“You drink so nicely it’s nice to see it” Richie rose his brows, pushing his messy curls out of his eyes before taking another drink.

“What’s nice doll?” He asked, and you grinned widely at him, taking the bottle back and barely getting in a sip before he grabbed it again.  “Nah uh uh, you my dear are already hammered, give me a chance” He said with a chuckle.  You frowned, leaning forwards against him with a pout on your face.

“But I want sooommee… it’s my Brandy” You whined, chest completely against his.  Though he tried to ignore that detail.

“I’ll give you a cigarette for the rest of this” He offered, already pulling out his pack of Marlboro’s and a lighter.  You rolled your eyes slightly but took the cigarette and put it between your lips, letting him light it for you.

“Thanks” You hummed, taking a drag before pulling it away again.

“And what is this shit music you have playing? Fucking lame y/n” You didn’t care, just danced around offbeat to the tunes.

“I don’t care” You sing songed, leaning your head back to blow a puff of smoke up into the air.  “Not a single… fucking… care” You sighed, taking a long drag, this time blowing it in his face.  Richie grinned, throwing back the rest of the Brandy, and setting the empty bottle on the dresser.  “Come on dance with me Rich” You said, hips swinging around like you were hula hooping.

“You’re such a weird drunk” He chuckled, but took your free hand and spun you around.  You giggled, quickly taking another drag of the cigarette.

“Mmm” You hummed, and pulled his chin down to blow the smoke back into his mouth.  You laughed delightedly while he just looked at you confusedly.

“What the hell are you doing?” He mumbled as your arm hooked behind his neck.

“We’re dancinggg” You slurred, finishing off the cig and smushing it down onto your dresser, not caring about the mark it left.  Richie chuckled again, pulling you closer and shaking his head at you.

“Such a weird drunk”

“I am not” You said, as though he’d insulted you emotionally.  Richie just chuckled again, letting go of you to get out his own cigarette.  You twirled around on your own for a little bit before flopping back onto your bed.  “You should stay the night” You suggested, to which he shrugged.

“Not a bad idea.  Spend our hangovers together” He sighed, falling next to you.  Even though you were laying the wrong way on the bed.  You turned to look at him as he pulled out his box of Marlboros again.

“Mmm I won’t be” You said, and he burst out laughing as he lit his cigarette.

“Sure babe.  Sure” He replied sarcastically.  You rolled onto your side, but you lost balance and ended up half laying on Richie.

“Rich” Your brows contorted as you stared at him.  “You should kiss me”

He coughed on his drag.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He asked, both intrigued and confused.

“You should kiss me” You repeated, popping your lips in a kiss-like fashion.  “I’ve never been kissed before and prom’s coming up and I am not having prom sex without a first kiss” Richie’s expression turned puzzled, realizing you really hadn’t been kissed before, at least not that he’d known of.

“You’re drunk” He stated, shaking his head and getting rid of the thoughts of going along with it.

“Yeah” You smiled a loopy smile but shrugged your shoulders.  “But so? I trust you” You told him.  Richie sighed, really debating with himself.  “Come on Rich… it’s just a little kiss it’s not biggie” You said, already leaning down towards him.

It’s the biggest biggie, he thought, but kept his thoughts to himself.

You leaned down closer, eyes focused on his lips.  You smiled to yourself as you brushed your fingertips over his chin.  Richie watched you intently, removing the cigarette from his lips.

“y/n…” He said, almost warningly.  He wasn’t sure that he’d have the ability to push you away if you made a move.

“You always did have the prettiest lips” You said, fingers traveling to trace over them.  If you’d looked up to his eyes, you’d see how filled they were with adoration, love, emotion you might not have recognized on him before.

“Close your eyes” He mused softly, and you obliged, long lashes fluttering down against your cheeks.  Richie sighed, cupping a hand over your cheek and brushing his thumb over your soft skin a few times.  He fixed his glasses with his free hand, before leaning up and gently placing his lips against yours.

He’d kissed girls before, he was Richie Tozier, kissing girls was a bit of a reputation of his.  But it was never like this, one little innocent kiss.  And he’d never kissed you.  Hell, he never thought he’d had the chance.

He pulled away from you after years when he felt your lips move into a smile.  Your eyes were still shut, still lost in the moment of what you believed was the most perfect first kiss.

