#i also fuck heavy w beverly now

[ghostly-knight]

rolling around and writhing on the floor because instead of obsessing over something i loved at 10-11; im obsessing over something i loved at 13-14 which i think is at least a little worse

[trashmouth-tozier89]

Welcome to the Loser’s Club Asshole - Ch. 1 | F O U R

warnings: swearing, pretty disgusting stuff (dead bodies) , angst, pretty sad stuff but the next chapter will be worse

word count: 4,748

pairing: richie tozier x reader, platonic!losers x reader

a/n -  fourth chapter in and y/n finally gets her encounter with pennywise... also she takes a big step with richie!! this is quite a big chapter for y/n, so pay close attention and more importantly... enjoy!! 

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Y/N had never been one for swimming. She hadn’t grown up around the ocean, or even swimming pools; there was a quarry on the other side of her hometown, but the idea of swimming in polluted water never appealed to her and her friends. Especially after her father’s accident.

So, of course, hearing that the boys wanted to spend the rest of their afternoon at the quarry swimming didn’t exactly have her jumping for joy. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t go though; they were the only friends she had made so far, and ditching them on their first official ‘hang out’ together wouldn’t have been a good first impression.

As the rest of the boys planted their bikes firmly on the ground, Stanley propping his up with the stand, Y/N had already made her way over to the edge of the cliff. She stared down at the gentle waters below, gulping at the thought of having to jump, beginning to nervously bite her lip. Richie seemed to sense Y/N’s hesitation, as he glanced over at the girl as he began to remove his shirt; “what’s wrong?” he mumbled, not wanting to catch the attention of the other boys who were currently arguing with Eddie about the health risks of going swimming.

“Uh… nothing” she muttered, eyes not even flicking towards the boy who was now stood at her side, also looking over the edge. He had a wide grin on his face, full to the brim with excitement and exhilaration. She needed to come up with an excuse believable enough so that she didn’t have to dip even her pinkie toe into that water; “I just, um- I can’t swim”

“You can’t swim?” Stan piped up from where he was stood, making Y/N jump as she hadn’t realised she had said it loud enough for them to hear. The glares coming from the boys felt like it was burning into her skin, as she tried to explain.

“W-we didn’t have anywhere to swim back in my hometown, so I-I never learnt. Sorry, I should’ve told you before I dragged myself out here” she explained, earning small nods from all the boys except Richie, who wasn’t sure whether he believed her or not. He saw the look on her face, and that was a look of fear; he would never confront her about it though, the last thing he’d want to do was make her uncomfortable.

“It’s n-n-no problem Y/N. There’s a p-p-path leading down to those rocks, if you’d rather just sit there for a while? W-we probably won’t be in the water for too long.” Bill proposed, pointing out the edge of the water where the boys would often sit to dry off after they had been swimming. Y/N considered it; it was better than just going home, and she supposed now would be a good time to do some sketching.  

“Thanks Bill” she grinned, feeling relief wash over her with the fact the boys weren’t judging her. She played with the hem of her dress as Eddie led her back to the path; throwing her satchel over her shoulder and waving goodbye to the boys before heading down the trail. It didn’t take her long at all to get down to the spot, and by the time she arrived, the boys had only just finished stripping down to their tighty-whities. She giggled at the sight, settling herself down on the edge of a rock comfortably and unclipping her satchel to pull out her sketchbook. She was rather glad she didn’t want to swim, considering the day was a perfect one for sketching.

Before she began to let her imagination run free, her eyes drifted up to the 5 boys who were still stood at the top of the cliff, partaking in a loogie contest which Richie was sure to win. Everyone knows it’s about distance, not mass. Who care how cool it looks, if it’s green or it’s white or juicy and fat? What matter is how far it goes; that was Y/N believed anyway. Soon after watching the boys, mainly Eddie and Richie, argue about nonsense, she noticed that someone had finally made the jump; though when said person bobbed back to the surface of the water, she recognised the red hair to be that of Beverly’s.

“What the fuck?” Richie shouted, watching alongside the 4 other boys as the girl made the leap none of them had been brave enough to take yet. “Oh, holy shit! We just got showed up by a girl!”

“Do we have to do that now?” Stan mumbled; he had already been nervous to do the jump in the first place, but after watching Bev, he was now even more uncertain of performing the feat. Maybe he should’ve just joined Y/N where she was perched near the bottom? Though, the other boys seemed just as nervous, but they knew they’d look like absolute pussies if they didn’t. Eddie answered almost immediately, as if it were obvious; “Yes!”

“Come on!” They heard the feminine voice of Beverly come from the below waters, so they at least knew she was alive and hadn’t drowned. Ben waved down at the girl, while Stanley simply mumbled an “oh shit” with a petrified expression on his face. He was extremely close to backing out, until Bill took the first step and jumped down to where Beverly was. Which meant there was absolutely no way they could back out now, so one by one they joined.

Before they knew it, they were all together in the water and splashing about with the widest grins on their faces. Bill suggested a game of chicken, and so Beverly mounted his shoulders and Eddie on Ben’s, Stan spotting the two on top to ensure neither got hurt in the process. Richie, however, stood away from the group with his eyes on something much different; it hadn’t taken long for his gaze to fall onto Y/N where she had sat perched on the rocks in the distance. He watched the way she focused on her art, drawing as if the ideas were just flowing through her; he wished he could have a talent like that. No, all Richie was good at was annoying people. Y/N had decided drawing the scenery before her was something she hadn’t tried, but would like to; she was used to drawing smaller things like birds or insects because she found she was best at capturing the finer details they carried. However, the sight of the quarry sparked something of inspiration in the girl, and she was stirred into a world of art before she knew it.

After about 20 minutes, Y/N’s hand had begun to cramp from the constant movements, and smudges of lead pencil coated the side of her hand. She was happy enough with the sketch to say it was done; she could always go back to it and add more later on. Nevertheless, the girl was eager to take advantage of the summer weather and so she took to sunbathing on the towel she had brought along for some reason. Pulling her dress over her head to leave her in only her underwear, she put her sunglasses on to protect her eyes and lay down. She hadn’t been aware of the eyes which were staring her down; Richie couldn’t find his voice. He felt his cheeks flush hot, and his stomach grow heavy. His heart pounded in his throat, threatening to break out; his eyes stayed locked on her. How many love songs had he heard that said, “She takes my breath away”? Now that line made a lot sense to him. He couldn’t comprehend the feelings taking over his brain; he hadn’t felt anything like it before. Sure, he thought girls were hot, and he found his cheeks blushing when his hand would brush against someone else’s, and sometimes he’d even stutter on his words when a girl asked him the answer to a question in class; but he was a teenage boy with a penis going through puberty, of course he got overwhelmed from time to time. But it was never this intense; he hadn’t ever looked at a girl in this way. Looked at a girl as if he was in love with her. No Richie, he thought, there’s no way!

The boy was pulled out of his thoughts by the sensation of something nipping at his ankle; “Ah fuck! What was that?” he yelped out, catching the attention of the rest of the group who had been too distracted to notice he had zoned out moments before; “Something just touched my foot right here!”

Both Richie and Stanley ducked their heads under the water to see if they could spot the mystery creature, but they were unsuccessful. Eddie tried to help too, asking “where are we looking” and Richie had tried to point it out to the small boy but they couldn’t see anything for the life of them.

Bill ducked under too, and was quick to notice exactly what it was; “It’s a turtle!”

****

This here’s a tale for all the fellas

Tryin’ to do what those ladies tell us

Get shot down cause ya over-zealous

Play hard to get females get jealous

Y/N wasn’t sure at what point the Beverly had lay beside her and began sunbathing, as she had been dozing off for the past 10 minutes; the beams of the sun were surprisingly relaxing. Thankfully, one member of the group had brought a radio, which was currently playing Young MC’s Bust a Move; one of Y/N’s personal favourites. She had soon found herself mouthing along to song, unaware of the fact she didn’t know every word because that didn’t matter.

Her h/c hair had splayed over her shoulders and her skin almost sparkled in the sunlight. A deep curve on her lips made the world stop around her; she has a smile that makes you feel happy about being alive. She was lay on her front, a novel in hand as she scanned the page to find where she had previously been after getting distracted by the music.

Okay smarty, go to a party

Girls are scantily clad and showin’ body

A chick walks by you wish you could sex her

But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter

Y/N was yet to notice the sharp glares of the boys, as she had found herself too caught up in the pages of her book. Richie couldn’t tear his eyes from the girl lay in front of him; none of the boys could divert their gaze from the pair really. Stan kept glaring at the boy who had to keep pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose; he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/N had told him just the night before. She hadn’t had a conversation with Stan about her so-called crush on Richie since then, and so Stan was yet to have the chance to apologise for making her feeling bad. He just didn’t expect someone like Y/N to like someone like Richie. The boys, not used to seeing girls in nothing but their underwear, all sat eyes wide and mouth ajar while admiring the girls; though Richie only had eyes for Y/N and was finding it difficult to disengage his attention.

Next days function high class luncheon

Food is served and you’re stone-cold munchin’

Music comes on people start to dance

But then you ate so much you nearly split your pants

It wasn’t until Y/N started to feel herself getting cramp in her neck from the awkward position that she noticed the boys staring at her. A smirk growing on her face, she began to turn around to watch the boys scuttle around eyes wide, some coughing awkwardly, attempting to make it seem like they hadn’t spent the past 5 minutes preoccupied by the sight of the half-naked girls. Both Y/N and Beverly glanced at each other and chuckled, before propping themselves up onto their elbows to face the rest of the group.

Richie was almost certain he’d been caught checking Y/N out, if not by her by Stan. Thankfully, he distracted himself when he caught sight of Ben’s backpack open, digging his hand in to realise it was probably full of school stuff; he announced to the rest of the group in a comedic voice “News flash Ben, school’s out for summa’”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at the boy, never getting tired of his ridiculous voices and impressions which nobody else found funny; Stan noticed the way he blushed almost immediately, and he would’ve questioned it if Ben hadn’t but in; “Oh that? That’s not school stuff.”

“Who sent you this?” Richie chuckled, a humoured smirk growing on his face as he pulled out a small postcard from the bottom of the bag. He looked to Ben, wiggling his eyebrows up and down teasingly.

“No one! Give it-“ Ben insisted, snatching the card out of Richie’s hand before he had the chance to read it and shoving it back into the bottom of the backpack. The smile failed to fall from Richie’s face as he pulled out a book, filled with old newspaper articles about the Black Spot explosion; it was titled “Easter Explosion Kills 88 Children, 102 Total”.

“What’s with the history project?” Richie questioned, furrowing his brows as he read through the first few lines of the article. Y/N had found herself growing curious at what the boy was reading about, so she pulled herself to her feet and went to sit on the rock between Richie and Stan. Richie gulped slightly as he processed the proximity of the girl, her leaning over him to look at the paper intently before paying attention to what Ben was saying

“Oh, when I first moved here, I didn’t have anyone to hang out with, so I just started spending time in the library” Ben explained, earning a snigger from Richie.

“You went to the library? On purpose?” Richie asked, sounding completely serious with the question. Y/N took a little offence by this as she had always been an avid reader, and the library was one of her personal favourite places to go. She nudged him lightly, scolding him; “Some people enjoy going to the library, Richie!”

“Why? It’s all just books and… well, more book” Richie pointed out, earning an eye roll from Ben and the girl. He stared at them in utter bewilderment.

“That’s the whole point Richie; maybe if you’d learn to actually read, you’d realise it can actually be interesting”

“Oh, I wanna see” Beverly changed the subject, jumping to her feet and grabbing the folder out of Richie’s hand. Sitting beside Bill, she handed it to him without noticing the way his eyes followed her as she sat, his throat bobbing up and down to clear his throat.

“What’s the Black Spot?” Stanley asked, considering he hadn’t had the chance to properly read the paper.

“The Black Spot was a nightclub that was burned down years ago by that racist cult” Eddie explained.

“The what?” Y/N questioned at the same time as Stan; they were both clueless at this point.

“Don’t you watch Geraldo?” Eddie questioned, and at the sight of Y/N’s head shaking he gasped, pressing a hand to his chest in a joking manner as if he had been wounded. The couple chuckled softly, Y/N shoving Eddie’s shoulder gently; Richie watched on at the interaction with a pit of jealousy growing in his stomach.

“Y-y-y-your hair…” a soft voice pulled them out of their interaction, turning to see two pairs of eyes gazing intently at the redhead; Ben and Bill. As Y/N managed to match the voice to Bill after a few seconds (thanks to the stutter), she let a small smile perk up on her cheek; there was something going on between those two. It was obvious Bill wasn’t going to finish his sentence as about 10 seconds of silence passed by, finally being filled by Ben perking into the conversation; “Your hair is beautiful, Beverly”

“Oh” Beverly smiled at the boys compliment; “Right. Thanks”

There was a hanging tension between Bill and Ben, as Ben grinned towards the ground bashfully; Y/N could tell from the moment Bev joined the group that Bill had something of a crush on the girl, and so she wanted to investigate into a little further. Perhaps it was to take her mind off her own problems with Richie, but that didn’t need mentioning. Richie was beginning to feel awkward, staring at the two infatuated boys who were practically pining over Bev. “Here, pass it” he snapped his fingers, holding his palm out flat for Bill to pass the folder back over. Once having received it, he reopened and scanned the page.

“Why’s it all murders and missing kids?” Richie questioned, passing it to Stan and Eddie so they could read it too.

“Derry’s not like any town I’ve ever been in before. They did a study once and it turns out people die or disappear six times the national average,” Ben explained, not noticing the way their eyes all widened at the statement.

“You read that?” Beverly asked, while the rest shared worried looks. It wasn’t difficult to realise that the conversation had taken a turn for the worse, yet Ben still continued.

“And that’s just grown-ups. Kids are worse; way, way worse” Ben said as Y/N and Richie locked eyes; she gulped loudly at the thought and he could see the ounces of worry in her eyes.

“Well that’s great, my mum decides to move to the one town I could realistically die in” she mumbled, feeling her palms grow sweaty at the notion; this was not what she expected to come from her first summer in Derry. She felt a hand place itself on hers, shooting her head up at the source; Richie. “I-I won’t let that happen.”

Usually Richie would make a joke at this point, or a snide remark about how pathetic Y/N was being; that was if it was any other member of the club. Considering he could tell how spooked she really was, and he felt a little unsettled too, he wasn’t in much mood for jokes. Y/N searched his eyes for any sign of sarcasm or humour laced in his intentions, before nodding slowly and letting the corners of her lips curve up slightly; he meant it.

“I’ve got more stuff, if you want to see it?” Ben suggested, more enthusiastic than everyone else combined. Eddie was quick to deny it, shaking his head as his eyes scanned his friends. They were hesitant, but they knew it would probably be better to know it all than be in the blue. The group packed their stuff away, getting dressed and heading back to where their bikes were left. Eddie was ranting to Y/N about the dangers of grey-water, which she found ironic considering the boy had been swimming in quarry water only an hour ago, when she realised she had forgotten to pack her sketchbook back into her backpack.

“O-oh, guys, I think I left my sketchbook behind. I’ll catch up with you!” Y/N shouted out from the back of the group, watching as they all turned and nodded at her words before continuing their walk to where they had left their bikes. Believing nobody was going to follow behind her, Y/N went in the opposite direction, back to the spot where the group had been sat only minutes ago. She could spot the pastel yellow sketchbook from almost a mile away, and considering she didn’t want to completely lose the others (she didn’t have a clue where Ben lived), she almost raced over to the sketchbook. Placing it in her red satchel hanging over her shoulder, she went to turn away and catch up with the boys, who’s heads were now only just bobbing out of sight; that was, until she heard a voice from behind her.

“Y/N” the voice almost choked out, sounding as if its mouth was gargling ounces of water. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed almost immediately, confused considering there hadn’t been anyone there before. Not wanting to turn around, afraid of the possibility that there was a random homeless man who had followed her back down to the quarry, she brushed it of as just her imagination. It was just her imagination. “Y/N…?” ‘

That stopped her in her tracks; the voice had become clearer, as if the water had drained out of their mouth, and she knew that voice. She could’ve recognised that voice anywhere. Her whole body turned at the speed of lightning, eyes brimming with tears at the sight before her; “D-dad?”

There stood her father, just how she remembered him; the same high-waisted chinos, which were held up by the same pair of brown suspenders. The same tacky Hawaiian shirt, which she noticed looked a lot like what Richie was wearing the day before, but green; no wonder she liked Richie’s style. The same pair of brown loafers he insisted on wearing every day, whether he left the house or not. The same thick-rimmed glasses he would wear when sat at the dining table with the newspaper and a coffee in his hand. The same bushy moustache which would always tickle her cheeks when he’d give her a small kiss goodnight. It was all the same, except he looked exactly the way he should’ve; a corpse.

The corpse was almost devoid of skin and pitted by burrowing sea insects, and Y/N almost had to turn away as her stomach heaved, nostrils filled with the smell of rotting meat. The clothes were ripped to shreds, drenched in saltwater and algae just like the rest of it. Froth emerged from the corners of its mouth and nose, the sound of spit almost becoming worse than the smell. Its hands were almost down to the bone, the tissues having turned into grave wax, and the greenish black skin blistering over. She didn’t know what this was, but it wasn’t her dad, her dad was dead.

“Y/N, my sweet” The voice choked out, if you could even call it that, it hardly sounded like words. It was as if its lungs were full to the brim with water. She didn’t understand what was happening; what was this thing and why did it know her name? “I’ve missed you”

“What the fuck are you?” She almost yelled out, wanting to back away from the sight before her, but she found herself almost frozen in place; she felt paralysed with fear. Her eyes brimmed with bitter tears threatening to spill as the thing began approaching her slowly. It wasn’t even walking; it was floating through the surface of the water; the hand reached out to grab her own.

“Why, Y/N, you know who I am.” It spoke, so calmly she couldn’t quite help but believe maybe it wasn’t dangerous.

“Y-you’re not my d-dad. He’s dead” She tried to convince it, when really she was only trying to convince herself that this wasn’t real; it couldn’t be real. There was absolutely no way this was real… right?

“Oh, dear, don’t you think I know that. And let’s not forget who’s fault that is” he chuckled at her expense, watching as her head shot up at his words in shock. “Don’t look so shocked, we both know it was your fault. You did this to me, you’re the reason I died that day at the quarry” his voice became louder and harsher with every word, his hand now grasping the collar of her dress so tightly that she was struggling to breath.

“I-I didn’t do anything! I didn’t know!” Y/N defended herself, but her voice came out as mere wheezes, the tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Such a shitty excuse for a daughter, aren’t you? You left me to die, and so now you’ll be next. Come join me, Y/N, come join your old man. You’ll float, float just like the rest of us” he spat, face mere inches away from hers. She tried to fight back, kicking and punching at the monster that wasn’t budging at all.

“D-dad, stop!” she cried out, gaining nothing but a laugh. It wasn’t her dad’s laugh though, it wasn’t the monsters laugh. It had risen in pitch, morphed into laughter that Y/N didn’t recognise. Her scrunched eyes burst open to see a clown, replacing the corpse that was once there. Its grin was wide, rows of razor-sharp teeth sticking out, and eyes an unnatural orange colour. Before Y/N could scream, the clown spoke up.

“You'll float down here. We all float down here.” The clown teased, and in a split second the two were dunked into the deep waters of the quarry. Before she could surface to catch her breath, darkness had enveloped her. The water began to close in around her, filling her with a deep dread. She tried to hold her breath for as long as she could, but it ended up being too long. Red and black splotches danced in front of her eyes and she couldn't really tell if her eyes were opened or closed at that point. The coldness she had felt upon entering the water was completely gone; a desperate hot wave had washed over her, warming even her frosted toes. Her heart was beating rapidly in panic, the urgency for air was more apparent than ever before. There weren't red speckles in her field of vision anymore; it had become all black.

