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skeletonscribbles · 7 years ago

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I love your writing. Here's a Reddie prompt for you if you have a sec: "wow Eds, you have no idea how much I think about you at night." Do with that what you will ;)

Thank you anon - you’re too kind! This prompt turned into something decidedly less R rated than at least I was anticipating - I hope you enjoy my little blip of a jealous Richie piece anyway!

GreenWord Count - ~1700

Richie Tozier wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling.

He liked to think that he was a pretty agreeable fellow, all in all - always reliable for a couple of good chucks by way of sex jokes (not that he had any experience with sex itself; in fact, thinking about it for too long made him feel sort of hot and funny, so usually he elected just to laugh it off and move on)…

…so when he saw Eddie Kaspbrak climb on to Bill Denbrough’s shoulders to play chicken down at the quarry, why didn’t he feel like cracking wise?

He wasn’t angry about Eddie and Bill teaming up, per se. The other six people splashing around in the water with him were his best friends in the whole world; he loved them wholly and unconditionally and would never be angry with any of them, ever…even if Eddie had refused to partner with him for chicken earlier on, citing “germs”. No, he wasn’t mad about that. He couldn’t even blame him - it had probably been like two and a half days since his last shower. (He considered himself above such things - and besides, it wasn’t like he was the only unwashed miscreant at the arcade every day.)

He wasn’t sad, either. He knew sad pretty well - it washed over him every so often like an ocean wave, without purpose or form. His mother said that he’d inherited it from her, that she had it too…and that it always passed, no matter how bad it got. So far, she’d been right…but this wasn’t that. It was too sharp a feeling to be that.

His best guess for the feeling was ‘uncomfortable’. He wasn’t uncomfortable very often, but sometimes when Eddie looked at him, his skin vibrated with…something like what he was feeling now, so it was probably safe to chalk the whole thing up to discomfort.

But why the hell would he feel like that about a perfectly normal chicken fight? He hadn’t felt weird when Stan had climbed up on Bill’s shoulders earlier. He’d felt other things: the look on Bill’s ruby red face had been good for a laugh, and Stan’s ultimate loss to Beverly on Ben’s shoulders had been incredibly satisfying, but this…this was…

Richie was ripped from his reverie by a shriek and a splash; Bev had triumphed again. Eddie had been knocked backwards into the water. Bill was quick to try and help him back up, and Eddie clung to him, gasping for breath in a way that indicated that he’d need his inhaler soon.

Sure enough, as soon as Eddie was situated enough to control his motor functions, he was out of the water like a shot, wheezing exaggeratedly. Bill followed, hot on his heels, and the gross feeling in Richie’s chest grew more pronounced. He watched them walk away, feeling confused and disoriented.

“Earth to Idiot.” Stan came out of the blue, rolling his eyes and shoving Richie’s arm roughly. “You’re too quiet. What are you plotting?”

“Who, me?” Richie put on his best nonchalant face. “Just thinking about Eddie’s mom.”

“His mom, huh?” Stan was, as always, unimpressed. He looked at Richie with an expression that suggested that Richie was missing some big important point.

“Or yours, whichever, take your pick.” Richie laughed nervously. “I’ve been through ‘em all.”

Stan tutted, shaking his head. “Your birth was the first and last time you’re ever going to touch a vagina, dumbshit.

That statement made Richie nervous for reasons he didn’t understand. “What kind of blasphemy–”

“Richie.” Stan’s face was completely serious, and Richie couldn’t help but shiver in looking back at him. “I’ve known you for fuck knows how long…too long, definitely. Believe me when I say that I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Stanley, old chap, you’re not making a lick of sense,” Richie tried, breaking out his trusty British accent and feeling very small.

Stan looked away. “Okay, maybe you still don’t know, whatever. Just…don’t wallow. Go talk to Eddie.”

Richie blinked back at Stan. “What?”

“Go. Talk. To. Eddie.” Stan shoved his arm one more time, and then turned and started pushing towards where Mike was waiting by the shore. “And stop staring at Bill like he killed your dog. Jesus.”

“You’re Jewish,” Richie pointed out.

“Jesus was a Jew,” Stan retorted neatly, not looking back.

Richie weighed his options. On the one hand, he kind of wanted to piss off Stan by doing the exact opposite of the thing that Stan had suggested. (It was a frequent strategy of Richie’s, and for good reason - it got a rise out of Stan every time.) On the other…well, he wanted this fucking feeling to go away, didn’t he?

He pushed his way out of the water and on to the shore, where Bill was holding an aspirator to Eddie’s mouth.

Richie frowned at the sight of Bill kneeling by Eddie. It didn’t seem fair that Bill got to monopolize all of Eddie’s time and space. The two of them were seemingly attached at the hip. Eddie’s love for Bill was obvious and all-consuming; he followed their ginger beanpole of a leader around like a puppy. If he didn’t know better, Richie would say that Eddie was in love with Bill.

An image surfaced in Richie’s mind, unbidden, of Eddie and Bill engaged in a kiss. He pushed it out as quickly as it came, disgusted at himself for thinking it…and upset that it had made the feeling in his chest increase tenfold. Eddie and Big Bill could do what they wanted - it wasn’t any of Richie’s business or concern.

(Except that…it kind of felt like it was.)

“You okay, Eds?” Richie asked, swallowing his negative thoughts and strolling over to Eddie’s crouched form.

Eddie sat up stiffly. “Just peachy. Obviously.”

Richie put up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Just a concerned pal here, Eddie my love. No need to go all she-wolf on me.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie mumbled, looking as if he wanted nothing more than to disappear.

Bill looked between the two of them with the same knowing expression that Stan had worn earlier. “Yeah, I’m g-gonna go…Richie, make sure Eddie keeps b-b-breathing?”

“You can count on me,” Richie saluted, feeling a strange sort of relief at the thought of Bill leaving. Eddie, strangely, did not protest Bill’s departure - he just slumped back down, clutching his inhaler weakly.

“I’ll leave you to it, then,” Bill said, getting to his feet and heading in the direction of Ben, who had procured a picnic basket and was handing out sandwiches to their other friends. “I’m stuh-starved.”

As soon as Bill left, Richie found himself wanting him back. Without Bill, the energy between he and Eddie had turned…strange.

“What is he leaving us to?” Eddie asked after a minute, looking nervous.

“I’m sure he just wanted to give me a minute alone with my dear Spaghetti,” Richie said, reaching out to pinch Eddie’s cheeks out of habit. “Since he’s usually the one who gets you, I’d say it’s only fair.”

Eddie ducked out of reach of Richie’s offending hands, scowling. “What do you mean, he gets me?”

Richie shrugged, trying not to let the bitter feeling he was harboring seep into his words. “You and Big Bill are like…Bert and Ernie or some shit. Always together.”

Eddie stared back at him. “Bill’s my best friend.”

“And mine,” Richie agreed, “but the difference is that I don’t have an obvious boner for him.”

As soon as the words left Richie’s mouth, he wished that he could take them back…but it was too, too late for that. Eddie’s eyes had gone huge, and his face was on its way to turning bright tomato red.

“Excuse me?”

Richie pressed on, despite the fact that he could all but feel himself digging his own grave. “Oh, you know…when he does something cool, and you give him the face like you’re hoping that he’s gonna bust out a ‘wow, Eds, you have no idea how much I think about you at night’–”

“Bill doesn’t call me Eds,” Eddie cut in, and of all the things Richie was expecting him to say, that definitely didn’t crack the top ten.

“So what?” Richie asked, shaken and a little embarrassed. “Isn’t that more of a reason for you to fuck him?”

The thought of Bill and Eddie being…intimate together was a pervasive and terrible one. Richie felt the impact of it in his stomach, and bit down on his lip in an attempt to distract himself from whatever bullshit was going on in his midsection.

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Gross. Bill’s like my big brother.”

And just like that, like air coming out of a balloon, the monster in Richie’s chest retreated, and he could breathe again.

“Good,” he said unthinkingly. “Good.”

“Good?” Eddie quirked an eyebrow, amused.

“Uh.” Richie, for once, was at a loss for words. “Uh. Because then, my, uh, relationship with your mom…”

“Cut the crap, Richie,” Eddie said, a little half-smile on his face. He was beautiful that way, Richie thought. He was beautiful every way.

Richie realized in that moment that the monster that had been clawing its way through his chest was distinctively green-eyed.

“Have you been thinking about me at night?” Eddie continued, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Richie shook his head in abject shock. “Eddie, if you could shut the fuck up for like five seconds please, this is a lot to process–”

Eddie laughed happily and reached out to tug at Richie’s wrist. He urged him down a little closer, and placed a sweet, soft kiss just to the left of Richie’s mouth.

There was a new feeling in Richie’s chest, now - something warm and explosive.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Eddie whispered, and slid past him to join their friends in eating.

Richie followed, cataloguing the warmth pooling in his stomach to try and identify later .

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(It turned out to be joy.)

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emma-cantmakeuphermind · 4 years ago

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Jealous

Eddie Kaspbrak x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie have been dating for almost a year now, but Eddie, being the overthinking boy he is, starts to get a bit jealous when you spend sometime with another guy.

Warnings: lil bit of angst, flufff

Word Count: 891

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“Hey Eddie!” you say as you approach your boyfriend at his locker. “Oh hey Y/N.” you go to hug him and when you pull away he kisses your cheek. “So, the losers were thinking about going to quarry after school today.” Eddie says as he closes his locker. “Oh sorry Eds I can’t today.” you reply with a pout. “Oh? You got homework or something?” he asks. “Oh no, it’s just me and my friend we’re gonna hang out today.” you said being vague with the word friend as you didn’t want him to think you would cheat on him. Which you wouldn’t.

“Oh...who?” he asks slightly disappointed. You take a moment to think and just settle to tell him the truth and not lie, “I’m just gonna hang out Jonathan, along with some of my other girl friends.” you say this kindly knowing Eddie never really liked Jonathan. “Jonathan? I mean, it’s fine I jus- it’s fine, go hang them.” Eddie says slightly bitter at thought of you spending time with Jonathan. “Really Eds? You’re okay with it?” you say still not sure.

“Yeah I trust you.” he says and you pull him in for a hug. “Okay well we better get to class, I‘ll see you later Eds.” you say as you pull away from the hug “See ya Y/N/N”

~time skip to after school~

As you walk into your house to get ready for hanging out with your friends you get dressed in a simple black t-shirt tucked into some acid washed jeans, paired with black high top converse’s. You make your way to the café where you and your friends planned to meet up.

As Eddie makes his way to the quarry to meet the rest of the losers he can’t help but feel sad about you wanting to spend time with Jonathan. At first he thought he was overthinking as you would be there with other people, not just Jonathan, but he couldn’t help but feel insecure. He made his way through the woods to the quarry and already saw the losers there waiting for him.

“Hey Eds, where’s Y/N?” Beverly asked. “Oh they went to hang out with Jonathan.” he said glumly. “Wait, Y/N went to hang out with Jonathan? Alone?” said a very skeptical Stanley, who also didn’t like Jonathan all that much. Eddie stood there being silent before he answered “No, they went with other friends but, I can’t help but feel a bit- oh I don’t know. Insecure?” Eddie said as he was too embarrassed to look any of the losers in the eye.

