#i also saw one of someone under 18 talking about their favorite ghost fics SEVERAL of which are definitely not for anyone in that age group.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I'm already seeing tiktoks about potential names for new ghouls and I wish all of them a very much shut the hell up.

[bxxpbxxprichie]

Amorphous (Bichie) (1/?)

Summary : Modern AU. YouTuber!Richie. YouTuber!Bill. Richie Tozier fucked up big time. After a drunken night of having fun, his name is being slandered this way and that. However, and angel appears to sweep the Trashmouth off his feet. Bill Denbrough loves making speed arts of his favorite people on YouTube, and just so happens to be a huge fan of one Richie Tozier.

Pairings : Eventual Bichie

Warnings : NSFW themes, lots of cussing, Eddie freaking the fuck out, and a stutterless Bill

AN : This fic is meant for those over the age of 18. If you are under the age, please turn back now. I will not be keeping a tag list for this one, because I’m not going to tag anyone underaged. This will be full of smut, so be fair warned. Keep in mind that all of the characters are 21+ at this time. The characters in no way have any relation to the child actors that have portrayed them. IT does not belong to me, however if it had I would’ve changed a lot of things in the book.

Chapter 1 

Word Count : 1169

Richie grinned against the skin of his girlfriend's neck, hand trailing lower and lower down her clothed body. The air smelled heavily of booze, weed, and sweat. Loud bumps of vibrations shook the wall that Olivia was pressed against, and Richie wouldn't be able to hear her drunken moans if she wasn't doing it straight in his ear.

A part of his fuzzy mind told him that they shouldn't be doing this in the middle of a party, where everyone was walking around and could see them, but the other part told him to fuck all, and just do it.

His tongue pressed against a hot love bite on the girl's skin, hands trailing down to unbutton her shorts, before one slid down and between her legs. His lips met hers again, and he couldn't tell at this point if it was her hair tickling his face, or his own. The kiss was sloppy and tasted like vodka, tongues dancing together to a familiar song as his fingers sunk deep inside of her. Richie’s favorite part about sex was how noisy it was, and it was severely lacking with how loud everything else was.

But that didn’t stop him.

His thumb brushed over her clit with each thrust of his fingers, her moans being muffled heavily by his mouth. He pressed his body harder against her, and bent down to work at her neck again. She was fairly shorter than him, but he made it work always.

With his lips on her neck and his hand down her shorts, he hadn’t even noticed the flash of a camera.

Bill licked his lips as he set up his camera. It felt a little awkward, as he definitely wasn’t used to filming himself, but rather his hands. But he got it all setup and took a seat in a chair, the camera recording.

“He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.” The first time through with no stuttering was awesome. For the most part, Bill did pretty good about not stuttering anymore. On occasion there were one or two words, but it was especially bad when he got angry.

“Hey, everyone. I know you weren’t expecting to see my face, but rather a speed art of Johnny Depp, but today I decided to do something a little different. The thing is, one of my fellow YouTubers, Richie Tozier, has been dubbed a sexual deviant. There’s...well, there’s a lot of things being said about him right now.” He paused for a moment, clearing his throat, “The point is, even though I’ve never met Richie myself, I know through his content that he’s a good guy. It’s very obvious the girl in the picture with him is his girlfriend, and it’s not like it’s illegal for him to be drinking at his age. If anything, I think the photographer should be punished for taking such a picture. They were both at a party, and at parties people get intoxicated, I’m not blaming him for it.”

Bill licked his lips, and leaned back in his chair, “T-the things that I know people are going to say in response to this is that he shouldn’t be doing things like this because it can influence the kids that are watching him. My answer will be that just because they see one person, of age, drunk doesn’t mean they’re going to start drinking underaged because it’s cool. If anything I think everyone can take this as a learning experience. Don’t get drunk around people you don’t explicitly trust.” Bill worried his lip for a moment, thinking.

“So, yeah, I think that’s what I wanted to say. And anyways, uh, today I’m going to do something special just for Richie. In this video there will be two speed arts of Richie, one for his music channel, and one for his vlog channel, and tomorrow you guys will get Johnny Depp. I’ll also be selling my two Tozier prints, and it’s first come first serve as always. So, see you all then.” Bill stood and turned off his camera. It was as good as it was going to get, really.