She opened her mouth, gasping for air. She revelled in the sensation of fresh air filling her lungs, rather than the salty, polluted water she had tasted only seconds before. Her vision was still blurred, but she could tell she wasn’t submerged anymore, as the bright light hit her eyes faster than she’d have liked; though she couldn’t have complained. Her ears felt clogged, all sound around her was extremely muffled; she could barely make out the begs and pleads coming from the figure in front of her. Wait; there was a figure in front of her?

“Y/N, breathe… say something… come on, say something”

As her eyes began to zoom back into focus, she could just about make out the shape of the body before her; it was wearing a green shirt over white, what seemed to be patterned grey shorts, and thick-rimmed glasses which sat across the bridge of its bright red nose. Her mind immediately drew back to the rotting body which lured her into the water, and how much it resembled whatever was before her now. With as much strength as she had, she attempted crawling backwards away from it only to find she couldn’t, as her back was perched against the rock ledges. Her hoarse voice screamed out; “get away from me! Leave me alone! I can’t-”

“Y/N, it’s me! Stop moving around, you’re going to hurt yourself; it’s me!” The voice shouted over her, clamping its hands down on her shoulder so that she would stop moving; he was afraid she’d bang her head on a rock or scrape her knees. The girl didn’t calm, still having trouble identifying the individual as anything but the monster; “what do you want with me? What are you?”

“Y/N calm down, please!” he pleaded, feeling tears brim in his own eyes at the sight of the girl in such distress. As she shivered vigorously, she felt herself losing energy being wasted on trying to escape, so she calmed herself and focused on getting her vision to return. Tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, she slowly began to recognise the person as not her dad, not the clown or the monster, but someone she was much happier to see.

“R-Richie?” she croaked out, launching her whole body forward to wrap him in a swaddle of her arms and chest; she was soaking wet and absolutely freezing, but the boy couldn’t care less.  He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, gently rubbing her arm. Despite the heaviness in her stomach, it fluttered at the feeling of her body pressed against his. She sunk into the warmth of his side, finally feeling a sense of comfort.

Then it dawned on Y/N; Richie had rescued her, pulled her out the water and saved her from drowning. He didn’t let her die.

He kept his word.

*****

A/N guys i imagine y/n’s drawing to look something like this ^^

[billhaderlovebot]

beep beep (2) - richie tozier

okay, mentions of sex, weed, and as usual, language that would make my grandmother disown me. some horror-typical blood stuff. enjoy.

@the-star-above-you @ceruleanrainblues

had it not been for richie's incredible, rugged good looks and sex appeal, as he had so tactfully put it, you were sure you would have tried to fucking murder the guy at least once, because he was infuriating at the best of times.

you'd never actually made an attempt on his life, of course, but now, as he tried to peel away from you and get out of the bed that wasn't a single but not quite big enough for two people, you almost killed him, hissing at him to lay the fuck back down right now we might die today i haven't seen you for like half my life you asshole cuddle me right now, richard.

richie, of course, as he hadn't ever been able to say no to you, smirked and shifted to lay back down, resuming the earlier position in which your limbs had become not unlike that thing where your headphones get all knotted in your bag and you can't figure out how to separate them.

"that's what i thought." you huffed, leaning up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

this was almost surreal. being back here, and with the same man you left behind. it was like, the whole time you'd been apart, you'd only been half a person. and now you were back and he was holding you and you were one whole, functioning person again because he was your other half.

"i was just thinking, yknow." richie voiced, pressing a kiss of his own to your temple. "about, uh, your husband."

"i fucking hope not. that's not good bedroom etiquette, tozier, bedding a girl and then fantasising about her husband."

"shut up," he laughed. "no, i mean, you're... married." he noticeably recoiled at the word, and you visualised the nose-scrunch, because he was definitely scrunching his nose right now. god, you loved him so much.

"i noticed."

"yeah, but, babe, this isn't a very married thing to be doing, is it?" richie gestured to the bedclothes, which you were both very naked underneath, and also his shirt, which had ended up hanging from the door handle. there was underwear strewn about the place, and you literally did not know where your pajamas had gone. oh well.

"rich, when i made the decision to come here, i made the decision to leave there." it was true. you may not have known it at the time, but the moment you left that house you were never to return.

your husband might have been calling, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't thought about him. but any calls he made would have come through in a stream of bubbles and a faint gurgling sound, what with your phone still being back home in your bathtub. being back here just proved that this was where you were always supposed to be. with him. you slid off your wedding ring, pressing it into his palm, and it was as if a weight had been lifted.

"it's always been you, richie."

and that was enough for him.

---

bill raised his eyebrows at last night's dark purple and red hickeys that littered your throat, courtesy of a one richard tozier, before joining you where you sat in the common area. you hadn't thought to pack a turtleneck, or a scarf, at that, and so you'd have to avoid everyone's inquisitive looks and make do.

when richie emerged from the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hand and a matching set of hickeys, bill sighed.

"th-thought so." he said.

"huh?"

"thin w-w-walls, guys."

"it's not her fault im the best she's ever had." remarked richie, winking at bill and falling onto the couch beside you. he slung an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into him, sipping his coffee.

you shrugged. "yeah, billy, and it's not his fault he hasn't had a good lay since i dumped his ass in derry."

"hey! you didn't mean to dump my ass."

"ah, but i did, nonetheless."

"fuck you." richie teased, setting his coffee down on the table so he could pretend to argue with you properly.

"no, fuck you." you shot back.

"fuck both of you." a voice, eddie's, whined from the kitchen where richie had come from and interrupted your pretend dispute. "i mean, you kept me up all fucking night, fucking each other absolutely senseless in the room next to mine, you inconsiderate assholes."

"they haven't changed, eddie." bill groaned, rolling his shoulders and leaning back on the couch.

"i know that," said eddie "but i don't think i can deal with it, they're all fucking over each other!"

you supposed eddie was right.

richie, now realising you were here and he was with you and you were both within kissing distance of each other again after over two decades, he took every opportunity to shove you against a wall or a door or a sink or on a bed and kiss you hard. a lot. a lot. seriously, he'd sprung at least four impromtu heavy makeout sessions (with tongue) on you so far and it was only your first day here.

it was like you were teenagers again.

god, if only.

"w-we need to put a plan together." bill said firmly, clasping his hands together. you had noticed his stutter had been worse since you'd left the restaurant. not as bad as when you were kids, but still there. "w-w-we need everyone here, t-together, which doesn't include you two s-sneaking off to suck face."

"but she's got such a nice face." richie whined.

"she won't if you don't get your shit together." you heard the voice of ben hanscom (or, handsome, as richie now referred to him.) as he trudged down the stairs and joined you all in the living room. "so shut up and listen in case IT decides to tear it off her."

now, that had really freaked richie out, so he shrugged in defeat and pulled you tighter to him, kissing your forehead and holding you to his chest.

"good morning to you too, ben." you yawned, circling an arm around richie's waist and allowing him to just hold you.

what? he was fucking warm, ok.

"are you guys gonna be like this the whole time?" ben queried, gratefully accepting the cup of coffee eddie had just brought out for him.

"i think it's sweet." beverly was the next to come in, ruffling the back of her hair and rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

"yeah guys, we all got hot or married, and richie got less and less familiar with his fucking shower. we should be impressed he got anywhere near her." eddie chided. a chorus of laughter arose, all of you sat around the coffee table on plush couches, and you could pretend, just for a moment, that this was all you were here for. a reunion. but you weren't.

"m-mike's meeting us later." bill explained. "we have.... stuff to do."

---

the clubhouse was almost exactly how you remembered it (save for the inch-thick layer of dust and the smell of rot and the slight water damage from what must have been 27 years of rain leaks). you'd damn near punched richie in the fucking face when he pulled that "you'll float too" bullshit. his impressions were always impeccable, but now was not the time. he'd rectified his mistake by kissing you soundly and offering one to everyone else, to which they all refused.

"reckon we could still fit?" richie echoed your own thoughts as you both stared in at the dusty old hammock you'd spent so many hours on as teenagers, nostalgia coming over you in waves.

"how much you betting, trash-mouth?" you grinned, your tongue poking out from between your teeth.

"five bucks says we can."

you looked over the stretch of fabric that ben had pinned up between the boards on the ceiling all those years ago. you could barely fit on it when you were teenagers, so there wasn't much change of it happening 20-or-so years on. "i say we can't, so, ten bucks."

"done." he said, with an air of finality, and stuck his hand out for you to shake.

"nah," you shook your head. extending your little finger instead."handshakes are for businessmen and drug dealers. pinky swear."

richie hooked his pinky around yours and flashed you his signature shit-eating grin. "get ready to cough up."

a great deal of struggling later, (richie almost bringing the fucking roof down) you were considerably warmer and ten dollars poorer. the rest of the losers stared on in disappointment because the two of you were still absolutely insane. but you had done it.

granted, you'd had to twist very close around each other to fit on, and your leg was sticking out at an odd angle, but neither of you were terribly bothered.

"ten bucks, babe."

"can't i just have sex with you?" you groaned. you hadn't brought much money with you in the first place, and you really needed a coffee and a therapeutic shop for stationary.

"how about you give me ten bucks and then i have sex with you." he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"i think that consistutes prostitution, actually, babe." you pointed out, kissing his lips and reluctantly pressing two folded fives into his hand. "but i do expect something by way of a sexual favour later on, provided we don't die."

"guys? important stuff is going on. yknow, like, if-we-don't-do-this-we'll get-fucking-murdered stuff." you'd forgotten that the rest of them were there, and eddie had rather pulled you both out of the bubble you were existing in.

"lighten up, eds. i just got my girl back." for once, richie wasn't joking around, and the sincerity in his voice almost made you cry. eddie didn't say anything more.

but mike did. "we have to split up to find our artefacts." he chimed in, reminding you all exactly what you were there for. "we have stan's, and i have mine. you'll know what they are when you see them."

you couldn't help but feel sorry for mike. he knew so much and had everything so planned out, but at what cost? he had been waiting alone for years and years and years, knowing full well the rest of derry depended on him not giving up, even if they didn't know it themselves.

"w-we can't split." bill interjected. "it's t-too dangerous. what if one of us d-d-d-d..." he inhaled deeply, calming himself and allowing mike to put a hand on his shoulder. "what if something happens. i won't forgive myself."

"im not letting this one out of my fucking sight, mikey." richie concurred, absently drumming his fingers where they rested on your waist. "no fucking way."

"you have to do this alone. all of you." mike continued, and you knew he was right.

ben and beverly knew it, too, and had begun making their way out of the clubhouse, the maggot-eaten wood of the ladder groaning in protest underneath their feet.

"right. a-are you s-sure, mike? really?"

"positive. this is how it has to be."

------

"okay, so if you die, we can't fuck later, and i would rather like to, so, maybe don't die, please." richie was trying to make light of possibly the worst moment of his life, but it wasn't working so well, because his hands were shaking so hard that he could barely keep ahold of you.

"i'll be fine, rich." you assured him, leaning against his chest and inhaling the scent of home.

"you don't know that, y-y-you don't-- t-there's no way you can-- y-y-you're-"

you cut him off by firmly pressing your lips to his, and it did seem to calm him. the act of holding you close and feeling the rise and fall of your chest and knowing he could touch you and you were still here. you thread your fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck and allowed him to deepen the kiss, knowing he needed it.

he had always needed reassurance when you were kids, because he'd always been insecure or scared about something he couldn't remember. he always went to you first, because the whole vulnerable thing wasn't really his scene, and you were the only person who saw it. and his nightmares, god, the fucking nightmares. you hadn't seen him cry before until he woke up shaking in your bed, searching around for something to grab onto because he couldn't tell what was real or not. he cried for what seemed like hours in your arms and all you could do was hold him.

"you're stuttering worse than billy." you murmured, close enough so your lips just barely touched. "ill be fine."

his eyes searched yours desperately for any sort of truth, but he could tell that you weren't sure. that you were just as shit-scared as he was and you were holding it together for the both of you.

"fuck." was all he said.

"fuck." you agreed.

---

1994

---

"baby." richie's voice was practically ecstatic down the phone. you grinned and reached over to your shelf to turn your record player, and the cure, down.

"yes?"

"i have, like, the best idea ever."

"and what would that be?"

"so, yknow, i have like, a shit ton of pot."

"uh huh."

"and i haven't seen you in like, uh, like two days. which is, fuckin, two days too long, yknow."

"yeah, of course."

"so, what say you and me get really really stoned and wait for your grandmother to leave for bingo and have a lot, and i mean a lot, of high sex."

"trash-mouth tozier, i may just take you up on that." you smirked, twirling the bright red phone cord in between your fingers.

"oh, good, cause im already here."

richie's voice was now coming from your actual window.

you whirled round to see him perched on the fire escape like a fucking curly haired pigeon with a high libido.

"god, you do know how to make an entrance, rich, fuck me."

"ask, and ye shall receive." richie smirked, dropping his legs through your window. in two strides he was in front of you, pupils dilated and partly concealed by his dark curls. his glasses were almost falling off his nose.

the phone receiver dropped from your hand and clattered to the ground as you reached up to take them off, and-

oh, and then his tongue was inside your mouth, so the glasses fell and landed alongside the phone by your bare feet.

no matter how many times you kissed richie tozier, it never failed to surprise you just how fucking good he was at it. you found yourself rather at his mercy whenever his lips were on yours, his hands on your face or in your hair or your back trouser pockets. he'd always make a point of tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and oh my fucking god. wow.

"well i can't fucking see you now, can i?" he whined, pulling away and blinking hard in an attempt to adjust to you having taken his actual sight away.

you responded by reaching your hand around to his back pocket where you knew his silver zippo would be.

"and here i thought you loved me."

richie stuck his bottom lip out in mock sadness, but grinned about two seconds after, reaching into his other pocket and handing you a small zip-lock baggie.

"you know that i love you." you smiled, kissing his lips and edging round him to get to your bed.

"you do?" he asked.

"more than anything."

----

2016

----

the zippo lighter was much heavier than you remembered it, you thought, as you turned it over and over in your hands.

you flicked it open, but no flame arose. not as though you expected it to.

god, those years were the happiest of your life. after IT. when richie and yourself could be happy and in love and kids.

just two stupid kids in love.

and your heart ached now as you thought of all the lost years. all that time you could have spent with him, watching him grow, and growing alongside him.

but you were together again, and it was alright. it was alright, now.

"beep beep, richie's girl."

the voice that came from behind you caused your heart to plummet, and you swore it could have fallen out of your ass.

"oh, fuck no. you fuck right off, right fucking now." you steadied the shaking of your hands. you were not afraid. i mean, yes, you were, very much so. but you weren't letting It see you weak.

clenching your fists, you slowly turned to look at the space near the window from which the voice had come.

oh, fuck.

it was richie.

or it would have been, if it were normal for richie to have a huge slice across his throat and a considerable amount of his left arm missing.

blood poured like a fucking faucet from the slash, forming grotesque patterns where it fell across its shirt.

"help me, baby." it choked, hands coming up to the wound, trying desperately to hold it together. it fell to its knees before you and pleaded with you to fucking help me, please and then it was crying and in that moment it's eyes looked so fucking much like his that you almost threw up.

"no, fuck no." you were seriously, seriously about to vomit right now, but you weren't about to embarrass yourself in front of a supernatural evil entity.

"please." blood came spluttering from its mouth, and you had to commend it on its honest to god phenomenal acting. it wasn't a pretty sight, honestly, because richie in any form of pain was enough to make you want to tear out your eyes, even a fake richie. but this wasn't him.

"you got it wrong." you flipped the lighter open and closed absently, hoping to whatever god would listen that the shake in your voice wasn't noticeable.

the mock expression of fear disappeared from not-richie's face.

"m not fucking scared of you. you'll only hurt me if i let you, right?" you hoped to god that you were right, because it'd be pretty embarrassing if after all that, you were torn to shreds anyway.

and then it was gone. leaving behind, scrawled in fake richie's fake blood on the wall:

beep beep, richie's girl.

you had to admire the theatrics, really.

---

richie hadn't wanted to talk about his artefact, or where he had got it, and you knew better than to push him.

he looked so fucking tense, tears in his eyes, that you just wanted to hold him and never let go ever until the earth stopped spinning. but that wasn't an option, so:

"nap?" you suggested, reaching up to thread your fingers through his hair.

his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned into your touch.

"yeah. nap."

"rich?"

"yeah?"

"i love you."

"i love you more."

"fuck you."

"no, fuck you."

[so-ingestible]

red eyeshadow roundup

so I recently saw people talking about red eyeshadow and asking about the best ones and (bc its p much the only colour i’ve worn for the past few years) I’ve gone through more than a normal person probably should and feel p qualified in reviewing/recommending some.  i hope at least someone can benefit from the frankly stupid amount of money i’ve spent over the past few years :)))

 These are all matte true-ish reds as thats what I assumed people wanted so as to achieve messy revenge-era MCR vampire goth (or like at least thats what I’m aiming for usually).

1. Melt Cosmetics Lovesick

this has been my go-to red for a few years now and it’s the one I’d recommend the highest. it used to be included in a stack, which did make it more cost effective, and I don’t believe they sell that these days so it is pretty expensive ngl. it looks bright in the photo but it pulls as suuuch a perfect red--not too brown, nowhere near pink, kind of a darker leaning midtone. good payoff so even though it looks kinda small I havent made too significant a dent in it despite having it for years and using it constantly. if you can justify the money and youre aiming for revenge-era gerard smear then this is the one you want, trust me.

2. anastasia beverly hills renaissance palette

^these are the ‘reddish’ colours included in the palette. neither are really a true red (venetian pulls verrryyy pink and is a lil glittery and red ochre goes brownish) but if you mix em a little you can get close, and red ochre can work well enough on it’s own (esp if you blend it w a red eyeliner, which was kind of my go to for a while). the palette itself is overall pretty great imo and really excellent quality, so you’d probably get more value out of this then a single.

3. Sugarpill’s Love +

I have the original version of this (back when it used to be in a lil premade palette lol) and I do believe they have changed it a little bit recently but not so much that it’s miles different than the one I have. Sugarpill is great and all their shit is usually great so I broadly rec, but love + is definitely a brighter red--which, if we’re using revenge gerard as a basis, wont exactly be what youre looking for on its own (but does look great if mixed w a darker red). it’s a pretty primary red but does pull more towards pink.

4. urban decay’s relish

‘oh what about gash????’ fuck gash tbh. the new gash UD sells is a weird pink-red shimmer which barely reads as ‘red’ at all. don’t bother. otoh UD does have Relish, which is a matte warm red and is way more in line with the kind of reds I look for. the payoff is actually not great and it needs a few layers to be a solid colour which weirdly works in our favour--the intended colour is pretty brown but the red comes through first, so your initial layers will be much more red then it eventually builds up to. if that makes any sense. basically I’d rec this if you like for whatever reason really want an urban decay eyeshadow and also if maybe you’re afraid of commitment or something.

5. BH Cosmetic’s Lil Bit Psycho

this baby is 10 dollars and it is pretty damn good for that price point, but the reds aren’t ideal probably. the top red is a bright red which pulls verrrryy pink and the bottom is a really really warm brown rather than a real red tbh. both don’t go on very strong but build up well and for 10 bucks are a reasonable option. these are the only reds I have from BH but usually their eyeshadows are what I would definitively call ‘pretty good’ and they are blessedly cheap--so it might be worth exploring some of their other options?