“Ohhh! Don’t worry Eddie Spaghetti, I’ve known you Y/N practically my whole life, they love you way too much to cheat Eds.” Richie says as he try’s to reassure his friend. Beverly goes up to Eddie and grabs him by the shoulders and says “Eddie, Y/N is my bestfriend, and I know them like they’re my other half, they love you more than anything! So hang out with us for bit let Y/N hang out with her other friends and before the day is over you can go to their house and tell them how you feel. Okay Eds?” Eddie stood their in front of Beverly and said “Okay.”

The time was 5:00 pm and Eddie wanted to leave so after he left Y/Ns house he wouldn’t be biking in the dark. He said bye to the losers and they once again reassured him that everything was okay. He’s pedaled all the way to your house hoping you were home by now, and knocked on your door.

You open the door seeing Eddie there. “Oh hey Eds what’s up?” you say with a smile opening the door all the way so he can come inside. Your parents aren’t home as they’re both working late today. “I wanna talk.” Eddie says a bit nervous. You quirked your head to the side and said “Yeah sure, what about?” Eddie was nervous about talking about this, as he thought you might get angry at him for thinking you would cheat.

“I’ve just- I- I don’t like it when you hang out with Jonathan so much. It makes me feel, I dunno jealous?” he blurted out. You went eyes wide at the words that came out of him mouth but then you face relaxed into a soft reassuring expression. You never meant for Eddie to be jealous of Jonathan but now that you know he is, you feel terrible.

“Eddie, I never meant for to feel jealous, me and Jonathan are just friends, I promise, and even if Jonathan thought of me more than a friend, I would tell him I didn’t feel the same, because I have the best boyfriend in the world, and his name is Eddie Kaspbrak.” your eyes started to tear up and so did Eddie’s. Eddie hugs you tightly knowing that he shouldn’t be jealous, and knowing he has the most loyal partner out there. “I love you Eddie.” you murmured into the crook of Eddies neck. “I love you too Y/N.”

After they spent a little more time together Eddie had to go home before his face ended up on a milk carton. So he biked home, knowing he never needed to feel jealous.

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soulwillower · 5 years ago

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pink lemonade • richie tozier

some roommate richie x reader smut that i wrote really quickly agh

warnings: smut, swearing, oral (fem receiving), praise kink, kinda jealous richie, drunk friends

[the losers + reader are aged up to college!]

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"richie, are you sure you don't want to come out?" you ask with a frown. he knew you were concerned for a pretty fair reason - it was very unlike him to skip out on a night of partying and stay home. he shrugs though, nodding with a smile. "i'm fine, doll. just not in the mood. go have fun with them." he insists, nodding his head towards bev and stan who sit in your kitchen. he's trying his hardest to stop himself from sounding frustrated. "i'll be here when you come home. and if you get home late, remember to lock the doors and tell your night guest hi for me." he says before shutting the door to his bedroom. he can hear you through his door, "um, okay. i guess let's just go." you say, sounding dejected, slightly pissed off and confused. great, now he's done it. "bye rich!" richie hears bev and stan call before the front door shuts.

hours later, richie's sitting on your shared kitchen counter staring at the wall, a bowl of chips discarded and untouched to his left. it was well past one and he was kind of regretting not going out. it was the not knowing that was killing him, really - were you kissing some guy right now? grinding with him, pulling him into a stall in the bathroom?

he wasn't judging, he could never do that. but he's jealous, that's for sure.

after another few minutes, as richie's chugging his glass of pink lemonade you finally stumble through the door. he's relieved that you're safe and opens his mouth to ask about your night until he sees that you're not alone. his heart drops to his ass in disbelief and heartbreak as you giggle quietly, shushing the tall figure whose arms are around you. "stan, come on, i think richie's sleeping." you mumble, laughing as you look at the figure. stan?

richie wants to snap stan's neck. of course you'd like stan, who wouldn't? he can't believe he's going to have to listen to his best friend fuck his roommate (who he may be in love with but that is not important) all night while he wallows away by himself in misery, stuck to imagine that he was the one who was making you moan. "i'm not." richie speaks up, sliding off the counter.

you jump at his voice, turning to him with a large grin. stan looks to him, "hey, rich! c-can i stay here?" stan hiccups with a charming grin. richie's eyebrows shoot up. he looks to you. "you think this is a good idea?" he asks you and you frown with a confused shrug. "what? our place was closer. i didn't think it would be a big deal, i thought you'd be asleep." you say, making richie scowl. "yeah, sure, he can stay. whatever, i'm not the boss of you." he grumbles, finishing the last of his lemonade. with that, he walks back to his room, shutting his door but not before hearing stan mumble, "well who pissed in his cereal?"

richie can't fall asleep, not after the sugary drink he just downed, so he just sits idly in the dark until he hears footsteps and a groan from outside his door. he rolls his eyes, about to tell you to at least shut your fucking door before you and stan sleep together, for richie's ears' sake. as he pulls the door open, he sees you in sweats and a tank top, a duvet and pillow in your hands. "what are you doing?" richie asks, still sounding hostile. "can you shut your door before you and ramen hair do anything?" he asks grumpily. you frown at him, looking annoyed and not even chuckling at his nickname. "what's your fucking issue, tozier? did i do something to you?" you frown.

ignoring your questions, he asks, "y/n, are you drunk?"

you roll your eyes. "no, asshole. i only had one drink like four hours ago. i had to stay sober and take care of stan and bev, but now stan's dead asleep and there's no room in my bed, so i'm gonna take the couch." you grumble.

richie sighs, feeling guilty. he was being a jealous asshole to her all night for no reason. he needs to control himself. "you can just stay in here, y/n/n." he says with a tight-lipped smile, opening his door. you blink up at him, smiling and lifting up on your toes to peck his cheek. "thanks, rich." you say softly, walking in and sitting on his bed. "so what's on your mind, then? did i leave the milk unopened again?" you ask, worrying your lip as he shuts his door. he smiles gently at the look on your face.

he shakes his head, sitting down on the other side of the bed from you. "no, y/n/. you did nothing." he sighs, not wanting to explain himself so that you wouldn't fucking move out or something when you find out he's into you. "bullshit. you've been acting weird all night." she says, throwing him a glare with barely any heat.

"i just... i guess i've been feeling lonely lately. i didn't want to see you hook up with anyone, especially stan." he says quickly, laying back to stare at the ceiling. you're quiet for a moment but he hears you lay back as well. "okay... well why is that?" you say slowly as if trying to piece together his feelings.

"i don't know. it doesn't matter." richie grumbles, knowing his voice sounds angry. "richie, you aren't the one that should be mad." you quip to him, making him look at you. you're propped on your arms, laying on your stomach and he wishes you weren't because he can see right down the hem of your tank top. "wait...oh, my god!" you say, a disbelieving smile on your face and he knows he's been caught staring. richie quickly darts his eyes to yours. "you're lonely? ... you're just horny!" you yelp.

fuck.

richie groans, "no fucking way, you're just annoying when you flirt with our friends. it's annoying. and if i was just horny, believe i could fix that." he says, instantly regretting saying it. he's just panicking, and annoyed, and kind of turned on and he just needs to sleep so you'll forget about this whole thing.

"so you're more than just lonely, then?" you say, tilting your head. you don't seem upset, in fact you've got a slight smirk on your face. it looks sexy. richie shakes his head, "fuck off." he mutters. your eyebrows shoot up, biting your lip.

"because i'm also a little lonely." you say quietly and richie swears he imagined it. fuck, he's already turned on. "why don't you have stan take care of that?"

"i don't think he could give me what i want." you say in mock disappointment, finger reaching out to trace lines down richie's chest. he snatches your hand from his chest and pulls you closer to him, staring at your lips. you look a little shocked but you lean in closer. "and... what do you want?" he asks. you shrug, "it's always been you."

he doesn't waste any more time, pulling you into him and kissing you. you kiss back feverishly, your teeth clashing and noses bumping but richie doesn't care because all he can think about is you. his hands roam over your body, squeezing your hips, ass, then up to your breasts. you're letting out little moans that richie's dreamed of ever since you moved in together.

he pushes you on your back so he can crawl on top of you. "you taste like pink lemonade." you mumble breathlessly, your cheeks flushed with arousal.

he lets you pull off his shirt and he slips off your tank top, groaning when he sees you're not wearing a bra. his room is cold enough that your nipples perk up and he kisses your chest, his tongue flicking over one of your nipples before moving to the other. you gasp, your whole body shivering under him. richie chuckles, grinding down on you lightly, relishing in the mewl you let out. "you have no idea how long i've wanted you." you whisper, causing richie to groan. your hands slide down to palm him through his jeans and he bites back a loud groan. "please fuck me richie." you whine, eyes shut.

he chuckles, intending on making you work a little harder for it. "so needy, hm?" he hums, smiling as your beautiful face flushes red. "you want my cock?" he asks, grabbing your jaw softly. your eyes open and you whimper as he kisses you. he reaches down to slip a hand into your waistband, fingers fluttering over your underwear. "please, please," you mumble, bucking into his hand. he chuckles, slipping his hand under your underwear and swirling his fingers through your wet pussy. "so wet, all for me?" he asks, watching you as he teases your clit with his finger tip. you nod and he grins, amazed at the immediate change in confidence that you'd had minutes ago. now you're a moaning mess, desperate for him and he loves it.

"be a good girl for me and you'll get what you want, okay?" he mutters, thumb rubbing your bottom lip. you open your mouth and he slips two of his fingers in, groaning as you suck eagerly on them, your tongue swirling around. he pulls your sweats off with your help and then he pulls your underwear to the side, slipping his middle finger immediately into your warmth. he feels you clench slightly around him as you moan and he realizes that it must have been a while because you're so fucking tight.