He sucked in a deep breath and moved to his computer to edit the videos together. He’d done his Richie drawings already, and at this point just needed the little intro. He wanted to show his support for the man. Richie Tozier was really fucking cute, regardless of his trashmouth and his girlfriend.

“Richie, are you fucking kidding me? Open the damn door!”

Richie rolled over in his bed with a loud groan, untangling himself from the white sheets of his bed. Bare feet padded through a kitchen and a living room before he turned the knob and opened the door.

“Do you know what people are saying about you?” His best friend, Eddie, asked.

“That I’m hot? Sexy? Too cute to handle?” He gave his boy a grin before turning away and heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. His mouth tasted like shit.

“No, that you’re a fucking sex deviant!” Eddie followed after him, just as Richie knew he would.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Eds?” Richie rolled his eyes at the other’s dramaticism, and stepped over to the toilet to relieve himself.

Eddie turned to give Richie some privacy, “There’s a picture of you fingering Olivia all over the fucking internet, you fuck!” He hissed, his arms tight over his chest.

Those words had shocked him, and Richie was quick to look at Eddie, “What?” He asked.

“Yeah! Someone fucking saw you finger fucking her, which is gross might I add, and took a picture of it! Bev and I have been doing as much crowd control as we can, but it’s not fucking easy.” Eddie turned back to him, as Richie stepped over to the sink to brush his teeth and mull it all over.

“Buh Ih jus dohn gih ih.” Richie blubbered through the tooth brush.

“You know I can’t understand you when you put shit in your mouth.” Eddie huffed.

Richie spat in the sink, “I just don’t get it. Who would do that to me?” He turned back to continue brushing.

“I don’t know, dude. But it fucking sucks. I mean, a lot of your followers are backing you up, along with some other YouTuber’s, but it’s mostly parents that are pissed right now. Bev’s been getting calls from your sponsors too, some of them are pulling, and others are saying they’re right behind you with it all. Apparently some of them saw some video that changed their mind about the whole thing.”

Richie spit out his mouth wash, before turning to Eddie. “Well, let's see this video, then.”

Still only clad in boxers, Richie leaned away from the laptop on his coffee table, and looked at Eddie. “He’s hot, and nice.” Richie grinned, which only earned him a punch from Eddie.

“Keep that shit to yourself. We don’t want a second scandal to come from this. Just get ready so we can film an apology video, and maybe you can mention this Billiam character. The more people that see his video, the more people are going to be on your side.” Eddie scowled.

Richie stood, and nodded, “Have you heard from Olivia today?” He asked as he moved to his bedroom.

“Yeah, she’s pretty livid, but not at you. She’s working on her own apologies at the moment.” Eddie followed Richie once more.

“This pretty much sucks. I hope it doesn’t ruin everything.” Richie knew he should have listened to that small part of his mind that had told him that they shouldn’t be messing around like that.

“If it does, it’s your own damn fault. Now quit whining and put on your fucking pants.”

His video about Richie Tozier had been getting a ton of good feedback. Honestly, it was more feedback than Bill was used too, but he had gained a ton of subscribers over the past few hours and it was...strange. Not to say that Bill didn’t appreciate it, but he just hadn’t been expecting it.

He got a notification on his phone that Richie had just uploaded, and dropped his pencil. It was an apology video. Bill was glad the other was owning up.

“What’s up guys? It’s ya boy-...I can’t do my normal intro for this video, I’m sorry. So, anyways, I’m sure most of you know by now that I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. Sure, I’m twenty one, so it’s okay for me to drink, but I shouldn’t be messing around with my girlfriend in public like that, regardless of where I am or how intoxicated I am. I am absolutely so sorry for everyone who has seen the picture, or just witnessed it at the party. I mean, I literally can not apologize enough. I fucked up, I’m taking the blame for it, and I would like to move on from it if that’s okay with everyone. For now I’m going to take a little break from my video’s, just so my team can take a little bit of a break, but in about a week we’ll be back to our normal uploading schedule. Thanks so much to everyone who’s had my back during this whole thing. I also just wanted to give a huge shoutout to the YouTube account, BilliamDraws. He made some awesome speed arts of me, and has been making an impact on a lot of other people, so please go check him out. Take care everyone.”

Bill’s screen black, and the next video started loading, but he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fucking move a muscle because the man he’d been crushing on for years saw his video and fucking shouted him out. A new notification popped up on his phone, and none other than Richie Tozier followed him on Twitter.

Things were about to get interesting.