6. Ben Nye Flame Red Blush

Back in early high school red eyeshadow was waay harder to come by then it is now, so I actually used blush as eyeshadow quite often lol. the best one I ever encountered was this ben nye blush, which is a verrrryyy vivid bright right. On it’s own it definitely isn’t perfect (its a litttlee too bright for my taste) but it is 12 dollars so, yknow, you do what you gotta do.  

(NB: I’ve used the Lime Crime reds from the venus palette and they are actually and unfortunately pretty fucking good. However, I personally don’t purchase from LC and suggest others do the same.)

(NB 2: My go to is to combine any of these w a red/burgundy eyeliner which makes for a very cool look, but not one i rec for very very sensitive eyes bc red anything is not necessarily suppppeeeerrrr eye safe. oops.)

these are all the ones I can think of off the top of my head that I think are even vaguely worth it and are still currently available. I can add swatches/pictures of these on the face but i didnt want to make this supeerrr photo heavy lol. I hope this is at least a little useful!!!!

[stellar-alley]

Everfalls

•Chapter 12•

This is based off of the artwork by oceanteeeth on Instagram! Also shout out to my Beta super.rose.cosplays!

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(Summary: After some investigating, Stanley finds Bill has been doing some shocking research of his own. Eddie struggles to pack for a sleepover and requests Richie's aid. )

~

“Hey Bill” Stan greeted with a smile when Bill opened the door.

“Hey Stan” Bill returned the smile as he stepped aside to allow Stan to come inside.

Stan and Bill had made plans to get together after school that Friday to work on their project for religion class. An hour before Stan left for Bill’s house, he received a very odd call from a frantic Richie and Eddie. He requested that Stan do some digging and see if Bill knew about their secret. Stan, of course, needed context, which he received after threatening to not help at all.

Yes he agreed to look around, as he was already going to Bill’s house. Though he didn’t tell them that he didn’t believe them. Yes they’re supernatural creatures and he should be used to believing random shit by now. But Bill was a good guy, he’s known him for as long as he can remember, so he cannot imagine him betraying his friends like that.

Bill led Stan into the kitchen where they usually set up to work. As Stan began to unload his bag he heard the rumbling of feet running down the stairs. The two turned towards the stairs that led to the second floor just in time to see Bill’s younger brother, George, charge towards them.

“Stanley!” He exclaimed, jumping to hug Stan.

Stan was taken aback by the sudden force as the kid hugged him. But he soon straightened up and returned the gesture.

“Hey Georgie, how’re you doing?” Stan smiled down at the kid.

“Good!” He beamed up at Stan before turning to face his older brother, “Billy can I have some choky milk please?” He asked with a tilt of his head, he looked like a sad puppy.

Bill took a moment to think as if he hadn't already made up his mind. “I guess that’d be al-alright” he said as if it was a special occasion.

Georgie pumped a fist into the air and cheered. Then he ran to the kitchen to retrieve his favourite cup from the cupboard.

Bill happily shook his head as he opened the fridge and took out the big jug of chocolate milk.

Stan’s brow furrowed as he watched Bill take a second jug out of the fridge. “Why two?” he asked.

The older brother began to pour his brother a cup, he handed it to the kid before he turned back to Stan. “W-Watch” Bill instructed as he took the cap off the second jug. Bill ducked down to grab something from one of the lower cupboards and screwed it onto the jug. Once it was secure he grabbed the handle and tilted the jug upwards and began to drink straight from the bottle. That’s when Stan noticed that Bill had replaced the normal cap with the iconic orange gatorade cap.

Stan’s jaw dropped in fake shock, “Holy shit” He laughed. Bill lowered the jug, the usual milk mustache he would’ve received if it was the normal cap was nowhere to be seen. He did a little bow as if he had just presented his secret talent. Though the gesture was small and in no way intimate, Stan’s heart still found a way to beat a little faster in his chest. He might've denied it when he was with Richie but Stan knew deep down that he had feelings for Bill. The two teens had known each other for a really long time, and they always shared a connection, like they always knew what the other was thinking.

Bill gestured the other, normal, jug to Stan, “W-Want some?”, just like that, he read Stan’s mind.

~

Stan and Bill had about half of their project. Their religion teacher had told them to research a separate religion and make a poster board display that showed all of their findings. So of course, as Stan is Jewish, they decided to do Judaism. They had everything drawn and written up, now all that was left to do was glue it onto their poster board. But Stan couldn’t find his glue.

“Big Bill, do you have any glue? I think I forgot mine” Stan asks.

Bill looked up from the title he was writing in long flowy cursive letters. “Yep I sh-should have some in the spare room on the desk” Stan nodded and stood up then made his way up the stairs to where the spare room resides.

Stan slowed his pace once he reached the top of the stairs, Hm, when was the last time I went into Bill’s room? Not since his dad passed…. Ever since Zack Denbrough’s passing, the Losers have usually agreed it’d be best to get Bill out of his house and try to get his mind off of the things worrying him.

First things first he went into the spare bedroom and retrieved the glue.

Afterwards the curly haired teen found himself standing before his best friend’s bedroom door, suddenly worried about what state of disarray his friend’s room might be in. Stan shook his head, he tried to shake off his worries but all he did was knock a couple of his golden curls into his face. He mentally cursed out his hair that he had let grow out.

Without wasting anymore time, Stan sighed and pushed the door open. He was happily surprised to see that Bill’s room was fairly tiddy, with his window open it created a nice breeze that blew in. His bed was made and the floor was clean. The only thing that was a little messy was Bill’s desk, covered in random papers and books. He looked up at the wall behind the desk, his jaw dropped at the display that had set up.

“Shit…” Stan gasped, Richie was right.

He could barely believe his eyes, surprised that he didn’t notice it sooner. The wall looked like a background from a detective movie, pictures and newspaper clippings taped to the wall and laced together with various pieces of yarn. Quickly he snatched his phone out of his pocket and began snapping pictures.

There was a picture of a white rabbit in the middle of an empty field, newspaper clippings, some from his dad’s death, others from other cold cases. Eddie had his own corner, with a picture that Bill must’ve secretly snapped during school in the middle. Surrounding the headshot was the same picture of the rabbit and a picture of an open field, and various other notes that Stanley didn’t have time to read.

The sound of Bill’s voice made Stan freeze in place. “Find it?” Bill shouted out from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yep!” he tried to keep his voice steady as he relaxed his shoulders. Stan stole one last look at the fucking Buzzfeed unsolved board before heading back downstairs.

“W-What took you so lu-long?” Bill questioned while Stan reclaimed his chair beside him.

“Nothing, just thought I saw a spider” Stan shrugged, using his arachnophobia as an excuse. If Bill was suspicious he didn’t mention it, he simply nodded and got back to his writing.

Another 20 minutes went by and the boys had half of their project finalized and glued onto the board.

“Would you w-wanna come over to-tomorrow for a sleep-over?” Bill’s voice sounded soft, vulnerable almost.

It made Stan’s heart melt. “Yeah! That sounds like fun” he tried so hard to keep his voice from sounding too excited.

“Okay, good…” Bill sent Stan a warm smile before he continued, “I’m gonna see if the rest of the g-gang wants to come.” Stan’s gut twisted, of course it wouldn’t be just us. “Y-You guys have done so much for me, ah-and I wanna repay you gu-guys”.

“Oh, Bill you don’t need to do that. It’s what friends are for” Stan forced a smile.

“I-I know… But still, it would be fu-fun” He smirked over at the other boy.

“With Richie coming? Yeah it’ll be chaos” Stan mused, which got a little chuckle out of Bill. Seeing that reaction made Stanley happy, either way, as long as he’s happy, I’m happy.

~

The Losers Club

Bill: Sleepover @ my place tomorrow night?

Beverly: FUCK YEAH!

Mike: Sounds fun!

Ben: I’ll be there.

Richie: Should I bring the good stuff?

Stan: Richie no one is going to smoke weed with you.

Bev: Speak for yourself

Bill: guys no smoking in my fucking house

Richie: fine…

Eddie clicked out of the conversation as he wasn't interested in listening to them argue about drugs. Instead he opened up his chat with Richie

Trashmouth <3

Eddie: Are you going to the speelover?

Richie: yepperoni Richie: you?

Eddie: Not sure, I’m kinda suspicious of Bill

Richie: i know… but if everyone else is there then we should be safe

Eddie: Yeah you’re right

Richie: i know

Eddie: Can you come over?

Richie: you good?

Eddie: No.

Eddie’s phone immediately went off, vibrating and emitting his annoying ringtone. He swiped to answer the call. “Richie?” He asked.

“Eddie are you okay?” The wolf’s voice sounded worried.

“What? Yeah I’m fine I just-”.

“Cause you said you weren’t okay-”

“No, no, not like that. I’ve never been to a sleepover before and I have no clue what to pack” Eddie explained, he glanced over at his backpack and wondered what he’d bring.

“OH thank god, don’t scare me like that. I thought you were in trouble” Richie let out a heavy sigh. “Wait what do you mean you’ve never been to a sleepover before?” Eddie could practically see the confused look on his face. “Did you not have sleepovers in The All Lands?”.

“No asshat we had sleepovers, I just wasn't allowed…” Eddie’s voice drifted off, recalling a time when his mother used to control every aspect of his life. He shook it off before it could get to him, “So can you come over or not? If you get ready beforehand we can go together” he suggested.

“Yeah sounds good. And hey, don’t worry about Bill okay? This’ll be fun!” Richie cheered, “See you tomorrow Spaghetti”.

“Richie that’s not my name” Eddie drew out the A. He let out a small sigh, “Bye Trashmouth” then he hung up.

~

Richie hummed while he inspected Eddie’s room, hands on his hips, “You’ll also need toiletries, like toothbrush and stuff.” Richie said as Eddie popped his head up from under his bed where he was retrieving his pajamas.

“Yep I got them already. Hey Rich?”

“Yeah Eds?”

“Grab me my fanny pack over on bay window”

“A fanny pack? Dude no one uses those anymore” Richie tried to stifle his laugh as he retrieved the pack from the bay window.

“Well I use it, so shut it” Eddie said, but his voice held no anger.

Richie held his hands up in defence “alright alright” he chuckled as he tossed it into the backpack Eddie was preparing for the sleepover. Eddie stood up and dusted off his pants. “Okay I think you should be good” Richie went over the mental checklist he had created.

“Okay… And you’re sure this is a good idea?” Eddie raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Yes, for the hundredth time, we’re gonna be okay” Richie walked over to put a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie sighed and leaned into Richie’s touch. “Alright, fine”.

“C’mon, it’ll be a blast,” Richie said with a smile.

Word Count: 1864

GUYS, WE'RE HALFWAY THERE! I started posting this story way after I began writing it so I've always been about 10 chapters ahead of the updates LOL. And I'm pretty sure I have about 2 chapters left to write, so we're halfway there! Ah I'm kinda sad cause this story is my literal pride and joy but IT'S SO FRICKEN GOOOOD! Okay enough about the future, let's focus on the present. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and are excited to see what happens next because trust me, shit is about to go down next chapter (; But also like, comment, share this chapter as it shows how much you care and it inspires me to keep writing!

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What's up Alpha Gang!! Welcome back to my channel if you're new here hi i'm BadgalKatzha but feel free to call me Kiki this is my corner of beauty where i do reviews, full faces of brands, challenges, transformations, 8/10 hr wear test and much more if you like what you see and wants to be part of the Alpha Gang u just need to hit da subscribe button and bell so u don't miss any of my videos you can also follow me in IG BadgalKatzha where i have my IGTV/KIKISGLAMTV where i also have more makeup related content. So without any further do's let's get started

I present you Anastasia Beverly Hills Luminous Set. I want to call this products a face set cuz is all about face. I went a lil crazy buying from ABH but honestly it was needed from me to do so ahahahha anyways let's focus on the real tea Anastasia Beverly Hills released their first foundations and setting powders for us we have so many shades available in both products.The foundation is luminous giving you a natural finish. The formula is longwearing w/medium coverage very dewy apparently you won't cake have flashbacks or oxidation the foundation retails for 38 dollars the setting powder comes in 5 shades light to dark retailing for 36 dollars da brightens absorbs oils and minimizes shine leaving a matte finish also the setting powder blurs imperfections and supposedly makes the makeup last longer mind you Anastasia Beverly Hills did this set for people with dry up to normal skin yaz just like fenty however the difference is this is a Luminous formula meaning the skin would have this wet or shiny look. Oily skin people like me we would have to set this foundation to the gods to maybe have a good experience and that's where the abh powder enters the game so let's get started y'all

I'm blending the foundation shade 400N to my skin i can tell quickly is very medium coverage so if you're into full coverage i reccomend u apply this twice blend nicely and u will get the coverage desired the natural-ish finish is not da bad i lowkey like it cuz summer is about looking more dewy and natural for me right of the back i haven't experience any redness reaction while blending witch is awesome the foundation blur my pores very quickly and feels lighter in my skin not like a matte foundation da is more heavy makin u feel makeup is in ur face i have oily skin n so far the formula is working pretty good no oxidation or flashback yet

I'm baking now using ABH powder in shade Deep Peach issa warm peach color for the medium/tan shade section i will leave this to set for 5 minutes in case y'all are wondering this setting powder comes in different shades to complement the foundation of your choosing we have Translucent, Vainilla, Ivory, Deep Peach and Golden Orange it feels very lightweight not heavy in the skin witch is great cuz theirs some powders out in the market da are heavy and instead of lifting your cheekbones they do the opposite ok luvz i'm going to finish the rest of my makeup off camera and i'll be right back already doing the first check-in cuz if chu didn't read the tittle i'm doing a 8hr wear test so see u in a bit!

Ok my luvz i'm back with chu sorry da i'm not facing the camera but ur girl here is HOT and the sun is rlly fucking me up cuz she's in ma face ahahaha this is my first check-in w/chu It's been 2 hours cuz that's exactly what it took me to get ready daz how it is w/me if you have long hair u will understand my struggle but let's talk about the ABH powder first when i blended the powder in my skin and brush off after baking this is definitely a mattifying powder it blends quickly it doesn't feel drying in the skin and is really smoothing it looks bright but natural-ish at the same time i'm impress w/this dewy look right now u guys i luv this medium coverage look is not cakey no oxidation it doesn't feel heavy on my skin also i think ABH did some rlly good formulas cuz the makeup looks even more beautiful in photos as well i luv the fact the foundation is buildable to super full coverage or if u are like me into natural dewy look i thought i would not like this luminous foundation and mattifying powder combo but it does prove to be good combination for now cuz it give me da natural-ish finish so those are my thoughts in my first check-in w/chu guys i can't film where i'm going cuz issa exclusive event however my last check-in will be in my filming room so i'll see u there

Ok my luvz! I'm back in my filming room is already night time here in Sulani 8hrs have pass meaning i'm ready to take this makeup off take a bubble bath n sleep naked in my bed for hours but for now let's spill opinions like i said before i never thought i would like the luminous+matte combo but this products changed my mind what i think needs to be keep in mind is the setting powder is not da mattifying after couple of hours meaning mattifying powders tend to last like 6hrs at least on me i did get oily in my forehead, undereyes and nose areas nothing major just a small amount i luv how the foundation cover everything and didn't move or my undertones pick thru if i look so oily is cuz i use the ABH shimmer body oil da from what i'm noticing works amazing i think this foundation is more for going out to events, dinners, dates things da ain't everyday basics for me it doesn't look skin like maybe for y'all cuz of the beauty lights cuz u can definitely notice i'm wearing foundation is not da seamless however i still think it looks pretty good in certain areas like my cheekbones, neck and chin no fine lines at all it definitely keep da dewy look if you're a oily skin person like me but with high or medium level get some blotting paper to absorb the oil without affecting the makeup or blotting powder like from Fenty Beauty just giving tips to y'all

Overall if you're interested in getting the Anastasia Beverly Hills Luminous Set and you're oily skin be sure to do touch-ups with blotting paper or blotting powder to absorb da oil and make da makeup look last lil bit longer if you're a dry skin person go for it however keep in mind you might get cakey do the mattifying powder i like the foundation more than the powder i like the dewy natural-ish look i had for 6 hours the powder not so much it didn't lasted more it lasted like 4 hours i will continue using these products separately to see how they perform i think the powder might work well w/matte foundation so my final thoughts are this products are a B+ to me i reccomend just to give a try separately to see how they perform w/the products u have in your beauty rooms however if you want to use this as a set be conscious about what can happen with your skin type alright you guys this is the end of this video thank you so much for watching i hope you enjoy your time here w/me i'll see you in the next one 🐺💋

[kxhlzn]

for the fandom thingie “ IT “ 🤡 also kassie plz post ur writing im begging u we are starving!!!

BRUH IM SO MAD IT DELETED THE WHOLE POST WHEN I POSTED IT EJDNDJNE UGHHH bouta pop tf off. fuck tumblr that's all.

anywho— im working on fics rn and i also felt that my posting has been dry im so sorry hhh send in some drabble requests and i'll get to them to quench your thirst during the wait! especially stan so i have inspo for the birdwatcher!

The first character I first fell in love with: richie, his humor spoke LOUDLY to the child in me & honestly... legend. but stanley uris has my heart and always will.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: tbh beverly. i say this cuz i expected her to be the stereotypical boring love interest but i was pleasantly surprised! bitch could kick my ass.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: uhh patty uris. everyone has headcanons and shi for her but i just felt she was boring and had less personality than myra in the book and y'all play that woman out to be some horrible beotch ruining the chances for reddie lmfao.

The character I love that everyone else hates: ion think there is anyone. i felt empathy for henry bowers at first bc of the situation w his dad, but it was outweighed by his crazy psychotic tendencies and the amount of hurt he caused ben.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: hhh none?

The character I would totally smooch: all of the losers but most especially stanley ugh he's so amazing 🥺

The character I’d want to be like: beverly and richie! the confidence she has and richie's humor are to die for tbh.

The character I’d slap: henry bowers for what he did to ben, my baby 🥺✊🏻

A pairing that I love: benverly and reddie! i love benverly but tbfh i wasn't a fan of the choice to make ben & bev fall in love AFTER they're adults. i didn't like it was made out to be that bev only fell for him when he lost all the weight and "got hot". plus that bev didn't know he wrote the poem until they were older too. felt like they were saying "hey bev, look, fat kid is hot now! oh! and! he wrote the poem! how awesome is that?" it would've been nice to see a movie where the pretty girl falls for the underdog rather than the plain male lead. yes ik there are movies like that, but the one w an overweight male lead always seem to make the romance happen after they become "attractive". ik they meant well and it was supposed to be a "aw, love waits" kinda thing but it just felt like a step backward for plus sized characters/people.

A pairing that I despise: anything that isn't benverly and reddie! in all seriousness tho, there are aspects of both benverly and reddie i hated. (benverly is discussed above ^^). now reddie: love the pairing, am not a fan of the reddie stans. always feel like they ignore the relationships both characters were in (myra and richie's discussed girlfriend[s]), and claim them as gay. the book implied heavily that richie was bisexual (the book also implies that eddie might have been straight, and reddie could have been unrequited). richie had multiple scenes where he showed interest towards women, including his heavy crush on bev, while also showing an interest towards men (mentioning bill's "broad shoulders"). the reddie fandom always seems to express bisexual erasure towards both characters to favor their ship. i love reddie, but i also love textual evidence and canon. and that's on periodt.

[billyboisfangirlarmy]

The Bowers Girl 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Patrick x reader

Smut!

••••

It was nothing the next morning. Patrick was gone before I even woke. My window opened and the warm summer air flowing in. I stand up and stretch, but notice something engraved on my skin. On my hip a very promenade dead smiley face is plastered on my skin. I roll my eyes seeing as that’s how Patrick was leaving a mark.