"so good," he mutters, pumping his finger before adding another, palming himself as he grows fully hard watching your reactions. "so perfect and ready for me."

his thumb rubs your clit and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand, groaning loudly. "nope. none of that, sugar. i wanna hear how good i'm making you feel." he says, smirking as he sees your eyes roll back in pleasure. "you're being such a good girl."

you moan loudly at his words and he smirks, not surprised you've got such a thing for praise. he takes note of that and curls his fingers as he pumps into you. he feels you clenching and leans down, replaces his thumb with his lips to flick your clit with his tongue. "r-richie, i'm gonna..." you say with your hands threaded through his hair. he just pumps harder and he feels you clench around him as you cum.

he pulls away and you whimper, your chest heaving. you sit up, looking fucked out and completely beautiful, and you kiss him hard. he groans when you slip your hand into his waistband, wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping slowly. "holy shit, you're huge." you whisper, eyes wide as you pull away from his lips. richie tries to keep the cocky smirk off his face, "what, you thought i was joking all those times?" he asks, and you bite your lip, shaking your head, seemingly slightly nervous now. he kisses you and lays you back down, pulling off his sweats and boxers before sliding your underwear down your legs. you look at him as you lick your lips, waiting. he stares at you, completely naked in his bed, and thinks you look like a fucking dream. "you sure, sugar? we don't have to." he asks with his bottom lip between his teeth. you nod, "yes, richie. one hundred percent. i'm yours."

he lines up and grabs your hands as he pushes in slowly, holding himself up with one arm. you gasp as he slides all the way in and he moans at how tight you are. "god, so good for me." he says into your ear. he starts slowly, giving you time to adjust until he feels you slowly letting out little moans and moving your hips with his. he immediately picks up the pace, his hips sliding into yours as you both let out curses.

he attaches his lips to the column of your neck, sucking and biting marks onto your beautiful skin as he slams into you. your hands are still intertwined and he loves how you whimper as you clench around him.

after a few more minutes, he lets your hands go and snakes his hand to your already sensitive clit and you gasp, hands scratching down his back. "fuck, y/n, so fucking tight for me." richie groans, loving the feeling of your nails dragging down his back. "you gettin' close again, honey?" he asks, smiling as your face, as always, contorts with a blush at his pet names. "yes, yes," you mumble, kissing him fiercely. he's thrusting into you passionately, hitting you deeper with every thrust and you hold him against you, moaning. he can tell you're about to cum again and he sits up slightly, grabbing your hips and hitting you deeper, making you moan his name loudly. your lips plant themselves on his neck. after a long stroke, he knows you're going to cum and he moans as you hit your high, still thrusting as you clench through your high. "fuck, rich." you moan and he stills his hips, cumming inside you with a groan of his own.

you're breathing heavily as you grin up at richie. he meets your eyes when he pulls his head from your shoulder and he pulls out of you slowly. you gasp at the sensation, looking dazed and in disbelief as he slides your underwear back up your legs, patting your stomach. "such a good girl," he mumbles, seeing you blush at the praise. he plants a kiss at your waistband, rubbing your stomach before pulling on a pair of boxers and crawling back to you.

you look at him with a tired smile and he swears his heart soars, pulling you towards his chest. you curl into him and he can feel your legs shaking slightly. "you okay, y/n/n?" he asks softly into your hair. you nod, "yeah, yeah. you're such a fucking trashmouth, even in bed." you say, breathing heavily.

richie bites his lip, brushing your hair back as you look up at him. "i-is that okay? i wasn't too much, was i?" he asks nervously. you smile, shaking your head, "that was so fucking good." you assure him, kissing his lips again. "you're.. god, i really like you." you trail off looking nervous, as if he'd ever reject you. never in a million fucking lifetimes would he ever reject you. "i really like you too, sweetheart." he mumbles, cupping your chin with his fingers. you smile at his admission, "can we do this forever? i hate being alone." you ask shyly. richie smiles though, pulling you closer to his chest and laying his head atop yours, kissing a kiss to the crown of your head. "i'll be yours for as long as you'll have me, sugar." he mumbles, feeling the pull of post-orgasm bliss lull him into a tired state. "g'night, rich." you say sleepily, nuzzling into his chest. he feels warm everywhere. "goodnight, y/n/n."

the next morning richie wakes up to an empty bed, but something tells him you haven't ditched him. he knew you better than that, so he brushes his teeth and walks out into the main area to find you and stan in the kitchen eating eggs and fruit. "there's some left for you." you say, giving him a sweet smile which he immediately returns. you've got a string of hickeys hiding under the collar of what he notices to be his own sweater. richie pads over to get himself some breakfast, sitting next to stan and rubbing his shoulder. stan gives him a smile and it's blissfully quiet for a few moments.

"so, did you guys have sex?" stan asks bluntly, making you choke on your coffee. richie snorts, eyeing stan as he looks at him quizzically. "yes." richie says with a grin, yelping as you smack him with a towel from across the table. "nice," stan responds, high giving richie. "proud of you, man." stan says, yawning into his eggs. you roll your eyes, looking up at richie as he blows you a kiss with a wink.

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anotherfanficblog · 5 years ago

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What Is This Feeling So Sudden And New?: Chapter 1

Pairing: Richie x Eddie

Description: Based on the Shakespeare play 'Much Ado About Nothing' When Bill Denbrough and Stanley Uris decide to room together for their last year of college the two couldn't be more excited except that now their old roommates and infamous rivals Eddie and Richie are forced to room together. When Eddie and Richie's fighting may be cause for a potential eviction Stan and Bill come up with a plan to get Richie and Eddie closer. While this is happening Bill's ex-flame, Henry Bowers is looking for a way to get rid of Stan and win Bill's love back.

Word Count: 1294

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of the devil's tango

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There are some things that people just know like how you can never eat just one Pringle and that horizontal and vertical stripes absolutely do not go together. One thing the people of Derry knew all too well was that Richie and Eddie despised each other. No one was too sure how it started but they knew it was never going to end. They always seemed to be at war with each other throughout school and at college, this only seemed to worsen (you should’ve seen what went down when they found out that they were both going to NYU). Both entering their final year of college they were both thrilled by the fact the prospects that they would probably never see each other again.

“Whoop finally one more year and then I’m outta here,” Richie said entering his dorm room and seeing his best friend and roommate Stan. Ah yes there was another reason Eddie and Richie saw each other way more than either party would prefer, Richie’s best friend and roommate Stan was dating Eddie’s best friend and roommate Bill which irritated both of them to no end.

“How’s it feel to be back with your best buddy Richie?” he asked Stan to which Stan rolled his eyes.

“We literally saw each other almost every day over the summer break”

“Yeah but now we get to live together again- hey Stan where’s your stuff?” Richie asked noticing that Stan’s stuff was missing. Stan coughed awkwardly knowing that what he was about to tell Richie would go down like a lead balloon.

“So here’s the thing me and Bill want to move in together after college but we got to talking and before we dive in headfirst and get an apartment together we want to make sure it works so we’ve decided to spend senior year rooming together,” Stan said unable to make eye contact.

“Okay… that makes sense I guess. So who am I gonna room with?” Richie asked and Stan gulped.

“Well…”

……………………………….

“I can’t believe we’re only gonna be roommates for one last year,” Eddie said to Bill sadly.

“Well, actually Eddie this year I’m actually going to be rooming with Stan. You know to get us prepared for life after college” Bill said looking down at the floor.

“Oh” Eddie said sadly “well I’m happy for you Bill at least one of us has their life at least somewhat sorted. So who’s going to be my new roomie?”

Bill stayed silent for a moment before responding “listen, Eddie, please don’t overreact…”

Eddie looked at Bill’s face and just knew who his new roommate was going to be. “You haven’t, you wouldn’t….” Eddie breathed.

“Look Eddie it’s just for one year. Surely you can put aside your differences for one year” Bill pleaded.

“The one-man Bill, the one man in the world you know I hate-” Eddie said angrily.

“Hate’s an awfully strong word…”

“Oh alright then despise, abhor, loathe shall I go on?” Eddie said crossing his arms.

“Well, Eddie he’s moving in here whether you like it or not so could you please try not to be an utter dickhead for once,” Bill said firmly.

“Couldn’t we just buy a nice new desk or something?” Eddie tried to plea. Bill shook his head. “Oh alright, fine I’ll think about it.” Eddie gave in, not being able to deal with Bill’s stares anymore.

“Thanks, Eddie but I’m afraid he’s moving in any hour now so…”

“I swear to God Bill you better name your first child after me!”

……………………………

Hours passed with Eddie nervously tapping his foot on the floor which made Bill more nervous. Suddenly the door opened and in walked Stan and Richie with Richie mid-way through telling Stan a story. “And then I swear to God Stan in walks Chris Evans! I mean can you believe-”

“I’m amazed you’re still talking Richie, no one’s listening to you,” Eddie said standing up.

“Eddie you’re here,” Richie said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah this is my dorm dipshit,” Eddie said crossing his arms.

“Tut tut tut” Richie said “our dorm.”

Eddie took a deep breath trying to calm himself as to not kill the man in front of him. “I like this by the way,” Eddie said gesturing to Richie’s Hawaiian shirt which he was wearing “not many men can pull off the divorced dad look.”

“Alright you two now is not the time,” Bill said interjecting. Just as Richie went to retaliate there was another knock at the door.

“Come in,” Bill said. In walked Henry Bowers, this made Stan stand up straighter. It was another well-documented fact that Henry was in fact enamoured with Bill which Stan wasn’t particularly pleased about. He wasn’t an idiot despite Bill instance that they were just friends he saw the way Bowers looked at Bill and he knew that look far too well because it was the same way he looked at Bill.

“Sorry am I interrupting?” Henry asked.

“No,” Bill said.

“Yes” Stan said at the exact same.

“Sorry I’ll come back later,” Henry said going to close the door.

“No, Henry its fine” Bill said glaring at his obviously jealous boyfriend “what did you want?’

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch Bill,” Henry asked. Stan opened his mouth to object but Bill got in first.

“Yes actually that would lovely” Bill said before turning back to Richie, Stan and Eddie “you lot better have worked this out by the time I get back. Bye love.” Bill pecked Stan on the cheek causing Bowers to roll his eyes at the display of affection. Bill then left closing the door behind him.

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Bill and Henry walked side by side through one of the many parks in New York, Bill had always loved the scenery New York had to offer. “So the boys and I are throwing a party for all the seniors at mine this weekend to kind of welcome everyone back and I was hoping you’d come,” Henry said.

“Oh, of course, that sounds great” Bill smiled.

“Great, just so you know it’s a costume party.”

“Didn’t realise it was Halloween already” Bill teased.

“Didn’t realise I needed a reason to throw a costume party” Henry retorted.

“Touché” Bill replied. An awkward silence befell the pair and there was something on Bill’s mind which he had to talk to Henry about.

“Henry,” Bill said stopping to turn and face him “it’s got to stop.”

“What has?” Henry asked feigning innocence.

“The letters, the phone calls, the flowers…” Bill said trailing off.

“I can buy someone flowers can’t I?” Henry tried.

“Not anymore, no. I’m very grateful but I’m with Stan and I love him so much-” Bill was cut off by Henry.

“But I’ve never felt like this about anyone. Bill…”

“I’ve seen you outside my dorm Henry in the middle of the night, it’s not fair, I don’t like it, it scares me-” Bill was once again cut off by Henry.

“I’m sorry” Henry apologised.

“You can’t force someone to love you, Henry,” Bill said.

“You can’t force someone not to either” Henry replied.

“But you will find somebody else,” Bill said grabbing Henry’s hands “I know you will you’re a great guy.”

“Am I?” Henry asked with disbelief.

“Of course you are.”

Henry paused “and that night we spent together… it wasn’t because you felt sorry for me was it?’

Bill gulped before smiling again. “Of course not. You’re just lonely that’s all. You’ll find someone else like I found Stan and you’ll fall in love again and then we can go back to being good friends.”

Henry said nothing and just nodded his head and Bill pulled him into a tight hug.

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#reddie fic #reddie fanfiction #reddie #richie tozier #richie x eddie #eddie kaspbrak

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bi-bi-richie · 5 years ago

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A Little Deadlight Never Killed Anyone ( 1 / 3 )

Richie is about to leave Derry, he's about to leave for the last time and move on. He's about to leave Eddie. But, first, he's got to carve something back into the kissing bridge he left in 1989. Little does he know that a short trip to find closure will give him everything he's ever wanted and more.