“That was nice” You told him, and he chuckled as he sat up, moving you to sit too.  Richie put the cigarette back in his mouth so he wouldn’t say anything.  Or something he shouldn’t.  “Is it always that nice?” You asked, back to your loopy smile.  He shook his head.

“No, no it isn’t” He answered honestly.  It’s never that nice.  You hummed to yourself and laid back in your bed again.

“That’s too bad” Was all you said on the matter before finding interest in your pillowcase instead.  Richie half smiled at you, moving up to lay next to you again, on his side this time.  He tried to keep his distance from you as you played with your pillow.

“Hey, do you remember when were in like… the third grade I think, and your mom told me to put a ring on your finger?” You laughed but shook your head.

“No” You said, and he swore he saw your eyes sparkle before you spoke up again.  “I knew that her and Dad used to argue about it” You told him, and his brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“Mom always wanted me to be with you.  Romanticallyyy” You sing songed and he would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so surprised.  “Dad didn’t like you though” Now he laughed.  Everyone with eyes could see how much Mr l/n despised Richie.

“Yeah.  Always told me I was crude and that cussing around you was no way to treat a lady” You shrugged in response.

“Not mom.  She knew the truth” You told him.  “You walked me everywhere and made sure I did my homework and chores, you treated me right I don’t know why my father cared so much about language” Richie smiled at you, even though you were staring at your ceiling now as you tried to recall earlier memories spent with the boy.

“Yeah” Was all Richie could think to say.  Though the words in his head were that of course he did his best to treat you right.  He loved you.

“I remember you taking your jacket off that one day we were walking home… it was dumping rain and you held it over me so I wouldn’t get wet” You chuckled.  “But your dumb ass got soaked to the bone, and you had to walk me home before going to your own house so you had to go even further in the rain”

“I didn’t want you to catch a fucking cold, I’m a good friend like that” You rolled your eyes, and took his cigarette for the last drag.

“Yeah” You sighed.  “You really shouldn’t smoke” You said to him, stumping the burnt out cig next to the other one on the dresser.  Richie just rolled his eyes.

“Time for me to go” He groaned as he tried to sit up.

“I thought you were staying” You said quietly, eyes saddening as he was about to leave.  Richie looked back at you, then got settled in again.

“Okay princess” He hummed, sliding under the covers with you.  “I’ll stay” You smiled, and wiggled up close to him, hands grabbing onto the front of his black sweater.  Richie watched with a curious awe as you cuddled right against him.

“Goodnight Richie” You yawned.  He sighed, petting your hair slightly.

“You’re going to be in a world of hangover pain tomorrow” He said with a quiet chuckle.

“That’d be okay” You whispered.

Before he could say any more to you, you let out a soft snore.  He just laughed as quietly as he could manage, and kissed the top of your head.

“Sleep well babe” He hummed.

It took him a while to get to sleep, too busy basking in you there clinging onto him.  And while in the morning you may forget all of this, he never would.

The Last Incident: The Summer After Senior Year (eighteen years old)

Richie Tozier was a lying, no good, fucking asshole.  And you never hated him more.

He promised.  He promised that he’d never leave you in this god forsaken town.  That it’d be you and him for the rest of your lives.  But all day today the Loser’s were all excitedly telling you about his plans to get out of here, to go to California for university.  And even worse, his flight was tonight.

He wasn’t even fucking staying for graduation!

You yelled angrily as you walked in the front door, slamming it behind you.  Instantly you realized that your parents weren’t home, or else they’d have your head for making such a ridiculous scene.

There were tears in your eyes, but none slipped out.  You were far to angry to cry.  Why would you cry? Your best friend, not to mention the boy you’d been in love with since junior high, was leaving for the other side of the fucking country! And he wasn’t even going to tell you.

A broken sound that was somewhere between a yell and a sob was forced out of your throat.  You dropped your bag to the ground, it’s weight becoming too heavy on your shoulders.  Another cry passed your lips, and you furiously wiped your eyes dry with the back of your hands.

You couldn’t remember the last time you actually cried.  And it made you feel weak.

“Fucking stop it” You mumbled to yourself, kicking off your shoes before storming up the stairs.  “Stop it y/n stop it stop stop-” Your own ramblings were cut off when you opened the door to your room.

The lights were off, as you’d left them when you’d gone to school this morning, except for one.  The lamp you kept by your bed for late night reading or last minute homework.