I walk down the stairs in my nightgown ignoring the noise from the living room as my tired mind only sets it sights on one thing. Breakfast. I turn to the fridge and grasp thee eggs taking them out of the cold box. Once I close the door a smirking face pops up. I gasp shocked to see Patrick here. “Making breakfast Bowers?” Henry follows in behind him patting him on the back. “I’ll take mine sunny side up.” Belch says tacking a seat at the table.

“I’m not going to cook for all of you.” I laugh making myself an egg. “Please? We’re all starved!” I roll my eyes ignoring them. Henry groans and pushes his chair in. “Fine. Let’s go.” One by one each of the boys leave, Patrick being the last one. He looks at his fellow friends as they exit, and once they’re all gone and out of sight. Patrick walk up to me standing beside me. I look up at his towering figure to see him looking at me. Just looking.

“What can I do for you Patrick?” I ask looking away and down at my cooking eggs. He leans down to my level, his breath hot on my neck. “You could do a lot for me, but I’ll take a kiss for now.” I scoff refusing to look at him. “One time thing.” As I do my best to ignore him he tries his hardest to get my attention. He lightly places his lips on the nape of my neck. Patrick continues to prep my neck with light kisses. I hold my composure as well as I can, not giving into him.

“Patrick! Come on!” Victor yells from the door. I feel his lips curve into a smirk. He lays an open mouth kiss on my neck sucking and latching his teeth on my skin. I gasp grabbing onto his hair surprised by the amount of pleasure. He pulls back removing my hand and giving my knuckles a kiss. “Something to remember me by kitten.” Patrick walks away yelling some excuse to his friends as he exits my home.

I frantically pick up a spoon examining the work he’s left on my body. This time it’s not a simple maker but a dark bruise spot growing deeper in color as it lays on my skin. There is no way I can hide this! Suddenly my phone ring bringing my attention away from the purple mark on my my neck.

“Hello, Bowers residence, this is-” “(Y/N)! You have to come over! Quick!” Beverly screams into the phone. “What? What’s wrong?” “Just get here as fast as you can!” She hangs up the phone leaving me worried. I rush to my room getting dressed. Shorts, a t-shirt, and a scarf to cover the mark. I hustle over on my bike seeing all my friends there waiting. “Alright what the fuck happened? Are you okay?” I ask grabbing Bevs face and making sure she wasn’t injured.

“Yes, I’m fine mom. I-I need to show you something.” “What is it?” I ask concerned. “More than we saw at the quarry?” I stare back at Richie with narrow fiery eyes. “Thement e hell are you wearing a scarf for? It’s like 100 degrees!” “I-It...It’s a fashion statement.”

“My dad will kill me if he finds out that I had boys in the apartment.” Bev trails off nervously. “W-w-w-w-we'll leave a lookout.” I smile picking our fall back. “Yeah! Richie, just stay here.”

“Woah, woah, woah, what if her dad comes back?” Richie asks annoyed as the rest of us run up the fire escape. “Do what you always do. Start talking.” I laugh patting Stan on the back. “Good one!”

As we enter the house Beverly leads us to the bathroom with the door closed. “In there…” She points shaking. “What is it?” I ask leaning forward; being drawn to the room. Beverly gulps. “You'll see.”

We walk closer to the door. Each step feeling heavy until we come to the wooden door with old chipping paint. I take it upon myself to turn the knob and open the door revealing a horrific sight.

Blood everywhere. The red liquid coated the room like a bomb had exploded. “Holy shit.” I say examining the room. “Do you see it?” Bev asks in a hopeful tone. I nod my head at a loss of words.

“What happened in here?” “My dad couldn't see it, I thought that I might be crazy.” I hug Bev tightly feeling the need to protect her. To protect them all.

“Well if you're crazy, then we're all crazy.” She hugs me back letting her tensed shoulders fall. “We c-c-c-can't leave it like this.” “What are we supposed to do?” Eddie asks frightened. “We’re going to clean all this up.” I say moving away and stepping into the crimson soaked room.

After almost two hours the bathroom is cleaned and all the blood is gone. As I dump the last bucket into the tub I suddenly realize something. “Guys? Did you call Mike?” Eddie’s head shot up nodding. “He said he would be over. He never came.” I shrug trying not to worry. “Maybe he got held up? Or maybe he’s outside with Richie!” Stan says thinking the worst.

Once we make it outside no Mike is found. We all brush it off and ride down the road on out bikes.

“No, I love being your personal doorman. Really could you idiots have taken any longer?” Richie complains as he rides circles around us on his bicycle. I sprout up. “Shut up, Richie.”

“Hey I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor imagining that her sink went all

Eddie's mom's vagina on halloween!” “She didn't imagine. I also saw something too.” Bill says.”

“You saw blood, too?” I ask gulping. “Not blood, I saw G-g-Georgie. It seemed so real, I mean it seemed like him but there was this…” “A clown.” Eddie speaks making all my thoughts ture. It was a monstrous clown in the sewers! That laugh… the sincal giggle that emerged from his lips rang memory of the horrific doll that latched itself on me leaving marks that burned my skin. “Yeah, I saw him too.” I say shaking slightly. I pinch the sides of my dress in fear.

“Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not. Seeing this shit?” Richie

“Oh shit, that's Belch Huggins car.” “We, we should probably get outta here.”

Yes.”Wait isn't that Mikes bike?” “Yeah, that's Mikes…” Eddie tails off.

We run to the edge of the ground and my eyes burn with fire as I witness my brother, Patrick, Victor, and Belch beating poor Mike to death. “HEY!” I scream gaining their attention, but they don’t stop. “Motherfucker.” I mutter dashing towards my brother. I push him as hard as I can away from Mike. “What the fuck are you doing you brat!” Henry screams in my face shoving me away and goes back to tourtching Mike. “Leave him alone.” I kick Henry in the face as hard as I could.

Mike crawls away quickly as I am wrapped in long arms. Patrick pulls me away from Henry; whether to stop him or me I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was run Henry over. “Hey! You’ve got to stop kitten. Breath. You know what happens when you get him mad.” Patrick whispers in my ear continuing to hold me back.

Henry looks up at the rest of my friends and chuckles. “You losers are trying too hard. She’ll do you, you just have to ask… Like I did.” Fucking prick! I struggle against Pats but he holds me tighter backing away.

Ben picks up a solid rock, screams a battle cry, and then nails my brother with the rock causing me to laugh. “ROCK WAR!” Richie yells before he’s struck with a big rock in the face.

As the war rages on Patrick pulls me all the way behind rows and rows of trees away from everyone else. He turns me around and pushes me up against a tree. “Why the fuck would you hit Henry? You know what he’s going to do.” I roll my eye pushing him away. “What do you care Cockstutter? Not like it impacts your life.” I try and walk away, but he pulls me back wrapping his lanky arms around my waist. “It does impact me! You’re almost real! I can’t have you hurt when you’re almost ready!” Patrick laughs looking into my eyes. “Almost real? Patrick what are you talking about? I am real! I live and breath with the same blood running through my body just like you!” Patrick's eyes become dark as I speak to him.

He plasters a smirk on his face and towers over me. “Oh, darling I know. I know you are, and this is just what I’ve been waiting for… For you to get on the reality level and understand what I am. I’ve waited to long for you (y/n).” Patrick backs me up to the tree causing me to feel the scratchy bark on my skin. “m-me? “ Patrick nods lowering his head closer to me, our lips almost touching. He strokes his finger up my arm smiling. “Breathtaking (y/n). Rule with me.” His breath coats my face. He moves his lips down to my neck. He pulls the scarf away with his teeth slowly. “What are you doing?” I ask in a mix of emotion.

“Shh.” Is all he says as he dips his lips onto my bruised neck. He licks a straight line with his tongue and then proceeds to blow on the damp spot making me shiver. I grip onto his shoulders gathering the cloth of his shirt as well. He hums drawing his teeth along the skin of my neck. He bites down in a rush drawing blood. I cry in pleasure and pain feeling a unique rush. “Patrick.” I gasp.

Rustles in the trees near by bring me away from my state of mind. “Patrick, stop.” He lifts his head but quickly captures my lips. I wrestle with him and get away from the tree and then see Victor and Belch booking it away with bloody faces. “Henry’s got it bad.” Belch says catching his breath. “What are you two doing out here?” “Nothing. I’ll see you guys later.” I turn away swiftly forgetting my scarf completely.

I stay locked away in my room for the rest of the night. Leaning my head out of the window and smoking. I touch the place on my neck without thought.

I take another hit of the toxin and feel myself float away. “Miss me?” I look over to my left and see Patrick leaning out of Henry’s window. “Do you live here now?” He shrugs sending me a smile. “If you want me to. I could even bunk with you sweets.” I roll my eyes taking another hit.

“You’re really just going to do that and not share?” Patrick says risking his life as he shimmies across the room and into my room. “If I wanted to share I would have asked.” I say laid on my back with my head out the window blowing smoke into the outside air of Derry.

Patrick lays next to my naked legs and stars drawing designs on them with the tip of his nail. “I’ll do something for you if you share.” I look at him with narrowed eyes. “Like what?” He tails kisses up my body meeting me eye level. “I’ll make you real.” I huff annoyed with all this real and not real crap. “I am real Pat.” He laughs snaking his hands up my body. “It’s cute that you think so. Come on, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

In defeat I hand the blow over to Patrick, watching him take a hit and then blow it into my face. We sit in silence getting higher than the heavens together. I lay on my bed facing a standing Patrick. “So how does this thing go? Do you say some kind of chant over and over again?” I say laughing to myself. “No, I’ll worry about it. All I want you to do right now is kiss me.” Patrick falls onto my bed and immediately attacks my lips.

He kisses down my body, moving the night dress that covers my body. He exposes the skin of my body and runs his lips all over the skin tinderly. His large hands trail down my legs and once he comes to my ankles he grasps them tightly and yanks me harshly to the edge of the bed.

Patrick gets down on his knees and moves my night dress to the middle of my tummy. My breath becomes rigid and my nerves build up making me want to cave in on myself. Patrick kisses the inside of my thighs, smirking against my skin as he does. “You’ll feel so different being real. Just wait sweets… You’ll feel amazing.”

Patrick continues to slip the thin cloth of my panties away from my dripping heat. I arch my back enjoying the attention. I gasp as more pressure is applied. I feel his breath against my exposed flower. Then without hesitation Pat drags his tongue up my wet lips in one straight line.

I moan arching my back and grabbing the pillow from my pleasurer.

He leans up to me quickly placing a hand on my cheek. “I heard you (Y/n). I heard you moaning out my name in sweet breaths.” I suck in all the air around me in embarrassment. “I-I’m.” “Shh. We’ve waited to long for this.” I see him look down at my lips for a split second before meeting my eyes again. “May I?” He asks permission as if he needs it. If I didn’t stop him before I will not stop him now. I nod eagerly, placing my hands around his neck. “Please.” Patrick smiles and dives in to meet my lips in a firey kiss filled with passion.

He brings his hand down and slips one slim finger into my drenched pussy, then adding another and going at an agonizing slow pace. He preps me with kisses and leaves a mark right at the valley of my breast claiming I was his.

I trail my hands down his towering body meeting at his belt. I tug at it as he attacks my neck. He pulls away looking at me with lust, but also with care. “Are you ready to become one with the real world little (Y/n)?” I nod ready to explode.

In a matter of minutes he’s on top of me and lined with my entrance. Patrick locks eyes with me as he pushed himself into my tight entrance. His hips pushing against my own as groans out in pleasure. His thrusts are hard and fast, our hips snapping together with each thrust.

He brings his thumb down to my clit and rubs fast, quick circles on my sensitive bud. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.” I moan out, the knot in my stomach tightens and I know I’m close.

“Cum for me, princess.” I’m come undone shortly after. My orgasm sending tingles throughout my entire body.

He groans, his orgasm rocketing throughout his body. He tilts his head back and shuts his eyes in pleasure. A string of moans and profanities tumble out of his mouth as he cums.

He exits my body and grabs me quickly planting a beautiful kiss full of passion. “How do you feel?” Patrick breaths. I giggle kissing him again without care. “I feel alive Pats.” He growls and clings to my body, wrapping me up in his arms and holding me tightly. “Now your mine. My real pet.”

@blissfully-untitled

[hypnoidvoid]

For the prompts: one of the losers announces to Eddie and Richie that they like each other and they awkwardly have to deal with that

The Losers are smoking weed at their ‘spot’, HA

“Listen, hey no no, you pass that to me next,” Richie whapped Eddie’s hand away, winking at Bev. He took the the hash pipe and torched the bowl until there was nothing left; only ash and resin. It was empty, barren, with the smoldering remnants gluing themselves to the insides of Richie’s lungs.

“Fu-uH,ck,” he coughed incoherently, burying his head into the nook of Eddie’s shoulder when all the smoke was away. Eddie’s neck may have been lower, but that was almost better for Richie’s liking. The arch of his cool neck arched perfectly across Eddie’s jugular, resting perfectly behind his warmed head, being able to sniff his freshly washed chestnut locks. Loreal, always Loreal. It wasn’t even a particularly favored scent to Richie, but it was the scent of Eddie’s shower, Eddie’s clothes, Eddie’s sheets, Eddie’s home.

Eddie. And Eddie was his home.

And whatever Eddie reeked of, Richie would have melted into. It could have been marshmallow with hints of sewage. Richie would have smiled and swam in garbage scents with thoughts of ‘Eddie’; and loved it.

“C’mon Richie, it’s my turn,” Eddie argued without shrugging his shoulder, keeping Richie’s head soundly where it rested. As heavy as Richie’s head was, the weight of his chin, his curls, the press of the frame of his glasses, his breath dancing along Eddie’s neck,  the rise and fall of his chest, Eddie savored every sensation.

“Fine, if you must,” and Richie slinked an arm around Eddie’s waist, the other wafting behind his back to give Eddie the glass piece.

“W-w-want me to pack it?” Bill spoke up, next to Richie. Stan also had his head soundly rested on Bill’s shoulder, but with his eyes keenly open. They were droopy, peacefully dreaming of other things outside of their smoking circle.

Eddie caressed Richie’s hand to direct it towards Bill, “Please do, I fuck it up every time.”

Bill skillfully pinched off the best parts of the bud and packed it into the bowl of their collective hash pipe. His fingers worked with a practice that his mind had, but his mouth could never catch up with. It frustrated him often, but the moments he could exemplify skill without voice reminded the Losers why he was a leader, and why questioning him before he could speak properly was unwise.

Arising from the blanket he laid on, Mike arched his back and disorientedly snapped his head side to to side to remember where he was, “Wher-, oh wait hi guys.”

The group collectively gave him a “Mikey!”

“W-want a hit a-uh-after Ed?” Bill offered. It was his weed after all; and Alaskan Thunderfuck, Alaskan Thunderfuck!

“Fuck no, wait, is Eddie smoking? I will if he is,” Mike blurted as if Eddie wasn’t directly in front of him. Mike flew higher than a kite, drifting with the wind that wasn’t even there, and fucking loved it.

Bill dryly chuckled, “Yeah.”

Mike massaged his temples, “Well shit, if he’s smoking weed now, then they must be fucking. Richie still here? Fuck, oops. But hey, that was the bet.”

Ben, who had been combing his fingers through Beverly’s hair, choked and fell over in laughter.

Eddie took the pipe from Bill, frantically gaping at the group, “BET? NO, no, absolutely not, we’re just, we’ve been seeing each other a lot recently for studyin-”

Richie shuffled himself into Eddie’s lap and lucidly picked his head up off of Eddie’s shoulder to shout frighteningly loud, “ISN’T MY BOYFRIEND THE CUTEST?”

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[gone-cotta]

Snowflakes and Hot Chocolate Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings: cussing but not really?

Summary: its Winter break in Derry, and what better way to spend it than with the losers club? However, when a day at Bill’s house takes a turn, you can’t help but worry for your curly-haired boyfriend.

~~

"JESUS FUCK! FINALLY!" Richie hollered from outside, and Bill groaned, getting up off the couch. You looked at Beverly, rolling your eyes. A moment later, a very cold looking Richie and very smug looking Eddie entered the Denbrough household.

Richie's messy dark hair was topped by a fuzzy black beanie with a blue poof on top, and he was shivering. His glasses were fogged up, and his jacket was dusted with snow. Cheeks bright pink, he shuffled over to the couch where he collapsed, wrapping himself in a nearby blanket.

Eddie however, was the opposite. His pale gray coat had very little snow on it, and he hung it on the coat rack upon entering. Removing his hat as well, it was revealed that his hair was just as neat as ever, and the only sign that he had been outside was his flushed cheeks.

"Wha-What the heck happened with you two?" Bev asked, scooting over so Richie wasn't laying on top of her. The boy didn't answer at first, instead twisting qround so nothing but his head was exposed from the blanket wrap he had become.

"What happened is Eddie weighs a million pounds" he got out after a moment, and you turned to look at the brunette, who just smiled deviously.

"He lost a bet, and had to pull me all the way here on his sled" he explained, and you laughed, shaking your head. Richie continued to look mildy disgruntled, casting Eddie looks from where he was bundled up.

"That doesn't exactly explain why it looks like Richie was dragged through a frozen lake" Bev giggled, and Richie tried to kick her from where he lay, but she swiftly dodged him.

"Oh, fuck OFF Marsh" Richie yelled tiredly

~~

Over the course of the next 25 minutes, Ben and Mike arrived together. Mike was wrapped in a fuzzy hat, a scarf, and the fluffiest parka you had ever seen. Meanwhile, Ben wore just a simple coat, with the hood up. Taking it off, he revealed bright pink cheeks and brown hair lightly coated with snowflakes.

“It’s getting crazy out there!” Mike exclaimed, removing what had looked like 3 layers of protection from the frosty weather. You frowned slightly, standing up to take a look outside the window. The snow almost completely obstructed your view as it came down. The sled which Richie and Eddie had arrived with, and had set in Bill’s yard, was now buried in the cold powder.

“Yeah...and when did Stan say he was gonna get here?” You tore your eyes away from the weather outside to look at Bill, who was on the arm of the couch.

“I thi-think he said around th-th-three?” He said offhandedly, before catching sight of your expression. His green eyes softened. “I’m s-sure he’s fine Y-Y/n” He assured you, but you couldn’t help but worry for your curly haired boyfriend. It was a bit of a long walk from his house, and with the current weather situation, anything could happen.

“Can you turn on the TV, Bill? I just want to see how long this weather will last” You asked, taking a quick glance back at the torrent of snow falling outside. Bill reached across Beverly to grab the remote, and pressed a few buttons. The small TV on the shelf lit up, and Bill quickly navigated the channel to find the weather reports.

“-weather is expected to last through tomorrow. Estimated 2 feet of snow to fall between now and 7:00. Be sure to stay indoors while it lasts, as the heavy weather may cause power outages throughout the night-”

Bill quickly turned off the TV as he caught sight of your face. “He’s j-just late is-is all” He said quickly before you could say anything, and you let out a sigh before collapsing on the cough next to Beverly again. The redhead rubbed your shoulder comfortingly.

“Stan’s never late...” you mumbled quietly.

~~

Nearly 30 minutes later, and while the rest of the Loser’s were still chilling on the couch, you were more anxious than you could ever remember. Not a minute went by that you didn’t glance over to the window, hoping to see Stan walking up.

Eventually, your worry became evident to everyone, and was to the point where you couldn’t even participate in the activities they were playing. “Come on Y/n. Staniel will be here soon, in the meantime you should play some T or D with us” Richie had said, trying to encourage you to join the group game of truth or dare that Ben had started, but you shrugged him off, insisting you would wait for Stan’s arrival before you played any games.

And so, here you were, sitting by the front window of Bill’s house, while everyone else talked in the background. Head in your hands, you gazed at the snow outside. Watching the snow clump and fall lightly, covering everything it touched in what looked like soft white powder. As you watched the snow land on the white picket fence lining Bill’s yard, the snow covering the points of the wood, a patch of white moved.

what the hell-?