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“Call me when you get to the airport, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Richie nods, but he doesn’t take in what he’s really saying. He just does anything to make whoever is touching him go away. Does anything to be alone. The hand leaves his shoulder and Richie knows that it’s his queue to leave. He clutches the sling of his duffle bag and starts walking towards the door. If he was thinking clearly, he would’ve said goodbye or even hugged someone, but Richie doesn’t think he’ll be thinking clearly for a very, very long time.

Besides, he’s got somewhere to be now.

It was a warm day in Derry, most days in Derry were but this day just felt lighter. Like the air has cleared and people living there could finally breathe. Kids were rushing outside to play in their front yards and, for once, nobody felt afraid to lose them. Years from now, people would look back on it and think of it as the most peaceful summer they ever had despite the children who went missing right as it started. It was strange, but the missing children would soon be forgotten, just as they always were in Derry. Guess you can’t take the town’s nature away just as easily as you can take out the monster haunting it.

Nice days still had to end at some point, though, and that’s why Richie Tozier was slowly zipping up his black duffle bag and giving the room he had stayed in one final look before he shut the door. There was no happiness in Richie’s eyes, he was the polar opposite of the entire town but not all that different from the families who lost their children. Richie didn’t lose a kid, but he lost the love of his life. In his own crowded and complicated mind, Richie thought to himself, yeah, that’ll do shit to you.

Richie slowly padded down the stairs and looked down to see the faces of four of his friends. They all smiled at him, sympathy smiles no doubt, but smiles. Richie tried to smile back, but he couldn’t find it in him to do anything beyond the slow walking he was doing. How he was going to actually drive a car to the airport was beyond him. He wanted to smile back, he really did, but all he could think about was the two faces that should’ve been there and weren’t there. The two faces he lost despite not even remembering them for twenty-seven years.

“Will you be okay?” Someone asks, Richie doesn’t look up to see but the softness of the voice makes him think it was Beverly. Beverly. The girl who gets to go with her love, hand in hand with Ben and about to kiss Derry goodbye for the last time. The girl that Richie was beyond bitter and jealous of no matter how hard he tried not to be. He knows he should feel happy for her, and, truth be told, he really does, but he can’t shake the thought of why can’t that be me? From his head.

Richie shrugs and doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes and, lucky for him, everyone decides to stop trying to meet his. When Richie finally steps off the stairs, he feels a hand rest on his shoulder then another voice. Mike’s voice? Maybe Bill’s.

“Call me when you get to the airport, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

Besides, he’s got somewhere to be now.

…

His carving was faded now, it was still readable but it was faded, but Richie could never forget where it was. He pulled his car over and took a deep breath before grabbing the swiss army knife he kept in the glove compartment. He padded over to the spot on the bridge slowly but with more enthusiasm than he did in front of the losers. He saw the carving immediately and smiled softly to himself, the memory of how he felt when he carved it, but his smile fell when he realized that Eddie would never get to see it.

Richie started carving it back in then, hoping that in some way, Eddie could see what he made. What he put there for him. Something that could never leave this world, unless, god forbid, someone would take down the bridge. But seeing as the bridge still works as well as it does the day it was built, and the laziness of Derry, something tells Richie it’ll be there for a very long time.

Richie felt tears welling up in his eyes as he finished carving the E in Eddie’s name and pulled back to look at what he had done. He almost sobbed, but he didn’t know who was around. With shaky hands, he pulled two fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss against them, then he pressed those two fingers against Eddie’s initial. How he was going to get along? He wasn’t sure now.

He started to back up then, getting ready to start accepting that this was his life now. He had lost the love of his life, where does someone even go after that? How does someone recover? What does that entail? How does he even start? He was asking so many questions in his head, and they were all so loud, he almost missed the cry from the water below the bridge.

“Guys!?” The voice cried. But not just a voice, a familiar voice. One that made Richie’s heart twist and his stomach drop.

“Richie! Bill! Beverly! Mike! Ben- someone! Somebody, please answer me!”

Richie looked down then and saw a sewer covered arm emerge from the bushes, it made Richie jump but he didn’t run like he would if it was the clown. Oh god, please don’t let it be the clown.

Then a whole body appeared. A man covered in sewer shit and bruises with a patch on his right cheek came out of the bushes. He was scared, frantically searching for any signs of something familiar because he was so obviously lost. He didn’t meet Richie’s eyes yet, but it didn’t take a genius to know what was going on.

It was Eddie.

Richie didn’t give it a second thought, he quickly jumped the fence (and somehow ignored the ache in his whole body after going up against an “eater of worlds”) and recklessly tumbled down the rocky hill.

“Eddie!” He cried out, loud enough to make the boy finally turn his head. Eddie’s face was filled with hope when he heard the voice then flooded with relief. He started running, well, run-limping, towards Richie with his arms stretched out. He might’ve been tearing up, but Richie wouldn’t know because his vision was already clouded by his own tears.

“Richie!” Finally, the two collided into each other’s arms. The hug was desperate, Eddie immediately threw his head into Richie’s shoulder, and even though Richie sort of wanted to do that too, he didn’t mind. He must’ve gone through hell. But, come to think of it, how the fuck was he here?

“Y-You died,” Richie choked out, he really underestimated how fucked his voice would be. “Eddie you died! How’re you here?”

Eddie pulled his head off of Richie’s shoulder and frantically shook his head, he was heaving for air but surprisingly maintaining it in a way that he hasn’t in years. For a short moment, Richie felt fear strike his heart at the idea of Eddie not being Eddie. For a short moment, he thought that maybe this could be the clown. But they killed the clown and Eddie was looking up at him with doe eyes that Richie just knew Pennywise couldn’t manage. It was Eddie. It had to be Eddie.

“The- The deadlights, Richie… I was caught in the deadlights.”

…

They were sitting in Richie’s still parked car on the side of the road. Eddie had thrown on one of Richie’s shirts, in any other situation, he would’ve swooned at the sight of it. Well, okay, he still is right now. Richie knew he had to get Eddie somewhere to clean up, hell, Richie still needed to call the losers but right now he wanted to know everything about what happened and how the fuck he missed his best friend running off and getting trapped for the entirety of the fight.

“Okay, explain it to me.”

Eddie shifted uncomfortably and sighed. “After the three doors, when you and I were standing there watching that fucking clown, I saw something behind us. I turned to see it but then everything went… went wrong. Everything around me was black, I couldn’t see you, or the losers, or the clown. I thought I was screaming, but I guess something else was happening. Eventually, I hit a wall or something, when I looked up I saw them. Three lights… Shit, Richie, I was so scared. It was so fucking bright I could barely see anything at all.”

Richie didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he sharply took one in. Logically, he knew this had to have a happy ending, Eddie was sitting right next to him and he wasn’t dead so something was about to go right, it still hurt to hear though.

“Then I saw him,” Eddie’s face shakily turned into a bright smile that melted Richie’s heart. “I saw Stanley.”

…

“Hi, Mike?” Richie spoke into his phone, “yeah it’s Richie. Yes, I’m feeling better, no, I’m not out of Derry.”

Eddie smiled from beside Richie, it was a shy smile, a quick glance then he’d look away but always turn back to do it again. A smart person would notice that he’s admiring him, not in a brotherly way, no that’s not right at all. He’s admiring him, he’s gazing at him, he’s lo-

“Yes, we’ll meet up at the quarry, I’ll tell you what’s up when we get there. Okay, bye.”

Richie pressed the end call button on his phone, then he turned to Eddie and smiled at him, “he likes to talk huh?”

Eddie laughed and nodded. They fell into a short silence then, a comfortable one but they knew that both of them still had questions. Still had things left unsaid. Eddie turned his head to look back out the window to look at the bridge and all the carvings on it. He read as many as he could see, then he noticed the sunlight bouncing off the blade of a knife that laid in the grass. Eddie wondered if anyone else was there, if anyone else saw Richie climb over the fence or saw them hugging. Then he saw it.

“Richie…?” Eddie said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“What’s up, Eds?” Richie responded, he looked up from his phone, probably reading text messages from his manager. He was doing that, actually. His manager had actually left a few bat-shit crazy messages demanding to know “what the fuck is going on” with Richie. Richie didn’t respond to any, he didn’t really want to talk to anyone besides Eddie. And, ever since Eddie’s comment about knowing that Richie didn’t write his own material, he hasn’t really been in the mood to be talking to the people who come up with his fake humor.

“Why were you here?”

Richie gasps at that, truth be told, he completely forgot he came here to redo the carvings. Though, seeing the man you love who you also saw die walking around is bound to make you forget a few things.

“There’s no roads out of Derry around here and you were leaving, weren’t you?”

Richie felt his throat go dry, “it’s just… It’s nothing Eds, I swears it.”

Eddie narrowed his eyes, “so that knife on the floor doesn’t belong to you?”

Richie looked over Eddie’s shoulder and cursed himself, of course he forgot the evidence. Then his heart sank as he realized that Eddie couldn’t have missed what was written above it. He had to of seen it, it was obvious and fresh in the wood. He looked back to Eddie with panicked eyes and immediately started thinking of the thousand different ways he could apologize or play this off.

“I’m gay.” He said instead.

Eddie raised his eyebrows in shock, like that was not at all what he was expecting his friend to say. Richie’s eyes went wider (if that was possible), “okay well- no I’m bi- wait no- shit. Okay, listen-”

He took a deep breath and shut his eyes, you’ve got this Tozier, just breathe. Then he opened his eyes and saw Eddie’s hopeful, yet confused ones.

“ImbiandIvelovedyousincewewerekidsbutIcouldntsayanythingandImstillintheclosetandIreallydidntthinkyoudseethisbecauseyouresupposedtobedeadbutnowyouveseenitsofuck.”

Eddie blinked, then he blinked again, and again. Well, what else could Richie expect considering he basically just vomited his feelings all over the place in the most incoherent way possible.

“You’re bisexual.”

Richie nods.

“You’re not out of the closet.”

Richie nods.

“You love me.”

Richie pauses, then he nods.

Eddie doesn’t react for a second, then his face splits into the widest smile Richie swears he’s ever seen. Before Richie can even react, Eddie’s throwing his arms around his neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss. Richie is so shocked he almost doesn’t react, but he’s not going to let this moment slip through his fingers, never ever again. He kisses Eddie back and it feels like magic, better than magic, it just feels perfect.

Eddie pulls away and smiles at Richie, “I love you too.”

Richie lets out a breathless giggle and goes in for another kiss and, of course, Eddie wouldn’t dream of stopping him. When they pull away, Eddie rests his forehead against Richie’s and they just breathe. It’s all Richie could’ve ever wanted. Then Eddie breaks the silence.

“I love you so much,” he whispers, “but I’m actually filthy, can we go somewhere with a shower now?”

Richie barks out a laugh and nods his head. It’s okay that they don’t get to kiss for much longer, there’s time for that later because nobody (and he really means nobody) will ever take Eddie away again.

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter 2 spoilers #my writing

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gaspbrat · 5 years ago

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Senior Year Hues

not blues

au where IT is just a normal travelling clown.

Georgie is alive and well.