It’s soft glow was the only thing illuminating the silhouette of Richie Tozier.  Sitting on the edge of your bed, hands clasped together in his lap, hair more of a mess than usual.  You would’ve jumped out of shock, maybe even a moment of fear, but you were still angry.

“What.  The actual.  Fuck?” You grumbled out, eyes narrowing into slits as you stared at him.

“y/n-”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came in through the window I had to-”

“Richie just- will you just- will you leave?” He didn’t say anything, just sat there staring at you as you stood in your doorway.

“No” He said simply, but sighed as he stood up.  “Look y/n I have to talk to you-”

“I already know, don’t even bother” You mumbled.  Richie stood up abruptly, making you jump just slightly out of surprise.

“y/n please I need to tell you this” He said, and you froze up.  You didn’t say anything, just let him continue.  “The plan… the plan was to go to California” He sighed out, and you bristled up like a pissed off cat.

“I know” You said, voice dark with anger.  But even Richie could hear the underlying pain.

“I’m supposed to go tonight I uh… I’ve had this plane ticket for almost a week now” He said, reaching into the pocket of his black sweatshirt and pulling out the folded paper.  You stared at it, eyes welling with tears.

It was strange, seeing the proof of the situation right there in his hands.

“I was gonna go, I’m packed up right now, I was so ready to leave” A lazy smile was on his lips as he thought, but you saw right through it.  “You know I’ve been done with my parents since I was six so… so this wasn’t too hard to think about but uh…” He trailed off, and it was quiet before he let out a long breath.  “y/n I can’t leave without… I can’t leave without telling you… that…”

He sighed again, staring down at you.  Your brows scrunched together as he licked over his lips, a nervous habit he had.  You opened your mouth, about to ask him what was going on, but he spoke first.

“Agh, fuck it” He grumbled, stepping forward and cupping your face in his hands.  You were barely able to take in a breath before he crashed his lips against yours.  You let out a muffled noise, but nonetheless kissed him back.  Your hands shooting up into his long curls as you melted there against him.  Your body completely leaned against his, lips being captured in a second kiss.

Even when your lips were no longer touching, you didn’t pull away.  Your eyes didn’t even open.  In fear that your tears would begin to trek down your cheeks.

“y/n I’m in love with you, I love you, I think… I think I’ve always loved you” You opened your eyes now, staring at him with wet eyes.  “And I made you a promise when we were little, that I’d never leave this fucking town without you”

You sucked in a sharp breath as you realized where he was going with this.  Your tears finally falling and your palms covered by your sleeves as you slid your hands to frame his face.

“I can’t leave without you princess” He breathed, reaching back into his pocket, your eyes followed his every move, as he pulled out another ticket.  You gasped, a hand covering your mouth.

“Rich” You cried, and he smiled as he wiped your tear stained cheeks with his free hand.

“This… this is for you, if you want it” He said.  You looked back up at him.  “And you don’t have to take it, I know it’s fast so if you don’t want it-”

“Richie” You breathed, taking the one way ticket to a new life, and standing on the tips of your toes to press your lips against his, a short and sweet kiss, but one that still made your chest constrict with butterflies.  “I love you too” You whispered, fluttering your lashes open to see his squeezed shut tight.  “I’d follow you anywhere trashmouth” You whispered, and he opened his eyes as he smiled.  You grinned back, adjusting his glasses to be straight.

“I don’t want to drag you away from your home” He said with a drop in his tone.  He wanted more than anything for you to come with him, but he was scared of letting you down in the end.  Like he always felt like he did.

You giggled, surprising him.  You shook your head at him, circling your arms around his neck and pecking his lips once, twice more.

“Richie Tozier, you are my home.  And I’m not letting you leave the town without me, much less the fucking state” He chuckled at your language, always fond of one of the few things that he’d rubbed off onto you.  “You’re my best friend and I… I can’t let you leave without me” his smile softened as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

“You’re the only home I ever knew y/n” He told you, holding onto your face like you were the most fragile thing on earth.  “I’d never leave you behind, not here in this shitty town… not ever”

And you hugged him, tightly, pressing your face into his sweatshirt and smiling widely.

He was the only home you ever knew too.

i’ve been on a richie kick i’m sorry to those of you who don’t read for him 

xoxo ~ jordie