Shifting slightly, you tried to keep watch on what you thought you had seen through the thick snowfall. It bobbed up and down, moving along the fence, before a hand reached up and ran through it, revealing the damp curls underneath the snow.

Without grabbing your parka or scarf, you threw open the door wide. The cold hit you like a pound of bricks, but you moved forward into the snow. You could hear the others calling your name behind you, but you ignored them.

The snow had previously looked untouched, having long since covered the tracks made by Ben and Mike an hour ago, but now it looked like a small dog had scrambled through it. You ran into the yard, paying little mind to the moisture that seeped through your leggings up to your mid-calf. Catching Stan just as he passed through the white gate, you fiercely embraced him in a tight hug, knocking him backwards.

The fall was light, with snow and many layers of clothing to shield you from the ground. A soft crunch as your bodies pierced the snow, and you were on top of the boy.

“What the he--Y/n! What’s happening?” Stan exlaimed in shock as you wrapped you arms around him. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you stared into his confused golden eyes. 

“Don’t ever fucking scare me like that again, you hear?” 

~~

After getting inside a few minutes later, and Stan had taken off his very wet and snowy jacket, you sat on the now empty couch. Stan had explained that his watch had broke, and he didn’t realize it was so late. Now, he sat next to you, and you were curled into his body warmth, with his arm wrapped around you. Every so often you would look up at him to press a kiss to his neck or jaw, reminding yourself that he was actually here. Whenever you did so, Stan’s grasp on you would tighten, pulling you closer.

“Who w-w-wants hot cho-chocolate?” Bill asked, once they had grown tired of truth or dare. Everyone immediately accepted the offer, including you and Stan. 

As Bill retreated into the kitchen to go make it all, Richie piped up from where he sat. “Ah ah ah! Where do you think you’re going, Denbrough?” The boy said, standing up with a grin. Bill looked at him in confusion. 

“Uh, t-to make the hot chocolate?” He said uncertainly, and Richie rolled his eyes. Stepping over to the confused brunette with long strides, he paused, hands on his hips. 

“I’m putting in my own marshmallows” Richie said after a short pause, saying it as if he were a smug kindergardener. With a scoff, Bill turned to the rest of the group. 

“Fine. Anyone e-else want to p-put in their own mar-marshmallows?” The boy said with an eyeroll, and to his evident surprise, the others said yes. 

“I’m fine, I’ll stay here” Stan said, and you looked up at him before snuggling closer. Richie fake gagged, and Eddie swiftly elbowed him in the stomach. Beverly laughed, and the group all made their way into the next room to make the hot drinks.

Once the group was gone, you looked back to Stan to see him looking at you with a peculiar look in his eyes. Confusion, mixed with admiration and sadness? You couldn’t tell exactly, which was odd because Stan usually wore his heart of his sleeve around you.

“What’s up?” You asked, backing away slightly to look at his face. He shrugged.

“I don’t really know” 

Sighing, you reached up to brush his hair back out of his face. The curls still had some snowflakes dusting them. “You can tell me, no matter what it is” You assured, and the Stan smiled, flashing a hint of white teeth.

“I know that.” He said with a small laugh that lit up your heart. However, he sighed immediately afterwards. “I-I guess I’m happy that you were worried, but also upset? I dunno...” He mumbled, and you wrapped your arms tighter around his body, looking at his face which was flushed from the cold.

“I’m not worried anymore” You murmured, your breath warming his neck. He looked at you, and thought he could feel his heart swell. Reaching to lightly cup your face, you brought your lips to his, and they met softly.

It was a short kiss, cold and passionate. Pulling away, you met his beautiful amber ones. “I’m just lucky to have you in my life” He breathed, and your face lit up with a small smile.

“Jesus Christ you two! Get a room!” Richie’s voice called from the hallway, and you both wisely chose to ignore him. Besides, he was immediately shut up by Eddie, who shoved him so hard he nearly spilled his hot chocolate.

[richiefuckfacetozier]

Tell me why as i was half asleep i wrote "they keep finding glitter everywhere, now who's fault is it?" as a losers prompt,, and im not mad i just wanna know why....but also maybe you could do something w this maybe?

YOU GAVE ME NOTHING TO WORK OFF OF WITH THIS PROMPT. And yet, here we are. I’m on vacation and missed losers week for Ben yesterday! So here is a quick fic with Ben and Beverly.

Covered in Glitter

Located on Archive of Our Own

Pairing: Beverly and Ben

“Hey, Beverly and Richie?” Ben poked his head into the room that the two were hiding in. They had been acting secretive all day, which just made Ben really nervous. Nothing good came out of them scheming together.

“DON’T LOOK!” They shouted together. Beverly got quickly to her feet, pushed Ben out of the room, shut the door and locked it.

Ben tentatively knocked to make sure they were listening. “But guys…Eddie and Stanley are freaking out about the living room. I don’t really mind about the mess but they are driving Bill, Mike and I crazy. They keep finding glitter everywhere, now who’s fault is it?”

There was distinctive giggling on the other side of the door. Ben kept knocking, he refused to stop until someone opened the door. “Bev just fuckin let him in.” He heard Richie say quickly.

He was mid-knock when she flung the door open, looked out in the hallway urgently then pulled him in. She grasped his hand tightly bringing him toward the mystery thing they were working on. Both Beverly and Richie had glitter in their hair and on their hands. He knew she was passing the glitter onto his hand but he couldn’t get himself to care as his hand tingled from her touch. When they were in front of the object, she stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders.

“Oh god…” Ben said with a little laugh. Beverly and Richie had created a giant poster that read ‘The Losers Club’. It was decorated with so much glitter of every color that Ben was no longer surprised it was all over the house. “Where are you planning to hang this up?”

“On the side of our house.” Richie responded immediately.

“Um…everyone is going to veto that idea immediately.” Ben responded. Beverly moved her hands down his back and snaked them around his waist.

She whispered in his ear, “But if you say yes, maybe Bill and Mike will agree.” Then she kissed his cheek. He thought his body would go into cardiac arrest. When Beverly was affectionate with him it made his mind go blank. He would do whatever she wanted.

Which was also really frustrating because they were only friends. He was madly in love with her, but she showed no interest beyond friendship. Which he was alright with, all the anger was on himself. He shouldn’t want more from someone who did not feel the same way. It made him feel like a terrible friend and a slimy man.

He moved away from her touch and she looked back at him in surprise. Richie gave him a knowing look then went back to glittering.

“Is everything ok?” She asked with hurt in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No…I just…I don’t know.” Ben walked to the bedroom door. “Please try not to get glitter everywhere. If Eddie’s screaming goes any higher, dogs will be surrounding our house.” Richie let out a huge laugh.

Ben left the room planning to head into his own. He didn’t feel like going back downstairs with the rest of the guys there. It was better if he composed himself before seeing anyone. He plopped down on the bed frowning at the ceiling.

Ben knew he had many opportunities to tell Beverly how he felt. Except every moment did not feel right to him. He wanted to make a huge romantic gesture because that’s how average guys like him won drop dead gorgeous girls such as Beverly. Any attempt he tried was met with a complete blow off by Beverly. She either did not get the hint or did and was not interested, so he gave up.

There was a soft knock on his door and he thought about ignoring it. Unfortunately, he did not get the chance to even ignore it because the door opened immediately.

“I’m sorry. You probably want to be alone but I wanted to check on you.” Came Beverly’s voice. Ben closed his eyes briefly as he felt his bed sink where she sat on the edge. “What’s going on with you?”

He sighed deeply pinching the bridge of his nose. “Nothing, Bev.”

“It’s not nothing!” She insisted. He felt the shift in the bed as she came closer and laid down next to him. “Please tell me.”

Ben turned his head to look at her. She placed the back of her hand, still covered in glitter, on his forehead. “Are you sick?” He shook his head but she kept her small cool hand there. Then slowly ran it down his face until she cupped his cheek. Every touch was like a burn. He yearned for so much more in their relationship and being this close only hurt him.

“I think I am going to move out.” Ben said quietly. He had been thinking about this for a while. Living under the same roof was not healthy for him. Beverly’s eyes widened and she leaned on her elbow to look down at him.

“You can’t! We just fucking made a Losers Club Sign! And we aren’t the Losers Club without every damn member. So no! You can’t move out!” There was so much passion and determination in her words, he couldn’t help but smile.

“God…you are so beautiful.” His smile fell from his face and was replaced by horror at his words. She gaped at him in wonder. Ben could not believe he said that aloud. He never permitted himself to say such things to her because he could not hide his sincerity.

Beverly hesitated then leaned forward. His heart quickened as her lips moved closer to his. Just before their mouths touched she said quietly, “Can I kiss you?”

He thought about telling her no. They were friends and if she kissed him, he would absolutely have to move out. Probably never see her again. Because if they kissed, they will have crossed the line. He would never be able to hide his love for her then. His love would be omnipresent, constantly obvious and unceasingly cruel to him.

Then his mouth moved forward to close the distance. It clearly surprised her because she didn’t move her lips right away. She was frozen. Then she melted entirely into the kiss. Her lips were moving frantically against his needing him to reciprocate. He responded with just as much vigor. She moved her body closer to him until she was half on him. His hands moved to her hair running his fingers through the red locks just like he always wanted too. Their breathing was rugged and heavy as Beverly moved her tongue against his excitedly.

His hands run down her back and stopped right above the waistband of her jeans. She shifted her leg over to straddle him and he knew she could feel his desire. This just encouraged her to start grinding down on him with need. They both moaned then she was unbuttoning his shirt and trailing kisses down his neck.

“Bev…” He whispered knowing he needed her to stop before it went too far. She thought this was an invitation to go further because she stopped kissing him to reach down and unzip his jeans.

“Bev!” He placed a hand on hers and she halted, face half covered with her hair. Her body was flushed as her eyes slowly met his. “We can’t do this.” He said firmly.

“Why?!” She asked desperately. “I want this and clearly so do you!”

“Because…”

“Because why? Just tell me what is bothering you. I will try to make it better.” She shifted in his lap which made him hiss from the unexpected friction. He was still really worked up.

“Bev…we can’t come back from something like this.”

“Maybe I don’t want to come back from anything, Ben.”

“Beverly…”

“No! I’m a grown woman, I can make my own choices. Stop treating me like the 13-year-old girl you met years ago. I love you, Ben!” Her voice cracked. Dawning hit her like a ton of bricks. She tried to jump off his lap and probably run away, but he placed his hands on her thighs to trap her.

“I love you too.” He said fast.

She stared back skeptically, “I mean I am IN love with you.”

“I’m IN love with you too. I have been for years.”

“You’re lying…” She said in bewilderment.

“I’m not.” She ran a hand through his hair then kissed him again. This time it was gentle and soft like she was taking her time to really memorize the moment. Ben was sure he wouldn’t be able to think of anything else for the rest of his life.

Ben Hanscom and Beverly Marsh loved each other, even covered in glitter.

@sam-i-am2468 @ohheydatsme @missingstanleyuris @jaederp @reddieaddict @loser-marsh

[willgayers]

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!” Reddie

wowza! so this request has been in my ask box forever but here it finally is! this contains the whole losers club by the way, as it is a weekend-getaway ;-)

mainly reddie of course, but with some side-stenbrough and benverly!also a lot of platonic stozier

might start doing moodboards paired with my writing by the way, if i have the time lmao, but here’s one for this anyway!

The Losers Club were supposed to have a great weekend getaway.

They’d driven all the way to Bill’s parents’ cabin — and the series of misfortunate events had started literally on the day of arrival, Friday morning, when they finally got to the cabin and realized the electricity was off. Bill had to call his parents (because what the hell does a 18 year old know about shit like that?), who had to call the electrician and the teens had to sit in the car for a hour and a half, waiting for him to show up.

He took another hour to fix the power box but once he was done, the losers thought “well! now we can get this party started!”, but they were wrong.

“So… this really is the cabin?” Stanley deadpanned the second they stepped out of the car as he could now see the place fully, not exactly impressed. “You see Bill, when you said cabin, I imagined we were going to see a good old fashioned winter wonderland house. Not Jersey Shore- Xmas Edition.”

Richie laughed at the joke.

“Oh, c-come on, Stan. All cabins have m-magic.” Bill said.

“Magic?” Stan frowned.

“Yeah! Don’t you know?” Beverly joined. “It’s like, a thing. Cabins are so cozy. They’re in the middle of nowhere, away from the city noises… they’ve got that nice wooden smell too.”

“I bet this place smells like detergent.” Stan just snapped, and his friends laughed at his melancholia.

“Magic, huh?” Richie asked Beverly as they started walking in. “What’s that mean?”

“Shit, fucking hell!”

They turned their heads around to see Eddie kicking his suitcase that’s wheels got stuck in the snow, Mike rushing to help him.

Then Beverly and Richie turned to look at each other again.

“I’m sure you’ll find out.” Beverly smirked and walked ahead, leaving Richie standing there on the porch by himself, blushing a little but then shaking off whatever thoughts Beverly had just pushed in his mind before he walked in too.

—–—

“Mike, can you get the groceries?” Beverly asked in the kitchen, as she looked inside the fridge. It was empty as presumed, only a block of cheese and a half-empty bottle of Fanta inside.

“Sure,” Mike said and walked outside, his feet scrunching on the snow as he looked around himself, smiling at the sight. It was beautiful — trees around the cabin covered in snow, a lake opposite with a thick layer of ice over it. He didn’t understand what Stan meant by Jersey Shore Xmas Edition. This place was great!

He got to the car and pulled the door open, only to have his eyes widen in shock.

He walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk; sighing in relief as he found three bags. Grabbing them, he then closed the door and slammed the trunk close, walking back in.

“This place is huge, Billy!” Richie blurted out as he rushed down the staircase from upstairs. And he was right — the place was huge. It was made of wood, but very modern. One of the walls was completely just a big window, the kitchen was huge and it was just a one big room with the living room combined; the house had three floors (basement had a hot tub and a minibar), and four bedrooms.

“I guess so,” Bill shrugged, grabbing one of the grocery bags from Mike.

They placed them on the table and started to unload them, but frowned soon.

“Wait— t-these were all?” Bill asked.  

“Yeah,” Mike said, a little confused too. “But this is just… the beer. And some… salad supplies?”

“Yeah, w-we had s-s-seven bags!” Bill blurts out.

“Richie, where’d you leave the rest of the bags?” Mike turned his gaze to Richie, and suddenly so did all of them — and Richie winded back the events in his head; Bill paid. Stan and Mike grabbed the bags. Beverly and Ben were already waiting by the car; Richie was waiting for Eddie to buy his chocolate bar and oh my fucking god Eddie looked so cute when he smiled to the cashier and Richie’s heart expanded in his chest and then Eddie asked if Richie was ready and Richie just starry-eyed nodded anddddd…

“Oh, shit,” Richie mumbled, and all the losers looked shocked. Beverly started to speak.

“Please don’t say that–”

“I forgot them to the store,” Richie said and literally all of them let out a whine or a groan, paired with super over-dramatic expressions but hey; forgetting groceries at the store is an annoying thing.

“I’m sorry!” Richie tried.

“Richie, it’s a thirty minute ride back!” Stan said. “I am not driving again! Were you not just with us in the car? The road here is a nightmare!”

“I said I’m sorry!” Richie said.

“God, Richie, you had one fucking job!” Stanley blurted out, holding his hand out.

“Okay, lets just c-calm down.” Bill said, giving his boyfriend a look, and Stan didn’t say anything, but this didn’t stop him from glaring at Richie who was trying to escape from everyone’s gazes, still standing at the final step of the stairs.

“We’re just gonna go luh-light today, and eat some s-salad!” Bill smiled, holding up a can of tuna and a bag of salad. “And tomorrow f-first thing we drive to the st-store.”

“Well I’m not fucking driving,” Stan snorted.  

You don’t fucking have to, Richie wanted to snap, and like Bill would’ve known this, he looked at Richie who zipped his mouth.

“You don’t h-have to,” Bill just said to Stan. “I’ll drive. Lets just, m-make this salad now, okay?”

Stan looked at him for a moment before nodding, and grabbing a cucumber.

“Okay,” he mumbled, and Bill smiled lightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and Richie fought the urge to roll his eyes.

“We should probably take our stuff upstairs,” Ben said to Beverly, who nodded.

“Yeah,” she said.

“The first room on the left is mah-mine and Stan’s, because that’s my room.” Bill said. “Other than that, you’re f-free to choose.”

The couple nodded before leaving upstairs, dragging their bags.

“I can take that,” Ben said to Beverly who smiled admiringly as her boyfriend grabbed her bag; clearly struggling.

“Ben, it’s okay, I can carry it—”

“No, no I’m fine!” Ben choked out a laugh.

Eddie and Richie glanced at the two of them as they passed from between them, and then they glanced at each other; both of them clearly nervous.

“How many bedrooms did you say there were, Bill?” Richie asked.

“Four.” Bill said as he washed the salad leafs.

“And uh… the rooms, they wouldn’t happen to be single bedded, would they?” Eddie asked, clearing his throat.

“I… think one of them, is.” Bill mumbled, looking up as he was trying to remember.

“Great! Which one is it?” Eddie blurted out.

“I think it’s the one at the end of the h-hallway.” Bill said.

“Yeah, because I’m sleeping in the one down here,” Mike said. Everyone turned to look at him; like why would he wanna sleep down here by himself? Why would he volunteer?

“What?” He asked. “Someone’s gotta be the holy protector of this house. Besides; I’m the greatest cook. I’ll be the first one making breakfast.”

They all chuckled a little.

“Right! Breakfast. Some bacon, eggs, muesli… sounds great!” Stan said, and the smile faded from Richie’s lips as he realized where this was going. “But wait a minute— something’s wrong… oh, that’s right! You can’t make any, because Richie forgot them all!”

“Okay d-drop it Stan.” Bill said.

“I’m just annoyed! Richi—”

The look on Bill’s face made Stan stop talking though, and just mumble something under his breath before he continued on chopping the cucumber.

“Anyway, as I was s-saying, there’s one room that’s single bedded.” Bill said.  

“Well great,” Eddie said. “We’ll take that one then!”

Richie was kind of disappointed at how eager Eddie was with taking the single-bedded room; did he really not wanna sleep in the same bed with Richie that bad? He wasn’t that bad, was he?

“Right?” Eddie asked a Richie, who nodded.

“Right,” he said.

“Well— the room won’t take itself, will it?” Stanley tilted his head.

“God, eat a freaking Snickers, Uris,” Richie just mumbled and threw his Nike bag over his shoulder as he started marching upstairs.

Mike tried to choke his chuckle as Eddie just smirked at Stan, before following Richie upstairs.  

Stan was glaring after Richie, and then turned his gaze to Bill, who was also smirking at Richie’s joke — and Uris rolled his eyes.

—–—

“Is this the one —?” Richie asked as he opened a door on the left, revealing a bathroom. “Uh, no.”

“Unless you wanna sleep in a bathtub?” Eddie joked.

“I don’t think it’s big enough for the both of us, Eddie-Spaghetti.” Richie said, amused.

“We can take turns.” Eddie shrugged, and Richie laughed before turning back around and starting to walk further.

Eddie tried not to think of the way Richie’s laugh made something inside him flutter, and the way he found himself smiling at the sound.

Then Richie stopped at another door.

“Ah! It’s this one!” He said, walking in, only to see Beverly and Ben at the left corner.

“Hi,” Richie said, glancing at the bags on the floor. Eddie arrived behind him, raising a questioning brow.

“…hi?” Beverly and Ben said.

“What are you doing in mine and Eddie’s room?” Richie asked.