As is the prom haze.

warnings: angery jealous eds, swearing

ENJOy, I don’t know why I never posted this. Undoubtedly was part of an entire series.

wc: 3500+

Gretchen Tozier was a beloved and respected 1968 partially black Barracuda “carefully” handed down through the family. Gifted to Richie’s uncle in ‘71, pawned off on Richie’s dad following his uncle’s first DUI and the damage that came with it in January of '72.

Two matte grey mismatched panels on the driver side door and the front bumper were added, hoped to be finished by '73 so Richie’s older sister could joyride through her senior year, seven years later. Thanksgiving that same year, though, dear Uncle Andy rolled through Derry again. He borrowed the car for about twenty-six minutes before overturning it on an embankment near Neibolt. Gretchen was towed, fixed and released back to his father a few months later. His uncle spent the night in the drunk tank, receiving his second and final DUI. Andy hasn’t returned to Derry or their lives since.

To his sister’s distaste, she would not be able to take it a few hundred miles down the coast to college with her like she had hoped. His parents told her she needed to buy her own, especially with her living on campus. She does, a beat up ‘88 Mitsubishi with peeling forest green paint and a bumper that didn’t match.

Richie, upon turning 15, bought her off of his dad for fifty dollars and a pay stub in '91. She has been appreciated properly for the next three wonderful years. Only the finest of company near Ol’ Gretchie.

Eddie definitely hated the ridiculous, loud, obnoxious piece of junk. He definitely didn’t end up falling for that piece of junk just like he did with its driver. Out of the question.

He didn’t get excited when he heard the rhythmic drumming of the old engine approaching his street from a block away.

He most certainly did not love the homey fabric of the seats with endless rips in them or the faint lingering smell of the little trees Richie puts up to mask the ghost of cigarettes past. (Eddie is almost certain they aren’t Richie’s, but if they were he knew Richie would never admit it.)

Eddie did not love that car. Whatsoever. But he did find a place in his heart for all the memories made with it. With him.

So when Richie told him he had to take it to the dump, Eddie nearly lost it.

“What do you mean you’re trashing it, I thought you loved that thing?!”

“Eds, why are you getting so upset, I thought you hated it?”

“I do (not), but… it’s sad seeing you just get rid of it like that.”

“You’re gonna miss ol’ Gretchie aren’t you, spaghetti?”

Richie knew his car didn’t actually need to be trashed entirely it just needed a few major repairs that he knew he would never be able to afford. At least not soon; not for another three months until he could save enough. And if Eddie found out he’d dump his savings into that thing no question. His little hypochondriac was far too good to him. Even if he wasn’t his yet.

Eddie always was ready to help Richie any way he could, he knew that wholeheartedly, but his stupid damn pride would not allow it.

Richie took up working overtime on the weekends just so he could get back to driving his little Eddie bear around Derry as soon as possible.

Gretchen was a staple in the Tozier’s Promposals. She accompanied his parents to their prom. He was not about to break this tradition just because of his bank account. Eddie deserved the best carriage for his first prom. He was going to have to swallow his pride and buckle in for the most agonizing waiting game of his life, so far.

“Hey, Richie,” Eddie called over to his friend, remembering an invitation he was to extend, snapping Richie from his brooding, “Bill’s having a sleepover tonight, did you want to go? He said you can pick the movie.”

Eddie’s smile was so genuine and hopeful the he almost said yes just so he could keep that smile right where it belonged always but he remembered he had to close tonight and work the mid shift tomorrow. And Bill never let him pick the movies, ever.

“Wish I could but I work tonight. Sorry, buddy.” he patted Eddie’s shoulder and gave him a weak smile.

“You’ll get along without me though, won’t you, Eds?”

“I guess… yea.”

Richie immediately wanted to take it back just to see that smile. Just to see those damn dimples.

He seemed to have gotten his wish when he noticed those big brown eyes light up.

“What about tomorrow? We could go see that movie you wanted to see?”

Again, almost horrendously, Eddie looked so hopeful to be spending time with him that Richie’s frozen heart thawed, just slightly.

“My old man wants me to help him get my sister’s junk out of the house and down to her dorm this weekend, shit, I’m really sorry Eds.”

Richie really really hoped Eddie would leave at that but of course not. He really wanted trashmouth to suffer even if he didn’t know he was suffering.

“..I could help?”

Eddie knew he just grasping at straws here but he really missed being annoyed by this dumb stupid asshole every day even though he would never tell him that.

“Eds, I’d love for you to,” the smaller boy’s eyes twinkled, “but there probably wouldn’t be enough room?”

He knew he didn’t sound convincing. Not at all. He just didn’t want to think about it anymore. He wanted to just get work done so he could get paid and then never ever ever have to see this look on Eddie’s face again.

“Oh. Yea, you-you’re probably right, um, sorry I asked. Maybe next week, I guess.” Eddie decided it was best to just give him his space at that point, turning away from him, trying to end the conversation.

“Eds, wait-”

“Stop fucking calling me Eds.”

Richie didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the weekend after he dropped him off at Bill’s that night. Partially from working almost the entire weekend, partially because Eddie had avoided him as much as he could.

Somehow Eddie managed to steer clear of anything remotely related to Richie that next Tuesday.

The taller boy caught a couple glimpses of him the previous school day but he would disappear before anything could be said between them.

Richie sauntered over to the rest of the losers at lunch to find Eddie absent like the day before.

“Hey, where’s Spaghedward?”

“We thought you would know, didn’t you guys just have chem?” Ben answered from beside Stan.

“Yea but he darted off somewhere in a hurry. I thought he’d be here.” Richie turned around hoping to spot Eddie coming from the bathroom or something.

“He seemed kind of upset when I talked to him earlier, what’s going on?” Beverly interjected after swallowing her first spoon of peach yogurt.

Stan ate in silence while the others discussed what could be wrong. He eyed Richie with what others would call just blatant disgust but hid it behind his thermos of chicken noodle soup.

“Yo, Stan, what do you think?” Richie finally asked him directly. He knew something.

“I think you should talk to him.” Ben responded before realizing he wasn’t the one with the answer Richie wanted.

“I second that. Talk to him.” Mike said around his turkey and cheddar sandwich.

Beverly and Bill simply nodded as they picked through their lunches.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Stan very quietly said, focusing pointedly on his sandwich.

“Why not?” Richie started to get impatient. Stan knew something he didn’t and it was clearly upsetting enough that Stan couldn’t hide his distaste. More than usual.

“He clearly just wants some space, I think you should respect that, okay?”

Stan started to raise his voice slightly and that immediately made Richie eight times more concerned knowing that Stan, of all people, was trying to keep Eddie away from him. Stan quickly picked up his tray and dumped it into the trash before heading down one of the halls.

Richie gave Beverly a kick under the table.

She initially was annoyed but softened when she saw the beat up Docs that had kicked her, nodding without a word. She kicked back twice, the second kick stronger than the first.

“Ow,”

“What, Richie?” Bill raised his head.

“Nothing just kicking myself.”

Lunch proceeded in near silence. Richie was silent for once while the others gossiped about their classes. He was debating the decision to ditch his last period to be early for work. Craig would appreciate him showing up and relieving him early, anyway.

The others returned to their classes and the day sailed by. After school most of them, save for Richie and Mike, met up by the racks to see each other off. Beverly and Ben made a plan to head to the library to cram for their English final tomorrow morning. Bill was planning on tagging along but decided to spend some time with Georgie instead.

Stan knew he didn’t want Ben to third wheel, even though it was evident Bill would be the outlier.

“Bye guys, see you Monday!” Eddie called to the other three losers as he and Stan got on their bikes to head home.

“Oh, hey can we stop by the store really quick? I need to pick up some more of the Nutty Buddies for my mom.”

“Sure.” Eddie didn’t think twice about the grocery run given Mrs. Uris had an acute craving for peanut butter after four.

He was unaware, however, that Stan had set a plan in motion.

Just so happens that the general store was directly across the street from the arcade. Eddie immediately got excited and thought to tell Stan they should go say hi to Richie. Then he remembered Richie telling him he had to help his sister today and brushed it off.

The two went inside to pick up the Nutty Buddies. Stan bought a kit-kat and a bag of chips for him to eat after dinner later.

“I don’t know how you can eat all that junk Stan, how do you sleep at night with your teeth just-,” Eddie stopped nagging momentarily as something outside of the store caught his attention. A dark green, vaguely familiar, car pulled up outside the arcade.

He saw Richie pop out and walk into the arcade with a can of Shasta cola in his hand and a snickers hanging from his mouth, leaving who Eddie assumed was his sister to drive off.

Weird. Thought she would still be in New York right about now.

“Eddie whats going on? You stopped yelling at me.”

“Shut up Stan, look!”

Eddie pointed out the window towards a car he noticed was parked every other season in the driveway.

“Wait, I thought you said he was helping his sister.” Stan inquires further, knowing far better.

“He said he was.” Eddie was immediately disappointed for a reason he wasn’t sure of yet.

Their investigation was put on hold while the clerk rang up their items. She tried starting small talk but Stan just replied curtly with, “Not interested, thank you” while waving a twenty in her general direction.

Eddie supplied a ‘thanks’ to Stan for buying the goods without once looking away from the arcade, observing a cloud of teenage girls huddled in a corner. Their ring leader was approaching the glass and Eddie started to feel dread at the pit of his stomach. He nudged Stan and then started bagging erratically.

They gathered the items and bolted out the door, trying to make sure they could see Richie through the glass without him seeing them.

“Wait, who’s that girl?” Eddie said after a long period of silence.

“Looks like Melissa Cromwell. She’s pretty hot du-.” Stan passed on the general rumor he heard relentlessly from around town. They made him sick but she was definitely well recognized by most boys.

“Shut up, Stan, who asked you?” Eddie whipped out, hoping his words stung like the sting he felt in his chest at this moment.

“You.. did-”

“What the fuck is she doing?”

“Is that a trick question?”

He scoffed but let Eddie’s rambling continue, however, because he had a feeling that Eddie cared a lot more than it already seemed he did. He hasn’t said anything to Stan like ‘Hey I’m bangin’ Richie now, deal with it’ but they’ve been spending a lot of time in each other’s company as of late.

He also knew exactly what a little jealous sap Kaspbrak was like so he didn’t intervene; didn’t mean he couldn’t feed the flame just a bit. Richie was being dismissive and kind of a dick lately, not that that’s anything new. Stan just didn’t want to see his friend tossed over a cliff over this dirt bag.

“Oh my God he’s making her laugh? Look- look at that!”

“I mean, yea? They have Lit together.” Stan announced with his all-knowing bird brain. He saw all and only repeated what he wanted to.

“Why do you care about what Richie fuckin’ Tozier does with his wa-”

Eddie turned to Stan and gave him the look.

Stan shut his mouth tight.

“He lied to me Stanley and know he’s chatting up that hot chick.”

He would never say it to Eddie’s face, (Richie’s face is another story) but Stanley didn’t truly understand what Eddie saw in that asshole. Richie was a dick about three-hundred percent of the time. A dick to Eddie three-hundred percent of the time. He was also for some reason intensely obsessed with his mom.

Stan decided it was best to just let that ship sink on its own eventually when the captain abandoned it. However, if he saw a time bomb ticking down the hull of that ship, he would hop on that lifeboat without a single word and paddle away, letting the pieces fall behind him.

But he couldn’t do that to Eddie.