“It’s not yours, it’s ours.” Beverly said.

“Uh? No it’s not? It’s single-bedded!” Richie said.

“Uh, I don’t care — this one has a balcony.” Beverly said, opening her suitcase.

“Don’t open that! This is our room!” Richie said.

“God, why can’t you just share a bed?” Beverly asked, turning to the guys again.

Richie and Eddie glanced at each other, and then back to Beverly.

“Yeah, we’re not gonna sleep in the same bed.”

“Nope, sorry.”

“Or we could change the beds,” Ben suggested. “I bet they’re not that heavy.”

He walked over to one of the beds, and started pushing it. Not moving. He walked to the other side — still not moving.

The other three just looked at him, and Eddie twisted his mouth; this was realy not working.

“Maybe if I pull it from here-” Ben tried and started to pull the bed from the leg-end of it, but ended up falling down to his butt.

“Are you okay?” Beverly hurried to ask.

“God, what are these, fucking bolted to the floor?!” Ben blurted out.

“Well—” Eddie sighed. “I guess we’re just gonna have to take the other room.”

Richie turned his head to Eddie almost so fast his glasses dropped down.

“But we’re gonna have to sleep in the same bed,” he spoke.

“Well,” Eddie shrugged. “No can do.”

They made sure to give Beverly one last judging eyes though, before quietly walking to the last room at the end of the hallway.

And a whistle left Richie’s lips as he opened the door.

“Wow,” Eddie said.

It was huge.

The room had a giant window at the top of the ceiling, so wide that you wouldn’t have even needed a lamp because it illuminated the whole room; but regardless, there was a white big crystal lamp hanging on the ceiling. On the floor there was a sheep hide (presumably fake though, as Bill and his family were vegetarians), and the bed was a California king size.

“I think we got the master bedroom,” Richie said to Eddie, and they glanced at each other again, before both of them high-fived and rushed in.

“Holy shit, this room is like the size of my entire house!” Richie blurted out.

“God, we even have a mini fridge,” Eddie said, opening it.

Richie chuckled as he fell on the bed, his gaze following Eddie who was walking around the room, looking at every tiny detail in it; and Richie was looking at every tiny detail in him.

Truth be told, he had been in love with Eddie ever since sixth grade, yet he’d never have the courage to tell him how he felt other than by joking pick-up lines Kaspbrak never took seriously; because it was Richie! He flirted with everyone. But what Eddie didn’t know, that every time Richie flirted with him? He really meant it.

“Hey, good news!” Eddie spoke, his head inside some room behind the corner.

“Yeah?” Richie asked, and Eddie turned around.

“We have a bathroom — so there’s still that bathtub.” Eddie said, and Richie laughed.

“What, I take the bathtub and you take the bed?” He asked.

“Well since you offered,” Eddie shrugged, soon a smirk rising to his lips; and Richie couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Eddie saw the… look in Richie’s eyes, something he wasn’t sure if he’d seen before, and he felt his tummy fill with butterflies as he just chuckled and glanced away. And then the door swung open.

“Guys! Food is ready!” Ben said, his jaw then dropping as he looked around the room.

“Wow,” he said.

“My words exactly, Benny-boy!” Richie said, jumping down from the bed. “Still want that balcony room?”

“You two hit jackpot.” Ben mumbled, and Richie let out a raspy laugh, ruffling his friend’s hair on his way out; and Eddie felt his legs go limp.

God, this was going to be a long, long weekend.

—-

“Popcorn?”

Richie lifted his head up to Stanley who arrived in the living room with a bowl of popcorn in his hands later that day.

“Wow, is it poisoned?” Richie joked to his friend who laughed, clearly over his mood from earlier.

“No, it’s not poisoned, Rich.” Stan said, and Richie smirked before he reached out for the bowl.  

“Oh wait, actually—” Stanley joked as Richie’d already thrown the whole handful into his mouth.

“Kidding.” Uris smirked and Richie laughed, as Stan started to hold the bowl out to the rest of them.  

“I still can’t believe your parents own a cabin this big,” Richie said, as the whole club were sitting in the living room, some of them on the couch and some of them on the floor next to the sofa table, sitting on top of a another freaking sheep hide. “Are y'all secretly millionaires or something?”

Bill chuckled at Richie’s question, sipping on his beer.

“No, unf-fortunately.” Bill said. “This cabin used to be my grandpa’s.”

“Your grandpa’s? But this is so modern,” Eddie said. Him and Richie were sitting next to each other on the couch; and Eddie wasn’t drinking either. Richie was a little surprised at this, because Richie not drinking had never stopped Eddie before — it had never stopped any of them before, honestly, but now Eddie wasn’t. He’d objected from taking a beer twice already. But maybe he just wasn’t in the mood.

God, Richie; it’s not because of you, he thought to himself.

“Yeah well, grandpa never l-liked it.” Bill shrugged. Maybe that’s why.

“So was your grandpa a millionaire?” Beverly smirked from the couch, sloughing with the beer can lazily in the hand that was hanging out from the hand rest.

“More or l-less.” Bill said and all their eyes widened.

“Your grandpa was a millionaire and you never told us?!” Richie blurted out, and Bill laughed.

“Well why would’ve I?” He asked. “It’s not like I had the m-muh-money.”

“God. A millionaire in our midst.” Richie said. “Step back Stan, I might marry Bill.”

Eddie glanced at Richie as their friends laughed, feeling as though someone had just punched him in the chest. He lowered his gaze and just leaned to grab some popcorn from the bowl on the table, trying to eat his feelings away.

“Not if I do it first,” Stan said, throwing a hand over Bill’s shoulders and smiling at him.

“I’m serious, there might be a ring to it! Richard Denbrough.” Richie said, fake majestic, and everyone laughed again; all except for Eddie.

Stanley just rolled his eyes amusedly, saying; “Tough luck, Tozier.” — before pulling Bill in to a kiss.

“Get a room,” Ben joked.

Mike and Beverly chuckled as Richie turned his gaze to Eddie, who didn’t look entertained at all. He looked like he was drowning inside his big hoodie, his legs stretched out on the table in front of them, and he just looked so cute Richie could’ve swooned right there and then.

“You okay, Eds?” Richie asked.

“Fine.” Eddie just said.

God, what’s wrong with you?! He thought to himself. It was just a joke!

“Yeah? You don’t look like it.” Richie chuckled. “You’re sulking.”

They hadn’t even noticed that the rest of the losers were paying attention to them now.

“No I’m not,” Eddie said.

“Yes you are,” Richie said, leaning to press his finger against Eddie’s cheek to try and pull the corners of his mouth up, and Eddie burst out in a chuckle.

“Stop!” He laughed.

“There! Not broody anymore,” Richie smirked, and the other losers exchanged looks.

–—–

“So uh… how are we going to… do this?”

Richie and Eddie were standing on opposite sides of the bed in their pj’s, looking at each other and the bed alternatively.

“Well uh… you take that side and I take this side,” Eddie said from the left side.

“Right,” Richie said. “So we just… get in.”

“Right,” Eddie said.

“Right.” Richie said again.

Eddie nodded, and they both climbed to the bed, getting under the blankets; and then they realized the blankets were in fact just… a one, blanket.

“Uh…” Richie mumbled.

“Well I mean— it’s a huge blanket,” Eddie said. “I’m sure we can manage with it.”

Richie nodded in agreement. It wasn’t like he had anything against this.

“Yeah, you’re right,” Richie nodded.

They looked at each other in the slightly bothered silence, the room was dark other than the light around the bed that was coming from yellow night-lamps on the night tables on both sides of the bed.

“So… good night,” Eddie said.

“Good night,” Richie said back.

They looked at each other for another few seconds before Eddie nodded and gave a small awkward smile, and then turned his back to Richie, leaning to pull the string of his side’s lamp to shut it. Richie looked at the back of his head for a moment (and Eddie sensed this, as he didn’t feel the bed shift first), before he turned to his side and leaned to close his lamp.

Neither one of them fell asleep; they didn’t get even close to it; and then, after approximately five minutes, Richie spoke.

“You up?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Eddie said.

“I��m not even tired.” Richie admitted, and Eddie smiled a little, even though in the dark room it couldn’t be seen. Well, and he did still have his back towards Richie too.

“Neither am I,” Eddie said, and Richie turned around. Eddie did the same.

“So you wanna like… talk?” Richie asked.

“Okay,” Eddie shrugged softly. “About what?”

Richie shrugged.

“Something.” Richie said.

“That’s a wide subject.” Eddie chuckled, and Richie smiled.

“I like your laugh.” The words rolled off of Richie’s tongue and he did not mean to say that out loud — but oh, shit, he did.

Eddie’s brows raised up a little and Richie was too afraid to turn his gaze away, as his lips were a little parted.

“I mean—”

“You like my laugh?” Eddie smirked, amused.

“No, that’s not what I meant-”

“So you don’t like my laugh?” Eddie asked, faking offended.

“No, I like your laugh.” Richie mumbled, embarrassed, his cheeks pink.

Eddie looked at him in the dark, a wide smile on his lips. He then decided to speak too.

“I like your…” everything, he could’ve said. “Glasses.”

“I don’t even have them on right now,” Richie said.

“Can you see anything?” Eddie asked, actually a little curious.

“Honestly? No.” Richie said, and Eddie laughed again. “Especially cause it’s dark. I’m blind as a bat.”

“Awww,” Eddie cooed, and that did something to Richie; he didn’t know what it was, but he could feel the tension in the room change, so he got more courage.

“I like your hair,” Richie continued.

“I like your hair too,” Eddie smirked.

“What, this old thing?” Richie joked, running his fingers through his hair, and Eddie bit his lip gently — God, how he wanted to do that. 

“I like some of your jokes.” He just said, his voice going mellow.

“Holy shit, now that’s a compliment!” Richie blurted out, and Eddie smirked.

“Don’t let it get up to your head.”

“I like your smile,” Richie said, earning exactly that from Eddie, even though he had just brushed Eddie’s previous comment off. But come on, as if he was gonna let that one slip.

“I like your eyes.“ 

"That’s great, I’d look kinda scary without them.” Richie said, and Eddie laughed out loud, making Richie smile in the dark.

“Oh my God,” Eddie said. “That’s awful.”

“But it’s true,” Richie said.

“It is true.” Eddie agreed, biting down on his lip to stop himself from smiling.

“You… you said you can’t really see in the dark, but that doesn’t stop you from like… feeling, right?” He asked, his tummy flipping with butterflies as he thought of what to do next.

Richie felt exactly the same, even though he had no idea where Eddie was going with his. He kinda did, but he wasn’t sure.

“That’s… yeah, glasses don’t really… have anything to do with… feeling.” He uttered out, palms getting sweaty.

“Good,” Eddie said, before leaning to close the gap between the two of them, pressing his lips to Richie’s.

A tiny grunt left Richie’s mouth as he felt Eddie’s lips on his, and after processing for hardly three seconds, he grabbed Eddie’s wrists and rolled himself on top of the smaller boy.

The kiss turned passionate soon, both their tongues fighting for dominance — the kiss was hungry and thirsty and desperate for all the times that they’d been supposed to be doing this already.

Richie’s lips soon moved down to Eddie’s neck, earning a sigh from Eddie.

“I like your— your lips,” Kaspbrak breathed out as Richie kissed down his tanned skin. “-especially on me ohmygod.”

“Your skin smells like peppermint,” Richie moaned out in ecstasy, before attaching his lips to Eddie’s again; and it felt so right.

Outside snow was landing down in big flakes, covering the already white ground even more, the night-sky was filled with stars and Richie and Eddie forgot about everybody else in the entire world;

This must be what Bill and Beverly meant by “the magic.”

–—–

“Wakey wakey so we can get eggs and bakey that Richie forgot in the store!”

Richie woke up to Stan’s voice in the lobby, opening his eyes; and nearly gasping out loud at the sight of Eddie in his arms. His brunette head was resting against Richie’s bicep, his arm wrapped around Richie’s and their legs tangled together; and slowly, the events of last night started coming back to Richie. The way Eddie’s body felt on top of his, the way his lips felt like on Richie’s, the way his name sounded like coming out of Eddie’s mouth in a soft whisper-

“Richieeee and Eddiieeee are you up?!”

“Shit,” Richie breathed out.

Stanley was gonna march in any second now, and if he saw Eddie and Richie spooning, he wouldn’t stop talking about it ever, so Richie had to do something. He kept on glancing at the door, and Eddie, biting down to his own lip, trying to think of a way to get out;

And then he just jumped up, Eddie immediately waking up.

“A spider!” Richie squeaked, pointing at the bed.  

“Shit, where?!” Eddie blurted out, jumping up too.

“Get dressed, Stanley’s coming!” Richie hissed as he pulled on his sweatpants, and Eddie’s eyes widened, before he grabbed his pajama pants and pulled them on, getting his sweater over his head just in time as the door opened.

“Oh, great! You’re up!” Stan said.

“Uh-huh!” Eddie and Richie rushed to say.

Stan just did them the finger guns before walking away, whistling a tune.

Looks like Richie and Eddie weren’t the only ones who’d experienced the “magic” last night.

“So uh… about last night-” Eddie started.

“We should go,” Richie cut Eddie off. “I’m starving.”

Eddie looked at him for a moment before nodding.

“Right,” he said, and even though Richie felt kind of bad, he just nodded back at Eddie.

“I’m gonna… get changed.” He said.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie said, but neither of them moved. And then Kaspbrak realized it would be awkward for some reason; not for him, but for Richie apparently. Which was weird, because they’d literally just been naked with each other.

“I’m… gonna go do it in the bathroom,” Eddie however still said.

“Right, okay.” Richie said.

Eddie just nodded and grabbed some clothes from his suitcase, before walking to the bathroom.

Why was Richie acting like this? Last night he was alright, why was he so weird now?

—–—

Mike, Stan and Ben were chopping for wood outside as Beverly was warming up the sauna near the pier; they were gonna do the whole “winter swimming and then sauna”- thing later that day; so the only ones left to go to the store with Bill were Richie and Eddie.

Richie was horrified; he’d have to spend time with Eddie again? God, he’d literally just woken up with his sight full of Kaspbrak, not to mention last night — now he’d have to go grocery shopping with him?

He felt odd; not that he didn’t wanna hangout with Eddie. Because he did. Like, a lot. Too much. Damn, way too much. That’s why he didn’t wanna hangout with him. And Eddie was just so — normal!

“Maybe they still have our groceries from last night?” Eddie asked from the backseat as they sat in silence in the car.

“Yeah, maybe,” Bill said. “At least I have the r-receipt.”

“You do?” Eddie asked. “That’s great! Just — lets not forget the bags this time, huh, Richie?”

Eddie’s chuckle echoed to the front of the car where Richie swallowed nervously.

“Yeah, lets not,” he just said.

Eddie glanced at him from the mirror, turning his gaze away immediately though as Richie glanced back at him. He was just trying to keep things normal, because Richie was clearly making a big deal out of last night. Not that it wasn’t a big deal, because it was, but Richie made it seem like it shouldn’t have happened. And it was starting to upset Eddie.

—–—

The grocery trip wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, if you don’t count Richie hiding behind every possible aisle and/or pile of soda cans etc, and now they were already back inside the cabin, cooking some dinner.

“I can’t believe that they gave you everything we forgot,” Beverly said. “That’s amazing!”

“We’re tourists from the city. They probably did it out of pity,” Stanley snorted and everyone chuckled; except for Richie, who was still walking on eggshells around Eddie.  

“You okay?” Eddie asked, looking into Richie’s eyes, trying to get the deeper message to him - but Richie just nodded, continuing to mix the mashed potatoes.

“Hey, you’ve got some-” Eddie leaned to brush a tiny bit of the mash off of Richie’s cheek, and literally all of the losers dropped what they were doing to stare at the pair; but Richie was lightly gaping at Eddie, and then they turned their gazes to the losers, who quickly went back to whatever they were doing.

Eddie too just grabbed his salmon slices and waddled over to the oven.

Throughout the whole dinner, Eddie and Richie didn’t look at each other, and when Richie asked if someone could pass the ketchup, Eddie just went for it automatically but Richie refused to take it.

“You want it?” Eddie asked, and the second he did, both him and Richie went red— remembering certain details.

“Oh my God,” Stanley growled, grabbing the ketchup bottle and lightly slamming it in front of Richie, before flashing him a fake, snarky smile. “There you go, Tozier.”

The other losers definitely had a hunch.

–—–

“So the sauna’s all ready?” Mike asked, as the whole lot of them stood outside wearing nothing but swimwear, their gazes glued to the hole made to the water in front of them. None of them had ever tried winter swimming, except for Bill — and he claimed it was fun. 

“Uh-huh,” Beverly said.

Eddie was shaking from the cold, his hands wrapped around his tiny frame, and Richie felt so bad; he just wanted to pull him against his chest and warm him up, but he couldn’t.

“So… who wants to go first?” Ben asked.

“I think Bill should do it since he’s done it already,” Eddie breathed out, trying to warm himself up by rubbing his hands up and down his arms.

“I think Bill should be the last,” Mike said. “Because he really is the only one who’s done it; he should stay and make sure we’re all doing it right.”

“That’s true,” Stan said. “Richie might accidentally drown himself.”

“Ha-ha, Uris,” Richie faked a laugh, and Stan smirked.

“Okay, I’m gonna go first!” Beverly said.

“As always,” Richie mumbled, flashbacks from the quarry hitting him.

“Okay, just lower yourself in and swuh-swim to the end, th-then swim back and just ruh-run to the sauna.” Bill said, and Beverly nodded.

“Got it,” she said, and started to lower herself in; and she screamed the second she did.

“Wow,” Richie said. “That how she screams in b-”

“Do not say it,” Ben deadpanned but Richie couldn’t help but smirk nevertheless.

“Now just swim!” Bill chuckled, and Beverly did as told, shrieking the whole time though, before she was finally back and up. The boys laughed as she ran inside to the tiny sauna- building next to the pier.

“Next?” Stan asked, and Ben raised his hand. 

“Oh, shit, this really is cold,” he breathed out, and Bill smirked as Ben swam from end to end and soon he ran in too.

“Okay, I am done waiting here in the cold,” Eddie blurted out, and he went in fast.

“Shit, shit, fucking shit, fuck fuck shit fuck-”

He cursed his way through it, and for a moment Richie forgot about how awkward things were between them and just laughed with the rest of their friends.

Then Eddie jumped up.

“How was it?” Richie asked, still in the relaxed state.

“Oh you’re not gonna survive it Tozier,” Eddie just breathed out before sprinting to the sauna, and Richie bit his lip gently as he stared after him.

Next went Stanley (who throughout the whole thing reminded his friends repeatedly about how this was such a bad idea and how he hates them), then went Mike (who giggled adorably and said ‘Wow, that really was cold!’ once he got out) and soon there were only Richie and Bill.

They stood there in silence, glancing at each other and the water.

“You know, just, w-whenever you’re ready.” Bill said, hinting Richie to just do it.

“It’s probably really cold though, right?” Richie asked.

Bill raised his brows.

“It is, yes.” He said.

“What if I just didn’t do it?” Richie asked, and Bill fake gasped.

“Are you ch-chickening out, Richie?” He asked, and Richie glanced away.

“Oh, you are suh-so not gonna chicken out!” Bill laughed, grabbing Richie from the arm to try and pull him towards the water.

“Hey!” Richie laughed, trying to protest.

“Get in!” Bill laughed.

“No! No—”

“Guys! Hey guys!”

Both Bill and Richie turned their gazes towards the sauna, seeing Beverly.

“The power’s out. Again.”

———

Back inside in the (now dark) house again, there were candles all around as the losers were all cuddled on the sofa under blankets, and dressed now — Richie was sitting alone on the opposite chair though, and him and Eddie kept on glancing at each other every now and then as Bill stood in the corner of the room, speaking to the phone.

“Tuh-tomorrow?! Wha do you m-mean tomorrow, mom?!” He snapped, and pretty much all the losers sighed or whined in frustration.

“I’m sorry honey, that’s just what he told. He’s not in town today, he’s coming back first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Well wuh-what are we supposed to do till then, huh?! It’s already getting coh-cold in here! By the time he arrives we’ll b-be in h-h-hypothermia!”

“Get some wood for the fireplaces.”

“We already u-used them all for the s-s-sauna!”

“You went to the sauna? Billy, honey, you know it takes a lot of wood. Why would you-”

“Well how was I supposed to know that the p-p-power goes out when it was just fixed yesterday!”

“You should really find a new electrician,” Richie noted and Eddie rolled his eyes in amusement.

“Why don’t we just go get some wood?” Mike suggested.

“What, you suggest we chop down a tree?” Stan snorted.

“No, Stanley, there’s that gas station nearby. Maybe they have some?” Mike said.

“That’s true,” Ben said.

Bill listened to them, and then sighed to the phone.

“W-we’re gonna go get some wood from the g-gas station.” He said.

“Okay. Drive carefully though, the road’s a nightmare this time of the year!”

Stan smirked smugly a little as he heard Bill’s mom agreeing with him.  

“Sure. Bye.”

And then Bill hung up.

“So, who’s going?” He asked.

“Richie,” Stan said.

“Huh?” Richie asked.

“You and Bill are the only ones who didn’t swim,” He shrugged. “You’re not freezing.”

“True.” Ben murmured, snuggling closer to Beverly.

“Well I don’t wanna go alone!” Richie blurted out. “It’s dark already!”

“Aww, are you scared of the dark?” Stan joked. “Or scared that a yeti will come?”

Richie glared at Stan.

“I’ll come wih-with you.” Bill said.

“Bill, this is your cabin,” Beverly said. “You have to be here.”

“Why?” Bill frowned.

“Well if something happens!”

“We have c-cellphones.” Bill said, holding his phone up. “See?”

Then he glanced at the screen.

NO SERVICE

“Shit,” he blurted out.

“What?” They all asked in unison.

“We just lost the reception,” Bill mumbled.

“Oh, great!” Richie blurted out, falling back in his seat. “This is just like the beginning of a horror movie!”

“Richie, come on.” Beverly said.

“Teens go to a cabin to have some fun time — they drink, they have a fun time, they have sex-”

All the losers turned to look at Eddie with wide eyes, and Kaspbrak went bright red as Beverly mouthed a “nice!” at him. Richie hadn’t even realized what he’s said as he was too busy staring at each finger he held up at a new thing.

“-then the power goes out, they lose cell reception, the nerd has to go get some supplies by himself—! You’re literally throwing me out to Jason in here!”

“Well, no can do, Tozier.” Stan said. “We’re all freezing, Billy owns this place-”

“I’ll go with you,” Eddie said, and all the losers turned to look at him.

“What?” Richie asked.

“Yeah,” Eddie shrugged, getting out from the blanket he was sharing with Beverly and Ben. “Lets go. Before Jason awakens.”

“You’re… you’re-”

“Yes, I’m coming with you, lets just go!” Eddie said, wanting to escape from under the amused eyes of their friends who had just totally realized the two of them had had sex.

“Okay,” Richie just then said and got up.

“W-wait a minute guys,” Bill said. “We don’t have s-service, so you gotta drive cuh-carefully, okay?”

“Okay,” Richie said and Eddie nodded.

“Do we need anything else?” Eddie asked and Richie glanced at him; Eddie glanced back, Richie blushed a little at the thought of having to sit inside that car alone with Eddie and turned his gaze away.

“If they have flashlights.” Stan said. “That would be great.”

“Okay. Flashlights and wood. Got it.” Richie nodded, and they started to walk away. Richie grabbed the car keys from the basket on the vestibule table, and they stepped out of the cabin.

They rushed over to Bill’s Range Rover (aka, Soccer Mom Mobile), and Richie started it in silence.

He took off from the front yard, and as he drove on the snowy road only lit by the lights of the car, Eddie finally spoke.

“Can we-”

“Eddie, please, I’m trying to concentrate on the road,” He said.

Eddie looked at him for a moment before nodding.

“Okay,” he said.

The gas station wasn’t as far as the grocery store, so it took them about fifteen minutes to get there;

Only to realize it was closed.

“Fuck!” Richie cursed out, kicking the door after trying to desperately pull it open.

“Calm down,” Eddie frowned.

“We just drove fifteen minutes for nothing, Eds!” Richie snapped. “Fifteen minutes, on a narrow, deadly road for nothing!”

“Maybe he’s just having a cigarette break or something,” Eddie said.

“This sign says closed. I think that means the place is closed.”

“There’s a phone number,” Eddie said, trying to ignore the slightly offensive tone Richie had just used. “Why don’t we call it? Check your phone. Do you have reception?”

“Alright, alright,” Richie mumbled, overwhelmed by all the babbling from Eddie.

“I have,” he said and glanced at the brunette.

“Well great! Call the guy,” he said and Richie nodded.

He tapped the number to his phone, before calling it.

Beeeeeep.

Beeeeeep.

Beeeeeep.

“He’s not picking up,” Richie said. “What if he’s sleeping?”

“He closed the store fifteen minutes ago, Richie. He’s probably not sleeping,” Eddie said.

Beeee-

“Hello?”

“Hey!” Richie blurted out. “Hello, hi, I’m uh, outside your gas station and I had no idea it closes at 9pm and my friends and I are staying at a cabin nearby and the power went off and we’re in desperate need of some wood and flashlights.”

Silence.

“So you want me to come open the store that I just closed.” The man said, a little rude.

“…yes please?” Richie mumbled.

“What’s your name?”

“Richie.”

“And how old are you?”

“Uh… eighteen.”

“God damn, you kids! I don’t understand how your parents let foolish babies like you out there, when you don’t even have a thing such as ready-wood prepared! Let me guess, you also didn’t bring any water?”

“Hey, we do have water and we used all our woods for a sauna,” Richie said, kinda offended.

“Okay, right… Well, I’m turning around now — but it’s gonna take me half an hour.”

“Half an hour? If you closed the store fifteen minutes ago and you’re not even home yet how is it-”

Eddie raised his brows at Richie in a ARE YOU SERIOUSLY COMPLAINING NOW?- way, so Richie shut it.

“Okay. Thirty minutes. Got it.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Thank you, bye.”

And then the man hung up.

“Thirty minutes. We gotta wait thirty freaking minutes,” Richie growled, stomping back to the car. He got in, and soon after Eddie climbed in from the passenger’s side.

Richie put the heating back on as he rubbed his hands together, gently breathing against them to try and get them warmer. His glasses were all fumed and he removed them, starting to rub them clean with the hem of his shirt that was peeking out from under his jacket.

Eddie looked at him, feeling kinda bad.

“Do you want my mittens?” He asked softly. 

“I’m fine.” Richie lied with kind of a cold- tone of voice as he readjusted his glasses to his face.

“Okay, that’s it,” Eddie spat, and Richie turned his head towards him.

“Huh?” He asked.

“You can’t just keep pretending like it didn’t happen, Richie, cause guess what— it did!” Eddie snapped and Richie swallowed.

Oh, shit.

Here we go.

The conversation Richie was trying to dodge.

“I don't—”

“God help me Richie if you say you have no idea what I’m talking about,” Eddie breathed out, and Richie went quiet.

“I don’t get it! What did I do? Did I do something wrong?” Eddie asked, Richie turning his gaze away. “I thought you wanted it too, I—”

“I wanted it!” Richie blurted out, slamming his legs down towards the seat in frustration, and Eddie went quiet. “Okay?! I wanted it so bad you have no idea.”

“Then why are you like this?!” Eddie blurted out back at him.

“Because I’m in love with you and it scares me!”

Eddie’s lips parted as he looked at Richie, who closed his eyes, not daring to look at Eddie.

“You’re in…”

“Love with you. Yes.” Richie said. “And last night was— for you, it was probably just a heat of the moment kind of thing, but for me it—”

“It wasn’t just a heat of the moment kind of thing,” Eddie said, and now Richie turned his head towards him.

“It… wasn’t?”

“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly, a soft frown on his face. “Richie, I…”

He took a deep breath, before he turned his gaze away to the dark winter and the ugly yellow lit up logo of the gas station, and finished his sentence.

“I love you.”

Richie looked at him, inhaling shakily as he felt like his whole body went limp as Eddie just stared out of the window, nervously licking his lips.

“Can you… say that again,” Richie asked, and Eddie turned his gaze back to Richie, a surprised look on his face, as he soon started to smile.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning closer. “I love you.”

A smile started tugging on the corners of Richie’s mouth as well, and Eddie chuckled, glancing at Richie’s lips before kissing him softly.

Richie kissed him back, lifting his other hand to grab Eddie’s cheek.

God, why had he been so afraid? There was nothing to be afraid of. He should’ve figured it out by himself; Eddie was the one who kissed him last night. And Eddie hadn’t told Richie to stop. Not once. Of course he liked Richie too.

They seemed to had lost the track of time, beacause suddenly—

Knock knock knock.

Both Richie and Eddie yelped out, Eddie pulling himself back to his own seat and Richie turning his head, to see an old guy with brown beard.

Richie rolled down his window.

“You must be Richie.” The guy said.

“Uh, yeah,” Richie said. “Wow— did it… did thirty minutes pass already?”

“No, I was faster than expected.” Then he gestured Richie to come out, who glanced at Eddie (that just nodded with a small smile) before he did. “You see, the road was…”

Eddie smiled and bit down to his lip as he watched Richie follow the guy, and soon he felt a ridiculously girly giggle leave his mouth— but he didn’t even care.

Richie got the wood and flashlights and apologized and thanked the gas station owner for about a dozen times, and he just told Richie to be more prepared the next time. And before Richie could get in, he gently nudged him to the side and said, “remember to be safe, also.” as he nodded towards the car, knowing damn well Eddie was inside, and at first Richie thought it was kind of creepy but then the man let out a raspy laugh, and Richie laughed back. He just seemed like a harmless old codger.

“Sure. And thanks again,” Richie said and the man just nodded, still snickering. He then waved at Eddie also, who waved back with a smile.

“He seemed nice,” Eddie commented.

“Yeah.” Richie agreed, not wanting to tell him about the man’s little “final addition”, and then he started the car.

The car ride back, of course wasn’t as awkward as on the way to the station, and Richie even tried to hold Eddie’s hand while he was driving but they learned that it was not that good of an idea as Richie nearly drove them off the road.

“Ho-ho-ho, merry Christmas!” Richie joked, slamming the door open. “And happy Hanukkah.” He added, glancing at Stanley who rolled his eyes.

“We have some wood,” Richie said, holding up a bag.

“And flashlights!” Eddie said, holding up a pack of them.

The losers noted the now zen- tension between the of them, and couldn’t help but smile. And they definitely didn’t wanna tell them that their trip was actually for nothing — as they’d found out that the only reason the power was out was because Ben had accidentally pulled one of the cords out.

“Great!” Mike said, clapping his hands together.

“You wanna light up the fireplace?” Beverly asked.

“Sure!” Richie said, placing the wood down.

“Wait, I forgot my phone in the car,” Eddie said, handing Richie the flashlights. He was about to turn around and walk away, but Richie grabbed him by the arm.

“Wait,” he said, and pulled Eddie close, pressing his lips to Eddie’s who was taken by surprise, straight up melting to the kiss and losing all function because this was in front of all their friends!

“Oh, my, God.” Beverly just said; they had all known, of course. They’d all known Richie and Eddie had undeniable chemistry, they’d all known something had happened at the cabin, they’d all found out what that something was; but they were still a little taken aback by actually seeing this now.

“Now you can go,” Richie said as he pulled away, and Eddie was a little dizzy, not even sure what he was supposed to do, but then he remembered.

“R-right,” he stuttered out, before turning around and walking out.

“Wow,” Ben commented.

“Wow exactly,” Stan said. “You turned him into Billy! Now I might just want a kiss from you!”

“F-funny, Stan.” Bill joked, and Stanley smiled sweetly at him. Richie then kneeled down in front of the fireplace to start tucking the fire in, and Mike leaned to whisper to Stan.

“So we’re just not gonna tell them about the power?” 

Stan looked at him and shook his head with a tiny smirk, and Mike nodded, smiling wide.

“Okay.”

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In-between || part 7

The world was turning upside down, Derry Maine had a killer clown on the loose and it was you and your friend’s self-assigned job to kill it.

A crossover series of It and Stranger Things x reader

Characters: Reader, the Losers Club, Eleven, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Steve Harrington

Unedited

Word count: 1828

Warning: nothing???

A/n: This is exactly important this time! It’s time for you guys to vote you the reader ends up with! send in a ask for who you think it should be and I’ll post the results as they come in. Also I realized I never said this but this is set 2 years later in 1987 and their 16. Thank you for all the support loves <3

Current results: 

Bill ||

Stan ||

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Mike ||

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“Oh my-” Eddie fainted right into your arms. “There’s two now?” Beverly asked. You shook your head, “don’t worry, Mike’s nothing like Richie. He’s more... quiet.” “That's not saying much.” Stan mumbled and you hit his arm as Eddie stood back up and took a pump from his inhaler. “Guys, This is the losers club. losers club, this is…” You named every person from both groups, everyone seemed to be sizing each other up to find their equals on  the other side. “W-who are they?” Bill asked, “Well they’re sure as hell not from Derry.” Eddies squeaked.

“We’re from Hawkins, Indiana. We got here through the upside down” Mike said in the most Duh tone you had ever heard. “The upside what?” Richie asked. Mike sighed and started to tell the story of the Upside down, or least what they knew about the monsters that inhabited it. After he was done it was your turn to playback the last few days and all the craziness that happened during them.

They all listened to you intently, hanging onto to every word that left your mouth. As you spoke you took turns looking at all of them, trying to identify what they were thinking. Mike H. and Stan had blank features but you thought if you looked into their eyes any longer the fear that filled them would reach out and grab you too.

Beverly looked strong and steady and so did El, you weren’t surprised. Ben, Lucas, Dustin and Steve looked ready to piss themselves. Bill, Mike, Max and Will you couldn't read, But when you got to Richie, You had never seen him like this. He looked frustrated beyond his years. He looked almost grown up. Richie Tozier grown up.

“Well, sh-shit.” Bill broke the silence after you finished. You nodded, “I think It’s from the Upside down, and I think together we can kill it.” Everyone looked at each other before Bill put his hand in the middle of the groups, “I’m in.” He locked eyes with you, you could see Georgie somewhere hidden deep within him. You put your hand in next, then Richie, Mike, Mike H., Max, Will, Beverly, Ben, Lucas, Eddie, Steve, Dustin and then all that was left was, El and Stan. El stepped forward and put her hand in. everyone looked to Stan, He was crying. “I- I can’t.” You would never had admitted this then but the look you gave him was one of pure pity.

“Stanley, Please. We need you.” He shook his head lightly and placed his hand on yours. It was a serial moment, everyone coming together as one. “Promise.” You could hear El mumbled, you saw Mike look over to her. You felt connected with everyone in that circle. It felt like minutes before anyone said anything.

You didn’t know if you were the only one to felt it but as you looked around finding the eyes of your friends you could feel the heavy weight pushing down on your heart. You could feel that not everyone would make it. You could feel the loss that was coming and yet you knew there was no way out of it.

Bill was the first one to speak up, “wha-what now?” You cracked a smile and looked to Richie who was wearing the same one, “Well, since this could be our last night alive...” “why not party.” Richie finished for you, laughing along.

Bill went home and grabbed his boom box and some of the cassettes all of you shared. Stan and Eddie got all of the pillows, blankets and sleeping bags they could find. Bev and Richie took as much food and smokes they could get from the drugstore and Ben went to get everyone some soda.

It was getting chilly and the sun had completely set by the time everyone was back. You, Mike and Steve set up a bonfire with odd sticks from the forest floor as the rest set up camp for the night. There were logs and rocks set in a messy circle around the blazing fire and someone, you assumed Will and Mike, layed out sleeping bags and filled them with the blankets and pillows taking up the entire clearing.

When Richie and Bev pulled out the cigarettes Steve at first went into mother mode and tried to snatch them but after listening to Riches trashmouth complaining for all of 5 minutes he gave them back. You took one, so did Bill, Mike H, and Max. You stuck yours in your pocket for later.

The party wasn't really much of a party. It was more of a reunion for something that hadn't even happened yet. First some of you guys danced. At first it was just the losers and then slowly Mike, Lucas and Max joined it. When Richie and you danced together it was really something.

The year before, your favorite movie came out, Dirty Dancing. You had dragged Eddie, Stan and Richie to it countless times and at the school dance Richie surprised you by having the dances completely memorized and ready to perform.

As soon as the songs came on you knew you couldn’t help but do it. The losers all knew exactly what you were doing but the others sure as hell didn’t. They were a bit confused why you were dancing and that and then laughing. Dancing dirty with Richie was one of your favorite things to do. He could translate his trashmouth to his hips pretty damn good.

When everyone had settled down people drank, smoked and snacked, laughing and sharing stories to the music playing softly in the background. You felt an odd sense of safety then, everything was so peaceful and calm.

But as the night drew on your thoughts fogged over and your smile fell into a frown. Both Ben and Bill had not left Beverly's side. Richie, Stan and Eddie couldn’t stop fucking staring at her, Max and El, never once giving you a second glance. Jealousy was running through you. You liked the feeling of Richies warm body on yours when you dancing, you liked the feeling of Stan not being able to look away from you or the feeling of Mike's gentle hand on your shoulder.

Richie who had been sitting next to you had completely turned to be facing the rest of the girls and shamelessly flirted with them, Lucas had his arm draped around Max for most of the night. “Would you look at all these babes.” Richie whispered to Eddie just loud enough for you to hear. You scoffed and got up from your seat wandering into the woods just a few feet.

You looked towards the drop to the water and found Beverly and Bill sitting hand in hand on the edge. They were hidden from the others by a thick rock. You watched as they both pulled closer and closer together until their  lips connected. Why? Why wasn’t that you? Why wasn't someone kissing you? Why was Richie kissing you? Or Mike? Or Stan?

You went back to the others, said you were going to sleep and laid down on  a sleeping bag. A few joined you but mostly they stayed up. You saw Bill, Ben and even Richie all trying to fight over Bev before you rolled to be on your side facing the other way. You couldn't sleep. After you were sure no one else was still awake you sat up against the a tree and played with the dirt around you, drawing small patterns and lines.

You saw how happy Lucas and Max were. You wanted that. You didn't honestly know if you were going to make it through the next few days. But you wanted to feel that before you left this world.

“(y/n)?” You jumped and looked up to see Mike walking over to you rubbing his eyes, “why are you still up?” you shrugged, “couldn't sleep, what about you?” He shrugged mimicking you and slid down the tree next to you. “El.” You frowned and looked to him out the corner of your eye, “why El?” Mike didn't answer at first, instead looking straight ahead, you thought he wasn't going to answer you but he did, very quietly, “She doesn’t love me anymore and I don't think I love her.” “Oh.” He let out a pathic laugh.

“Yeah… Oh. When I first met her I was obsessed, I kissed her and then like 10 minutes later she disappeared, for a long time and when she came back at first I thought it’d all go back. But when she started going out in the world and meeting new people she realized I wasn't the only option. She said she wanted to try new things.” “Ouch.” “Yeah. I thought I would just wait for her to come around but it had been awhile again and I started to think maybe it is a good idea to look around before settling down and then she told me just what I thought I wanted to hear, that she wanted me or whatever, and I said no. Because I realized I didn't love her nearly as much as I thought I did.”