Right?

The pair noticed the girls all call his name as they exited through the glass doors, cackling with their mob mentality. Stan found them repulsive but knew most guys saw the other qualities.

“Eh, Richie makes a lot of girls laugh sometimes. I guess they think he’s funny?” Stan attempted to level out some of the doubt surrounding his friend.

Much to Eddie’s dismay, Richie started to head back outside of the arcade.

He let out a panicked ‘oh fuck’ before darting off into the alley and biking through it, he didn’t care where he went he just wanted to get far from there.

Stan was struggling with the bag and his kickstand and failed to notice the quick departure of his friend.

He started off a moment later but hesitated when he saw Richie following Melissa further down the street holding a pair of sunglasses and a sharpie in his hands.

Bright neon lights blinked in the arcade window with a welcoming glow. It felt like home to Richie. Except he worked there and wasn’t allowed to play (unless it was empty because it was so slooow after eight).

He got out of his sister’s car with a quick ‘thanks, sis’ before closing the door and heading into work. He wondered what bullshit he’d have to put up with today as he munched down on his snickers.

Richie immediately noticed Melissa and her biters at Pacman not far from the counter. He knew all too well that it yielded almost no tickets at all.

“What’s up, Craig?” he called from around his almost-gone snickers.

The mid-twenties blonde looked up from his comic to acknowledge the brunette boy before him with his hand outstretched in a fist. They bumped fists before Richie set down his shasta on the glass prize display case so he could vault the counter. He landed with a huff loud enough to peak the interest of one of the vapid cheerleaders. It wasn’t hard, none of them were at all focused on collecting dots.

“Those girls came in about a half hour ago. One of them was asking about you.” Craig was telling Richie offhandedly while the younger brunette took off his leather jacket to replace it with his work shirt.

“They’re annoying please, just, like, give them your number and be done with it, totes,” Craig started to bust out laughing while he took off his work shirt and headed into the back of the store.

Richie bent down to put his keys and jacket under the register, pausing when he heard a light giggle from above him.

Fuck.

He slowly got up to face whoever was waiting on the other side of the counter.

“Heey, Richie.” Melissa was leaning on her hand with her elbow propped up on the glass of the counter.

Richie took small a step back from the register.

“Hi, Melissa.”

“I, um, wanted to exchange these tickets for something.” she reached into her back pocket and brought out a pitiful stack of tickets.

Absolutely pathetic.

“Okay.” Richie took them and put them into the ticketing counting machine next to him.

“You have twenty-seven.” He said back plainly.

“Ooh, jackpot.” she said slyly smiling as she bit on the end of her sunglasses.

“You can get a finger puppet, a pocket alien” He began listing the lowest tier of redemption.

“A pair of dice,”

“Or jelly bracelets.” The short list came to an end, his attention being returned to the glinting eyes across the counter. He took note of how flattering this direct light would be on anEone else. He pushed it back and awaited her decision.

“Can I get that one?” she pointed to a particularly adorable bear toy.

“Oooh, no sorry. You don’t have enough tickets. How sad.” he clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side.

“How many more do I need?” She asked with a horrible attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“One.”

“Let me check,” she dug into her back pocket, bouncing from foot to foot.

“Ah-hah!” Melissa pulled out a single ticket, setting it on the counter and sliding it across to him.

“Lucky you.” he said so sarcastically he almost sounded believable.

Richie turned the ticket over before putting it into the machine revealing red numbers and a call me in sloppy cursive loops with,his favorite, a little winky face. He paused, collected his nerves before presenting her with a coy smile.

“I’m sorry, this ticket has been tampered with. I can’t accept this.” he slid it back, grinning.

“Fine. Then I’ll take the,” she leaned much farther than necessary over the counter to point to a tiny alien on a key chain.

“Weird ass alien thing.”

“All yours.”

“Thank you.”

She winked at him before returning to her gang of much too giddy single sheeple friends.

He couldn’t wait to tell Eddie all about this petty ordeal but then he remembered he probably wouldn’t see his best friend until tomorrow at lunch if Eddie showed. Maybe he’d sneak out tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Melissa and company head towards the exit.

“Bye Richie.” they all called in shrill unison as they left the arcade, giggling manically to each other. Melissa dangled her alien keychain from hier pinkie as she turned away.

Fuck he hated his job.

He crossed his arms on the glass that he would need to clean anyway and rested his head on top of them. His nose bumped something on the counter causing him to jolt up.

Fuck.

Richie picked the glasses up off the counter before vaulting it again. He walked with some urgency through the glass door after Melissa.

Lucky for him she was lagging behind her friends while they undoubtedly chattered among themselves about how perfect him and Mel would be together. How great they would look together at prom, most likely.

“Melissa!”

Eddie’s bike was thrown into the dirt far from the arcade while he sat down on a rock and used his inhaler. He hasn’t biked that fast since they had to chase Bill to that stupid fucking house on neibolt. That house that he broke his arm in. The house that the clown tried to eat him and all of his friends in.

That goddamn house where Richie set his broken arm after relentlessly trying to keep his focus on that motherfucking shit clown.

He coached his breathing back down to mildly panicked just before he saw Stan biking rapidly towards him. He seemed shocked.

He immediately worried if Richie had seen his buddy Stan and stopped him.

“Hey Stan, what’cha got there, lube for you dad?”

“No it’s Eddie’s snacks, he bolted like a bitch when you came out.”

“Oh damn, well, I got Melissa’s digits and I would have wanted to tell him that his mom’s gonna have to wait unt-”

“Eddie!”

Stan shook his shoulder lightly.

“Wait, when did you get here?”

“Like a minute ago while you were lost in thought, dude.”

“Shit. Damn.”

“You okay?” his only sanity broke off at Stan’s useless question.

“No, Stanley, Im not o’ fuckin’ kay.”

Thanks for readin’! Much love

#reddie #it 2017 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #2 years old #lol i suck #pt 1 #gaspbrat #reddie fics #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #slowest of burns #syhnb #fics

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agentkgent · 5 years ago

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Song Insp. 1 - “Undrunk”

Inspired by “Undrunk” by FLETCHER; Eddie and Richie are in their freshman years at separate colleges, and broken up since high school (Richie didn’t think long distance would work); Anyway, Eddie sees Richie post photos with a cute boy and he gets drunk and he gets voicemail-happy. Enjoy. (Mild sexual content, some profanity, underage drinking, mention of throwing up, but overall pretty tame; Oh, also Pennywise never existed ok thanx)

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[“Richie Tozier, mothafuckers!” You have. 19. New Voicemails.]

Voicemail 1 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:20 A.M. “Fuck-“ *low thud*

Voicemail 2 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:33 A.M. “Hi fuckface. It’s Eddie Spaghetti ... I fuckin hated that nickname, so it’s PRETTY WEIRD to call myself that, right? ... Like, do you call yourself ‘Trashmouth’? ... *a loud fake “HA!”* ... You probably do, nothing ever fuckin bothers you-”

Voicemail 3 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:43 A.M. “-don’t know why I’m even messing, but I just wanted you to know that this ‘cute little wimpy boy’ as you used to call me is drunk as FUCK right now in a bar full of hot dudes who are all touching me and buying me jello shots and shit-”

Voicemail 4 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:45 A.M. *shuffling noises* “-eriously Bev, FUCK OFF”

“Eddie, give me the phone!”

Voicemail 5 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:50 A.M. “The lovely Beverly Marsh would like me to tell you she says ‘hi’ and that she’s not condoning my bullshit ... but guess what, bitch? I don’t need anyone to condo my bull-” *hiccup* “-shit. Oh no. Oh fuck. How do I get rid of hiccups? BEV-”

Voicemail 6 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:53 A.M. *hiccup* “-ou think you’re the only fuckin person in the universe, you think you’re hot shit. I’m hot shit. I’ve kissed like, A LOT of dudes tonight, how about that?! Okay? They’re all buying me shots and shit and one guy even picked me up. Remember when you did that? Guess what, other guys can do that too! You’re not fucking special-”

Voicemail 7 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:54 A.M. “Richie, it’s Bev ... Hi, I’m sorry we haven’t talked in a while.” *bass rumbles from a song change in the background* “Listen ... I’m sorry about Eddie. He’s upset about something you posted on Instagram earlier today, I didn’t see it, so I don’t know what he’s pissed about. I dunno, it’s none of my business, but he’s just drunk and being stupid. I’ll try to get him to stop calling you ... Um, so, ... I hope you’re doing okay! Like I said, I’m sorry we haven’t, like, talked or anything in a while but I’d love to catch up! Maybe you can come visit NYU sometime? I mean, you can visit me at NYU. I don’t mean-” *a loud, drunk yell* “It’d just be nice to see you, Rich. Text me!”

Voicemail 8 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 1:56 A.M. “Hey dipshit your voicemail system keeps cutting me off, what the fuck?”

Voicemail 9 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 2:18 A.M. *silence* ... *a deep breath* ... *shuffling*

Voicemail 10 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 2:20 A.M. *club music and background noise is gone* *groan* ... “It’s just so fuckin’ easy for you to just MOVE ON, huh? Fucking bullshit. Mr. ‘I Love You But Long Distance Never Works.’ Mr. ‘Oh But This Guys Got Great Hair I’ll Fuck Him.’ He’s ugly, by the way. All the guys you go to school with look fucking ugly online. And you know that I don’t make shit up when I drink tequila, I just get more honest, so those fuckbois are ugly as hell-”

Voicemail 11 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 2:23 A.M. “I guess the best part of living far, far away from you is forgetting what you look like. Are you even still good-looking? You might be ugly, now too.” *quiet shuffling* ... *tapping noises* “I still got the photos you sent me ... I probably should have deleted them, but I guess I figured if I needed to have ammo ready in case you decided to be a dickhead-”

Voicemail 12 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 2:26 A.M. “Fuck... I forgot...” *muffled noises* ... *a deep, throaty breath* “Fuck...”

Voicemail 13 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 2:50 A.M. “Richie, I... I’m sorry ... This just ... Sucks.” *a deep breath* ... *quiet shuffling* “I don’t think it’s worth anything now and I’ve gotta-” *cough*

Voicemail 14 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 3:14 A.M. *clears throat* “...Well, I feel a little bit better after throwing up ... I’m also now realizing some of the horrible shit I’ve said tonight, so if you stopped listening to these voicemails, I’d understand ... But I’m just ... This is really hard. And I saw that photo of that fuckin guy, and you have your arm around him-”

Voicemail 15 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 3:15 A.M. “Dude, seriously, what the fuck is your voicemail’s problem? It keeps cutting me off. I’m trying to open up here.”

Voicemail 16 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 3:28 A.M. *deep breath* “I’m sorry. This is stupid ... Bye, Rich.”

Voicemail 17 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 3:57 A.M. *quiet sob* “I just... I wish I never met you, sometimes.” *sniffle* “Because now I always compare everyone to you ... And you’re gone, we’re done, like I get it. But it just sucks ... I really wish I could just like, ‘un-fuck’ you. You’re all I can think about when I - ... I hate that I miss you so much. I hate that I drank so much and got so fuckin- ugh, god, I kissed strangers.”

Voicemail 18 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 4:01 A.M. “This is gonna be the biggest regret of my fucking life, leaving you 300 voicemails. Please don’t abuse this. I’m not proud of it.”

Voicemail 19 | NOVEMBER 3, 2019 at 4:31 A.M. “Yeah, jus-” *soft thuds* “Just tell him-” *gentle taps*

“Rich? It’s Bev again. Hey, so. I’m with Eddie now, I’m making sure he gets to bed and doesn’t choke on his own puke. He said he’s really sorry. Um, but yeah, please don’t humiliate him? He’s kind of an emotional mess. Sorry again.” *shuffling noises* “Jesus, Eddie! How many voicemails did you leave him? He’ll probably send the police looking for us-”

[End of messages. To save messages, press-] *beep*

[Messages saved.]

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Eddie’s head is pounding as his ears recognize the familiar digital noise ringing next to him. He instinctively picks up his phone and checks his screen.

*Incoming Facetime request from Richie Tozier*

He thinks he might throw up.

*Accept* and the video call connects.

“...Before you say anything, I’m paying for it dearly.” Eddie groans.

His eyes focus on the figure on his screen. It’s obnoxiously close and familiar and makes Eddie ashamed of himself. Richie doesn’t say anything. He just raises his eyebrows and waits for Eddie to say... something?

“And... I’m sorry, Rich.” Eddie rubs sleep from his eyes and feels a strong ache developing in his skull. “I’m an asshole. I’m really sorry. I’ll leave you alone forever now, bye-”

“Eddie!” Richie interrupts ferociously. “You left me. Almost 20 voicemails. What the fuck is your problem? Do you understand that when you leave 20 voicemails for someone, they’re gonna think you’re dead? Or kidnapped? Or trapped under a fallen vending machine, or some shit?!”

“Okay well, if I was kidnapped, it wouldn’t have done me any good. Why didn’t you answer?”

Richie scoffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay. Fuck off. First of all, you really think this would go any better if you’d talked to me?”

Eddie swallows. “No.”

“And SECONDLY, I left my phone at Stan’s house. We watched Zombeavers and I had my phone on silent.”

“...What the hell is Zombeavers?”

“Eddie are you fucking serious? Don’t ever fucking do that to me again!” He spits faster than anything Eddie’s heard him say and brushes his curls away from his face. “Thank your lucky stars that Beverly was taking care of you. I talked to her this morning.”

Eddie swipes down on his screen to check the time. 1:01 p.m.

“Goddamn it.” Eddie moans. His head is the swampiest he’s ever felt. Like his brain is sloshing around in alcohol. He gags visibly at the thought.

“Whatever you’re feeling, you deserve ten times worse.”

Eddie wipes his mouth and fidgets with his hair, brushing it away from his increasingly warm face. “Okay, I get it. I’m fucking sorry.” He can feel tears forming behind his eyes. “I’m fucking sorry. I was a drunk idiot. I was a jealous asshole and I need to mind my own fucking business.”

Richie doesn’t respond.

Eddie suspects the conversation is concluding, so he prepares to hang up as fast as he can say ‘goodbye’-

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“What?”

Richie sighs. “The guy in the Instagram photo isn’t my boyfriend, I haven’t hooked up with him or anything. He’s Stan’s roommate. He’s also extremely straight. Like, next level hetero. Annoyingly hetero. I really like making him uncomfortable.”

Well, if Eddie didn’t feel ashamed before, he sure fuckin does now.

“Oh.”

“Yep. So, uh. Nothing to get jealous over, Eds.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Still? Can you stop?”

Richie’s face twists in disbelief. “You have no room to tell me to stop anything right now.”

“I’m sorry, though. For being jealous.”

Richie pauses. “It’s okay. A lot of the guys I go to school with are pretty ugly.” He leans away from the phone and shouts, “STANLEY INCLUDED!”

Eddie hears an echoed, “FUCK YOUUUU” from a voice somewhere behind Richie, who laughs. Proud of himself.

Eddie tries to smile, but he’s still empty.

“You have plenty of guys to keep you company, sounds like.” Richie says in a less-than-thrilled tone.

“I gave them pecks on the mouth.” Eddie says without looking back at his phone. “They bought me shots and tried to hit on me, but I don’t want to exchange saliva with strangers. I think I exaggerated in the voicemails, though.”

“Well, you always compare them to me, right? To the Trashmouth?”

Eddie’s own words are restored in his memory. “Jesus christ, I-”

“It’s okay, Eds. After my rage subsided and I talked to Bev and figured out that you were okay, I actually admired the honesty.”

Eddie can’t help but laugh mockingly at himself. “Yeah, that’s me. Super honest. To a fault.”

Richie smiles. “Bev and I talked about hanging out next weekend. Got any plans?”

Eddie’s eyebrow twitches and he looks back to his screen. “What?”

“I’m gonna come up next weekend. Bev invited me to stay for a weekend. I’ve never been to New York.” Richie shrugs.

Eddie can’t form words. He almost forgets that Richie can see him right now via digital video. He shouldn’t want to see Richie, but he does. He knows it now. It’s out of his mouth, out there in the universe. Fuck, it’s recorded in digital audio format.

“Are you free?”

“I uh...” Eddie stutters. “Yeah. Yeah, I- I free.”

“You’re still cute as can be, Eds.” Richie’s smile is sickeningly sweet.

Eddie lets a smile show on his face for a half-second, then presses his lips into a firm line. “Don’t call me Eds.”

Richie’s face changes immediately. “Oh! By the way!” He’s wearing a sleazy grin. “You kept photos of me? ...Like, those photos?”

Eddie has to take a moment to remember.

His face immediately goes neon red at the memory of resurfacing sext pictures and dick pics of Richie that they’d shared their senior years at Derry High School. He’d dug them up in his photo stream and... looked... too long at them. He can’t help but slap his own hand across his expression.

“Dude!” Richie laughs and is fixated on Eddie’s reaction. “Are you serious? You kept those? I thought I was an asshole for keeping a photo of you shirtless. You kept pictures of my dick?”

“Ok.” Eddie tries to punctuate the conversation.

“What else? I think I remember sending you my ass a couple times.”

“Alright, Rich. Don’t rub it in. I’m not proud of what I did.”

Richie pauses. “What do you mean ‘what you did?’”

Eddie feels like he might drop dead from self-inflicted humiliation. He doesn’t respond, he tries to think of a deflect.

“Eddie Kaspbrak...” Richie’s breath hitches in his throat. He’s not smiling. “Did you jerk off last night between voicemails?”

“Okay Rich, I’m sorry again about all the voicemails. But we’re good now, right?” Eddie presses.

“EDDIE DID YOU JERK OFF TO PHOTOS OF ME?” Richie yells, giant grin on his face and his eyes going dark. There’s a muffled, “What the fuck?” that comes from Stanley somewhere in the background, and Eddie is going to throw himself into oncoming traffic because certain death is better than the absolute tormenting embarrassment of this situation.

“You’ll figure everything out with Bev and we’ll see you next weekend, yeah?“ Eddie rushes to end the conversation.

“Hey! What the fuck! All I have is a shirtless pic to work off of, you’ve got like, Spielberg angles on my anatomy!” Richie chuckles. “Send me some new material, fucker!”

“Wow. Oh my god. Okay, good to talk to you, Rich.”

“Eddie.” Richie says, softer.

He looks at his screen one more time. “Yeah?”

“Text me next time?”

#reddie #college!reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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finnyboywolfhard · 6 years ago

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Know Each Other

summary: Y/N Y/L/N is dreading the fact that she is forced to sit next to Richie Tozier in class, but through out the year, it gets easier as they get to know each other.

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Y/N Y/L/N began to dread the school year when she got sat next to Richie Tozier in English class. Richie was just super talkative and she knew he would be a distraction. He was a nice kid, but she just was not looking forward to it.

Throughout the first month of school, he tended to keep to himself. He only said stuff to her every once in a while. On occasion he would comment on her outfit of the day, or compliment her. She didn’t take it seriously because he was known to be a big ass flirt.

When Homecoming rolled around, things got a little more interesting. Neither of them had dates, and when they showed up at the same time things got awkward.

“Damn Y/N, that dress is doing good things for you.”

“Thanks Richie. You don’t look half bad yourself.”

“Wow, a returned compliment, this isn’t like you.”

“That you know of Richie, we barely know each other. “

“Okay then.” Richie said as her friends pulled her ahead, so they could get good spots on the dance floor.

Multiple songs went by before Y/N realized someone was watching her and getting closer by the second. She didn’t worry about it though, she was too busy focused on her hips swaying to the music and making herself have fun. Soon enough she felt a hand touch her hip. She looked over her shoulder and there he stood. She spun around and took a step back, not wanting to grind with Richie Tozier. This is also when she noticed, however, that he really was attractive. And she just blatantly ignored the tingling feeling left on her hip. She mouthed a ‘sorry Richie’ and he walked the other way.

The next Monday at school, his whole not talking to her changed. Every free second he could talk over the English teacher, he could. He made her laugh really hard on multiple occasions. Not only because hes funny, but also because he loved hearing her laugh.

Then midway through the year, the teacher assigned them a ridiculously hard essay analyzing poetry. Richie somehow got stuck with The Red Wheelbarrow, a stupid 4 line poem. It was the one poem no one wanted to do, but Richie was more than willing to take it on. And he ended up nailing it. He got a 98% on the project, something no one expected.

“Richie, how the hell did you do that?”

“I bullshitted my way through it, somehow he agreed with me that it was communist in theme.”

She was shell shocked by how smart Richie could actually be.

The two soon after were caught sharing small glances all the time, which usually ended up with her blushing and him smirking. Other people began to notice that the two liked each other, or were at least flirty with one another. It wasn’t long until people came up to them both asking if they were dating. The answer every time was no, except for once when Richie told the losers club, “No, but I hope we do.” But that oh so swiftly changed when word got out that he had begun to date a girl from another school. Y/N was slightly crushed when she found out, but she quickly shook it off, because she thought that there was no way in hell that she was jealous.

Only a month or two after him and the girl started dating, did he start to complain. The real reason he was mad was because the girl wasn’t Y/N.

“She just needs the chill the fuck out. I’m so ready to break up with her, it’s not even funny.” Richie exclaimed.

“So why don’t you just break up with her?” Y/N asked somewhat annoyed.

“Because I still want to go to prom.”

“Wow, that’s a dick move Rich.”

Then the bell rang, and she swiftly left the classroom.

A couple weeks later the class was working on an essay, and one of Y/N’s friends in the class asked her to move to sit with her. She began to pack up before she heard Richie say,

“You’re leaving me? Come on, stay.” And he gently gripped her wrist. Tingles went up her arm and Goosebumps began to rise on her skin.

“Richie…It’s just that Y/F/N asked me to sit by her today, I’ll sit here tomorrow, I promise.”

Then over the following months, the two got flirtier and flirtier. They also got to know each other more than they ever thought they could. THe last day of school rolled around and they said their goodbyes, before Richie went off with his girlfriend.

During summer, Y/N decided to actually go out and be a teenager for once. She would go out with her friends and party. However, she also stayed at home most nights reading. She often times wondered about how Richie was doing, and what he was doing. She guessed that he was hanging out with the losers club, like he always was.