“Fuck dude.” He nodded, “are you gonna tell me the real reason you're awake now?” You scoffed, “it's dumb.” “I’m sure it's not.” “Oh, trust me.” Mike moved so you could see him roll his eyes. “Okay. fine, whatever.” You turned out to be facing him and put your hands in your lap. “I just want to be a thought of as a real girl.” “A what? What does that even mean.” It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Like Beverly or Max or El, all the boys fawn over them and I’m just here. And I hate it. I could leave this earth tomorrow and never know how it feels to be loved by someone. I didn’t even have a first kiss!” You put your head in your hands.

“God. What if I die before… any of that.” Mike placed his hand gently on your knee. “Your not going to die. And besides, kissing is overrated.” You glared at him. “Symbolism jackass.” “Oh. Well, why don’t we go and try to sleep? We can keep each other company or something.” You nodded, “Sure.” He stood and up took your hand, pulling you off the ground. Neither of you let the other go as you walked back to the mass of sleeping bags.

When you laid on your side you felt him lay right behind you. Only a few minutes later did you feel him getting closer to your back as he reached out a arm softly wrapping it around your waist. You didn’t know if it was the cold or loneliness but something inside of you stirred, you snuggled yourself into his chest and he jumped a little. “I th-thought you were asleep.” You shook your head. “Nope. not yet.”

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[sweetlysilent]

Alone

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader

Description: You had gotten lead away from the group, leading you to get locked in a room with Pennywise, portraying as your greatest fear, making you vulnerable and alone.

Warnings: Swearing, sadness, kind of violent??

Word Count: 1,916

A/N: So I was going to write a Wyatt Oleff fic but then I decided to write a Stan Uris one instead bc why not?? I also apologize in advance yIKES.

You could have sworn you were right behind everyone, they had clearly stated ‘DO NOT SPLIT UP’ or how Richie rephrased it 'DO NOT SPLIT UP OR YOU’RE FUCKED' and that was the last thing said outside the abandoned house.

You were all carefully looking around, the house wasn’t in great condition, it was old, dusty, overall super unsanitary, something Eddie was surely having an issue with.

“Guys, this place is so gross, can we please leave?” Eddie whined, as everyone huffed and or rolled their eyes in response.

“No, we need to keep looking.” Richie urged on, but deeply regretting ever entering this hellhole of a house.

“We just have to stick together alright?” Beverly spoke up, as everyone nodded their heads quickly.

You all were walking down a hallway, it had many doors, everyone was walking into one particular room when you heard a nose from the other end.

Your gut told you to say put, but your mind was overly curious as to what it was, but your heart told you not to go, that it was dangerous, and to listen to the group rules, 'do not split up.’

“Y/N.” The voice echoed, instantly catching you in a trance, everything and everyone around you vanishing, except the voice.

“Y/N come help me please!” The voice pleaded, it sounded familiar, it sounded like someone you knew, this instantly made you rush down to the other end of the hallway.

You ran into the room, only to see nobody in there, but you could of sworn you had just heard someone in here.

The door behind you suddenly flew closed, startling you, making you panic and try to open the door.

“Help! Someone let me out! Please!” You screamed, your fists colliding with the door, hoping someone would hear you.

“Y/N.” The voice appeared again, making you turn on your heel in an instant, revealing Stan.

Did he accidently wander down to this side of the hall too? Maybe he had heard the voice as well.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, a small smile appearing on your face as you realized you were now okay, that he was here with you, you weren’t alone anymore.

“Stan, thank god you’re here, I got lost somehow, I thought I was alone and..” You were talking fast, unable to stop the words from falling out of your mouth, until you realized he hadn’t said anything back.

“Stan?” You hesitantly questioned aloud, your eyes searching him over as he stood completely still.

“H-How exactly did you get in here? The door..” You turned to look back at the clearly closed door, then back at the boy, your brows furrowing.

“You’re wondering how I got in here.” Stan finally spoke, as you nodded, your breathing starting to pick up slightly.

“You see that’s the thing, I was in here, I called for you, and you came.” Stan smiled, making you smile slightly, you couldn’t help it, it was Stan, you’d always had a soft spot for him.

“And then when you came in, I wasn’t here, no, I was gone, and then the door closed, and now, here I am.” He smiled, his arms spread out as he motioned to himself being in the room.

“But.. But that’s not possible, there’s no other entrance in the room, you had to of been in here before.. otherwise..” You trailed off, your breath hitching in your throat as your eyes widened slightly.

“U-Unless y-you’re not him..” You whispered, your feet slowly backing you up to the door as you watched him intensely.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? It’s me. It’s Stan.” He smiled, starting to walk towards you, your breathing now more hectic.

You started banging on the door, screaming for anyone to come and help you.

Your brain was being played with, making you feel vulnerable and weak.

“Y/N, stop. Nobody is coming. Nobody cares. You’re alone.” He whispered in your ear, his breath hitting your neck, sending shivers down your spine and goosebumps down your arms.

“N-No, they d-do care!” You shouted, your eyes closed tightly as you felt his hand touch your shoulder gently.

“If they cared about you, why’d they leave you? Why’d they leave you all alone?” Stan taunted, as you choked out sobs.

“They w-wouldn’t do t-that.” You whimpered, making him laugh and turn you to face him, keeping you pressed against the door.

“And yet they did. They left you to die. They never cared about you Y/N, can’t you see that? I never cared about you.” He spat, his eyes narrowing as your heart slowly shattered.

This is what IT wanted, it wanted to make you feel vulnerable, alone, it wanted to portray as the person you cared about most, to make it seem as if they didn’t want you anymore, and whether it was really him or not standing before you, you believed him.

Your heart was shattering, your wall was crumbling down around you, tears were falling down your cheeks as you watched the boy in front of you smile wickedly.

“Stan wouldn’t leave me.” You whispered, trying to convince yourself, but only making the Stan in front of you laugh.

“God Y/N, you’re such an idiot! What don’t you understand? I don’t want you anymore, I never did, I only hung around with you because I felt sorry for you.” Stan spat, making more tears slip down your face as he grinned at you.

He knew he had finally cracked you, Pennywise had won.

His true form was now evolving before your eyes, his body becoming bigger, his white face with a evil red sharp toothed smile, along with his orange fire looking hair.

Fear spread throughout your whole body, this was it, this was how you were going to die.

You couldn’t believe that after everything you had been through, this was how your life was going to end.

You attempted to hit the door with your fists one last time, screaming at the top of your lungs for someone to hear you, they couldn’t have left you.

You screamed until the moment Pennywise’s hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off oxygen to your lungs, as he dangled you in the air.

Your hands gripped his arm harshly, trying to pry it off your throat, as he gave a sinister smile, his teeth becoming rows, making your eyes widen with pure and utter fear.

“Guys you really shouldn’t be touching anything, you don’t know what kind of diseases are on any of this, exactly why I bring my hand sanitizer.” Eddie ranted on, annoying the rest of the group.

“H-He has t-t-to be h-here.” Bill spoke, looking around the room, before entering a new one along with Richie.

“Hey guys I think I found something!” Beverly shouted, making everyone stop and go over to where she was.

It wasn’t much, just a random hole in the floor that lead to somewhere new, but it was something, it was progress.

“Hey guys.. Where's Y/N?” Stan spoke up, now noticing your absence from the group.

“I swear to god they were just here.” Mike commented, looking around the room for you.

“How long have they been gone?” Ben questioned, as everyone shrugged in response.

“Shit. We need to find Y/N now!” Stan shouted, as everyone started rushing out of the room, beginning to search everywhere.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N where are you!”

“Y/N can you hear us!”

They all shouted, but there was no response, fear was starting to take over everyone.

“Shit where did they go?” Richie shouted, before glancing at one door that he could of sworn was open earlier.

“Guys, wasn’t that door opened earlier?” Richie pointed out, as everyone glanced at each other before sprinting to the door.

“Y/N!” They all shouted, trying to open the door while banging their fists on it.

“Y/N open the door! It’s us!” Beverly shouted, while everyone else was too.

The other side of the door was quiet, you were still dangling in the air, your vision starting to become blotchy from the lack of oxygen to your brain.

You barely noticed when the door flew open, all of them rushing inside, their eyes widening at the sight before them, Pennywise holding you in a death grip.

They all started to attack him, making him drop you in the process before disappearing down a hall.

“Y/N! Oh my god are you okay?” Beverly frantically questioned, looking at you with concern.

“Shit is Y/N even breathing?” Richie questioned aloud, making Stan’s eyes widen as he placed his head down next to your nose.

“It’s faint, but they are breathing.” Stan told the group, making everyone even more worried than before.

“I can give mouth to mouth!” Richie volunteered, making everyone snort in response.

“No, I’ll do it.” Stan rolled his eyes at Richie before placing his lips on yours, blowing air into your mouth, hoping it would help you regain consciousness better.

He did it a few more times before you gasped loudly, your chest heaving as you quickly scooted away from all of them.

“N-No.” You whimpered, breathing heavy as you cowered against the wall.

“You all left me!” You shouted, tears falling down your cheeks as you started to panic.

“No, Y/N, we didn’t, we’ve been here the whole time, we would never leave you.” Beverly tried to explain, crouching down next to you carefully.

You glanced up slightly, looking at her before your eyes drifted to Stan, your heart breaking once more.

“Y-You said everyone left me.. That nobody cared, that you didn’t care about me..” You whispered, not once breaking eye contact with Stan, who’s face expression dropped.

“No, no, no, Y/N, that wasn’t me.. Hey.. Look at me..” He carefully sat down in front of you, placing his hand gently on your chin so you’d look him in the eyes.

“We all care about you, you know we’d never leave you. Never.” Stan explained carefully, placing his other hand on your knee softly.

“You know that I’d never leave you, I care about you too much to ever do that.” Stan whispered, rubbing his thumb gently on your knee as your eyes flicked back and forth while looking at his.

“Y-You said I was alone.. That you only hung around with me because you felt sorry for me..” You whispered, a tear falling down your cheek.

Stan’s heart broke the second those words left your mouth, he should of known this would happen, that Pennywise would use him as a way to hurt you.

“Y/N, you know that isn’t true.” Stan whispered softly, his own eyes now watering.

“That wasn’t me, this, this is me.” Stan grabbed your hand gently, placing it on his chest where you felt his heart beating, convincing you he was real.

“Stan..” You whispered once more, your lip quivering as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sobs escaping your lips.

Stan held you tightly in his arms, a tear falling down his cheek as well as everyone else’s, if they had only been a few seconds later you wouldn’t be where you were right now.

You felt Stan’s hands rub your back gently, trying to help you relax, which he knew would take some time, he knew how bad Pennywise had gotten to you, so he said the one thing he knew you needed to hear.

“I will always be here, you’ll never feel alone again.”

Tags: @the-crime-fighting-spider

[tozierswheelers]

truths & dares [r.t.]

Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader

Summary: After dealing with Pennywise, the Losers’ Club decides to throw Beverly a farewell party, which ends in an embarrassing game of truth or dare.

You all sat in Bill’s basement, hunched over and lying down in ridiculous positions as you passed around popcorn and candy.

After the whole fiasco with Pennywise, you and the rest of the Losers had decided to face your fears, and had begun by cleaning out Bill’s basement. It was where Pennywise had appeared to him that rainy night.

Now clean and dry, the basement was bathed in a warm glow, the light emanating from the multiple lights strung across the room.

You were laying on top of a blanket, your head in Bill’s lap, and humming slightly as he absentmindedly ran his hands through your hair. Neither one of you noticed Richie sitting up straighter and shooting hurt little glances your way. 

You sighed softly, the feeling of Bill smoothing your hair lulling you to sleep. You were about to drift off when a loud yelp was heard, and you sat up straight. You looked over at Richie in concern, watching as his cheeks bloomed with red before he turned around and pinched Eddie, who also let out a loud squeal.

“You motherfucker! See what you did? You woke (Y/N) up!” Richie hissed, making sure only Eddie could hear him.

You glanced at Bill, exchanging quizzical looks before looking at Beverly, who raised her eyebrow and smirked at you before tilting her head towards Richie.

You felt your cheeks heat up as Beverly turned to Eddie, who was smiling so widely, you were sure his cheeks would get stuck that way. Your eyes met Eddie’s and you quickly looked away when he gave you the same look Beverly had.

“Why the fuck are you smiling like that dumbass?” Richie’s voice broke the silence. Eddie turned and faced the trashmouth, seemingly having a silent conversation before Richie’s eyes widened and he looked down, a bright red blush adorning his cheeks.

“Wow,” you laughed, laying your head back down on Bill’s lap. “I have never seen anyone get Richie to shut up that quickly. Congrats Eds.”

Richie’s head shot up in disbelief before he noticed the teasing smile on your face and he simply stared. 

Eddie nudged him, making Richie shake his head slightly before he frowned and turned to him once more. “Hey! How come you let her call you ‘Eds”?”

Eddie snorted before shooting you a smile. “Because she’s not an annoying asshole who does it to irritate me.”

Richie’s eyes widened and he lunged at Eddie, making him squeak as they tackled each other.

“Alright guys!” Mike clapped his hands. “We’re here to spend time with Beverly before she leaves. Not fight with each other.”

“Yeah!” Beverly exclaimed. “Now how about we do something fun?”

Uneasy glances were exchanged as you all noticed Bev’s sinister expression. Slowly, one by one, you all nodded, causing her face to light up with a wide grin.

“Great,” she clapped. “Who goes first?”

You hadn't been playing longer than ten minutes and yet Mike had been dared to sing his guilty pleasure (P.Y.T. by Michael Jackson), Stan had to talk about his crush for three minutes (a girl who sat behind him in math), Bill had to repeat tongue twisters (a moderately harsh dare from Richie), and Ben had been dared to recite a poem to the group (which made Beverly blush as she listened).

You had only been picked once, by Eddie, and you had picked truth. Although he had glanced at Richie, causing you to panic, he had proceeded to ask if you were crushing on anyone. You had responded ‘yes’, throwing a quick glance at Richie as the rest of the Losers giggled and whispered to each other, causing your face to heat up and Richie to grow agitated as he asked who they were talking about.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when it was Bill’s turn to choose, when you realized that maybe playing had been a bad idea.

“So (Y/N), t-t-truth or d-d-dare?” Bill’s voice rang through the room.

You hummed slightly, leaning up on your elbows. Feeling slightly adventurous, you answered. “Dare.”

Bill hesitated slightly, trying to think of something before he sighed in frustration. You watched as Beverly leaned in and whispered something in his ear, causing Bill to laugh out loud before turning to you and speaking. “I d-d-dare you to p-p-pick the most a-a-attractive person in this ro-o-om and spend seven m-m-minutes in the closet w-w-w-with them.”

You felt your stomach flip as you slowly stood up, shooting both him and Beverly a harsh glare. Your were met with wide eyes and innocent smiles.

You walked over to the small closet next to the shelf and took a deep breath before turning around. “Well Tozier, would you care to join me?”

Richie, who had been glaring at Bill, looked over at you in shock. You bit your lip as his eyes widened, making him look like an owl due to the fact that they were magnified by his thick glasses.

“M-me?” Richie whispered. You nodded. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

“Go!” Eddie hissed, nudging Richie with his elbow and cackling as he stumbled to his feet.

Richie made his way over to you, fidgeting with the hem of his button-down as he mumbled under his breath as Bill & Bev stood and made their way over to you as well.

“Alright,” Bev began, a large smile on her face. “You’ll go in there and we’ll lock the door from the outside. Mike will keep time and once the seven minutes are up, we’ll let you out okay?”

You glanced at Richie before nodding quickly.

“A-a-alright. In you go,” Bill stated, pushing you both in and locking the door.

You sighed as you stood in the darkness, placing your hands on the wall behind you and sliding down until you were in a sitting position. You could feel Richie shifting around next to you before he copied your actions and slid down next to you.

You heard Richie snort and turned to look at him, your eyes scanning the outline of his face as they adjusted to the darkness.

“You know that those assholes are probably listening in on us right? They just want to know what the fuck is going on in here,” Richie whispered.

“I know,” you replied quietly.

Silence ensued for a few more seconds, your heart beating faster and harder as Richie scooted closer to you.

“So do you really think I’m the most attractive person here?” Richie broke the silence.

This time, it was you who snorted. “Careful Tozier, your ego is beginning to show.“

Richie barked out a slight laugh. “Well since we’re stuck in here and shit for the next few minutes, I have something I should tell you.”

You sat up straighter, turning to him and smiling as you noticed him fidgeting with his glasses.

“I think you’re really fucking pretty,” Richie whispered. Your heart froze.

“I’m pretty fucking sure that my heart beats faster than that motherfucking roadrunner when I’m around you and even though Eddie says that you like me, I find that hard to believe because you’re a great fucking person and I’m just the trashmouth who makes dumbass comments about Ed’s mom and-“

“Richie,” you cut him off. 

“Yeah?” he replied, looking up.

“Shut up,” you said, leaning in and pressing your lips against his.

It was barely a kiss. It was a soft and awkward and barely-there brush of the lips yet yo you and Richie, it seemed like the best thing in the world. You felt your heart begin to palpitate and you could hear Richie gasp as his breath hitched, one of his hands coming up to brush your cheek softly. 

You pulled away and looked at Richie, whose eyes were still closed with his mouth still slightly puckered. He looked beautiful, the soft light that was coming in through the bottom of the door surrounding him in a pale yellow halo.

He opened his eyes slowly, a goofy smile making its way across his face as he ran a hand through his hair. “You like me? You really like me back?”

You nodded shyly as he let out a delighted laugh. “This whole time I fucking thought that you liked Bill. I truly did. Why the fuck would you like me? But you do like me! Thank fuck for Bev’s dare.”

You chuckled slightly as Richie quieted down. “I would never like Bill. No offense to him, he’s great, but he’s like a brother to me. Besides, he likes Bev.”

Richie laughed breathlessly before quieting down.

“Can I- can I kiss you again?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” you whispered back, your eyes fluttering shut as his hand brushed your hair back. He leaned in again, your lips meeting in a slightly less awkward kiss. Your hand had found its way into his hair, messing with his curls before you felt yourselves falling back as Mike opened the door. You collapsed onto the ground and pulled away from each other, a heavy blush coating both of your cheeks as you noticed all the Losers standing there with varying degrees of smug happiness displayed on their faces.

“I told you she liked you back Richie!” Eddie exclaimed.

“I’d say they definitely like each other, with the way they were sucking each other’s faces off,” Stan said nonchalantly, a knowing smirk on his face.

As the rest of the Losers broke out into laughter, you and Richie both groaned.

“Shut up Stanley!”

Tags: @delicrieux

[catsbrak]

why are you so heated over lesbian headcanons lol. mess!

first of all im a hot mess so let’s get that out there

it’s not that i have an issue with headcanons. i have headcanons. but i am also an absolute HOE for accuracy. (obviously the part w them at 11yo.. you know… THE scene, which was so kindly included in the vague about me, is not taken into account because that’s fucking sick. same as how both live action versions have chosen not to include it.)

i don’t give a FUCK what you headcanon. but i do also think there’s also a lot of heavy bi erasure that’s going on when people insist beverly is a lesbian. (hcs that have ben identifying as a woman aside, because i have no problems w it, unless people are doing it JUST for an excuse to make them lesbians. wrong on a number of levels)

and someone saw it fit to take the meme i made and write over it with their own headcanons - which is ALSO fine, whatever - but also to imply that i hate lesbians. obviously don’t. and im also a fucking lesbian.

anyway they’re continuing to mock me even now when ive been MIA to take care of my sick mother. so cool! but no, why should i be heated?