One day at the beginning of July, her mom yelled for her.

“Y/N, there’s a boy on the phone for you. “ The girl went to the line in her room and picked it up.

“hello?”

“Free at last mother fucker.” Richie said exuberantly through the phone.

“Holy shit! For real?”

“Yep, I told her that I wasn’t ready for a relationship, and I didn’t want to keep dragging her through this shit.”

“Good for you Richie. How did she react?”

“She cried, she’ll probably never stop crying. But I mean, she did just lose me. So could you blame her? “

The girl scoffed at the phone, primarily because she knew he was right.

“Anyways, what’s the first thing you’re going to do as a free man?”

“Tickle my pickle. Just kidding, I don’t know probably go to the quarry.”

“Richie, why do I feel like you weren’t just kidding?”

“Ooh, Y/N you wanna join?”

“At the quarry? Sure Thing.”She said laughing sarcastically.

“God I’ve missed that laugh.” Richie whispered.

“Huh?”

“Um, nothing. We’ll be there at noon. See ya!”

“Bye!” She hung up her phone and started dancing and squealing out of excitement.

The next day she showed up, and he was sitting on the edge, and she slid down next to him.

“Hey Rich.”

“Hey. You look good. Summer is doing you well.”

“Thanks, same to you.” The two of them both started blushing.

The girl suddenly got a wave of confidence and leaned over and kissed the boy. And he kissed her back. There was electricity surging through them both. Eventually, when they pulled apart, He looked her over a couple of times.

“I guess we know each other now, huh?” he asked condescendingly.

And with that, she just rolled her eyes, and playfully pushed him into the water below.

#finn wolfhard x reader #finn wolfhard

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notsugarandspice · 7 years ago

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Could you write something for Reddie about a jealous Eddie? Because I live for that ❤️

Hope this is okay???

Eddie was never one to act like a stupid teenager, but his best friend was driving him clinically insane. Richie just had to join the chess club in his senior year, desperate to have something to “busy” himself with while Eddie is at track. Eddie knew he’d be good at it, but would never say that to the gangly idiot. Every day, after the classes ended, they went their separate ways, meeting at the front door at precisely 4:45 PM. Only issue? Richie was always fucking late. And this time, instead of counting the steps to the parking lot, Eddie decided to check what seemed to occupy the other’s time.

When he rounded the corner, Eddie heard gregarious laughing that could only come from Richie. He leaned on the doorway and let his eyes catch his best friend sitting on one of the eight chess tables, holding a hand of the partner. The other guy was laughing hard too, clinging to Richie to steady himself from laughter. Something cold and furious washed over Eddie head to toe.

“Richie!” He tried to keep his voice even, but it came out like an angry scream.

Richie’s head whipped around, and as soon as he registered the intruder, a smile fell, and his hand instantly went to the lap. The other guy looked at both of them with a confused expression.

“H-hey, Eds. Sorry, I’ll be right there.” Richie scrambled out of his seat ungracefully and grabbed his empty backpack from where it was by the door.

Eddie didn’t move an inch and just looked at his best friend with as much coldness in his eyes that he could muster. Richie visibly swallowed and reddened all the way to the neck of the shirt.

“Bye, Martin!” Martin? What kind of fucking name is Martin? Only douchebags are named MAAHRTEEN. EW.

Eddie started walking extra quickly, his sneakers barely making any sounds as he angrily strolled through the hallways in the direction of the front door. Just as he went outside, Richie finally caught up with him. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Eddie looked at Richie’s green-colored nails and swatted the hand away, walking towards his car. He opened the backseat to throw the backpack in, and Richie leaned on the driver’s door.

“Fuck off to the passenger side, Richie.”

“Eds, why are you acting like a menstruating girl?”

“Did you seriously just fucking call me a girl?”

“What? No, Eddie, I-“ Richie’s eloquent explanation was interrupted by his friend shoving him in the chest, so hard that Richie barely held onto the car to stop himself from tumbling down the parking lot. His face was all hurt and confusion.

“Why don’t you go hang out with manly Maaahhrteeen.” Eddie got into the car and slammed the door, leaving his best friend standing on the sidewalk with an empty expression.

Richie took his bike straight to Eddie’s house, unable to handle his disappointment. Eddie always joked around about hating him, but he actually looked hurt this time, and the last thing Richie wanted was to disappoint a guy he liked. Loved. Whatever.

He got to the front of the house and hopped the fence to run to the backyard. Eddie usually hung out outside when the weather was favorable, but he wasn’t there. Richie came in through the back door and bolted towards the stairs, hoping that if he’s fast enough, the rage of Mrs. K will skip him.

“RICHARD, TAKE YOUR SHOES OFF RIGHT THIS SECOND-“

“THERE’S NO TIME, SONIA-“

“I’M NOT SONIA TO YOU, YOU-“

Richie burst through Eddie’s door and caught him changing his running shirt to the one he usually slept in. It was the first time Richie saw him shirtless since he started track, and he couldn’t help but stop dead in his tracks, eyes stuck to the prominent V leading to the waistband of the shorts. His brain stopped working.

“What the fuck, Richie? Have you heard of knocking, dipshit?” Eddie’s cheeks reddened, and he dragged Richie into the room by the arm, slamming the door.

He went back to pick up the shirt that fell to the floor, and Richie turned his head to the window, trying to prevent teenage hormones from betraying him.

“I’m not into Martin.” He decided to break the ice right away. He hated not being on good terms with Eddie.

“What?” He turned around and stepped closer to Richie. Eddie’s hair was messy from running - it was Richie’s favorite look.

“I don’t like Martin like that.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I dunno… Figured you’d want to know.” Richie must’ve been the color of a ripe tomato by then.

Eddie’s eyes widened, and Richie could see the corners of the mouth struggling to hold back a smile. “Okay.” His voice was so small and gentle that Richie wanted to kiss him that very second.

Eddie quickly turned around and sat down on the bed, sideways to the window.

“For your fucking information, women don’t have control over their hormones, especially at a young age, so it was really fucking insensitive what you said. Bev would punch you in the throat.”

Richie felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. “I know. I’m sorry. I mean, I project my apologies to all humans with a vagina-“

“God, shut up before you say something idiotic again.” Eddie turned around on his bed, facing the window. His legs were crossed pretzel-style, and Richie wanted to touch the tan skin of Eddie’s knees.

He decided the next best thing would be to lean in front of him, so he did. But he’s Richie, so his body made a decision before the brain caught up. He sat down on his knees and stretched the arms out as if laying down in prayer. Eddie squealed and grabbed his hands from the floor. “Stop it, Richie! What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Asking for your forgiveness?”

Eddie was still holding onto Richie’s arms, a little below the elbows, and the tall boy’s skin tingled.

Eddie rolled his eyes and got up from the bed, sitting down on his heels in front of Richie. “You’re such an idiot, you know that?”

Eddie was still wearing his tiny yellow running shorts, and they rode up even higher when he sat down, revealing the bulging thigh muscles. Richie’s mouth went insta-dry.

“I’m nothing if not an idiot, Eds.” His voice did an embarrassing pubescent boy thing, and he wanted to fall through the floor.

Eddie laughed at it but didn’t comment. “I’m sorry I was a dick.” His fingers relaxed on Richie’s forearm and just hung there, making Richie’s heart go a hundred miles an hour.

“You’re always a dick.” Richie grinned, and Eddie smiled back in that small, secretive way that made his eyes shine as if he’s about to cry. Jesus H. Christ.

“Have to be one to hang out with you.”

Richie sucked in a breath and put both hands on Eddie’s thighs. The other looked down at them with wide eyes, as if Richie’s hands were tinted green like the nails. Eddie was sitting frozen, and Richie was terrified of rejection, so he started taking the hands back. But as soon as they detached from the other’s thighs, Eddie grabbed them and put them back, blushing prettily from the apples of his cheeks to the ears.

There was a second of awkward silence when their mouths wanted to smile, but the muscles weren’t cooperating. So the edges of their lips were jumping up occasionally, and the only sound Richie could hear was heartbeat in his throat, and the shifting leaves coming from the open window. Richie moved his fingers a little, giving the thighs a tiny squeeze and Eddie giggled, squeezing Richie’s hand in return.

Richie suddenly sat up and kissed the corner of Eddie’s mouth, afraid of going further. Eddie’s hazel browns went wide, that playful glistening present again, and Richie’s mouth finally spread out in a smile. Then Eddie surged forward, pushing Richie to lie down on the floor, and situated himself on top as if he was getting comfortable on a stale mattress. Not it was Richie’s turn to giggle.

“Fuck Martin,” said Eddie and brought his lips to Richie’s, making the tall boy’s body feel like badly made jello.

Eddie pulled back to observe Richie’s reaction, but all the other could think of was kissing again. “Yeah, fuck Martin, Eds.”

Who needs chess when afternoons can be like this.

#reddie #prompts #my writing

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dangertronic · 7 years ago

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Not A Monster Chapter 1

Yes, this is a repost of the original version that I’m buffing up to make it better!

Important things, I guess: Reddie, AU where Pennywise is dead, using book, 90s series, original scripts, and 2017 movie things so expect a lot of canon mentioned things!

Tag list: @sten-bros @agrimny (let me know if any of you want in)

Feel free to always leave suggestions and any kind of feedback!

One:

It had been four years since the summer in which the events revolving around the shapeshifting, fear inducing creature had taken place, and while the ‘Losers Club’ as they had named themselves, had mostly recovered from the events of that summer, there were still times when the memories hit them so strongly that it was almost like they were thirteen again.

Richie Tozier was no exception to this, even though he would brush it off If anyone asked him whether or not he still remembered that summer; cracking some crude or stupid joke before he would change the subject entirely.

He didn’t want the reminders of that clown.

And he certainly didn’t want the reminders of the Neibolt House.

He’d never told the others, but in that moment when Pennywise had been advancing on them and Richie had been forcing Eddie to look at him instead of the clown because holy shit they were going to die and that thing did not need to be the last thing that Eddie saw, the half clown-werewolf had been taunting him and only him.

The words had been echoing around Richie’s head like a mantra, and whenever he was alone, be it walking to school, or just lying in bed trying to sleep, those words would come back to him full-force.

Don’t touch the other boys.

If you do then they’ll know.

They’ll know your s-e-c-r-e-t Rich –

“Richie!”

A horn sounded and a hand gripped firmly at the back of his shirt, Richie stumbling backwards into the gutter as the person gave him a firm yank backwards, his heals bumping against the curb; almost toppling him over onto the pavement in the process of getting him out of the way of the car.

The car had already passed by now, and Richie could only stare ahead, unable to bring himself to move, his hand slowly sliding from the strap of his backpack until it was lax at his side, the realisation of what happened slowly sinking in.

He’d been thinking so much about that incident in the Neibolt House that he’d almost walked in front of a car.

“Richie?”

Richie looked for the source of the voice, finding a concerned Stan just behind him on the sidewalk, one hand gripping at the back of Richie’s shirt tightly.

“Are you –”

“I’m fine!” Richie said, a little too cheerfully, raising his hand and gripping at his backpack again.

“You’re not fine, Richie. I’ve been calling for you to wait up for five minutes, and when I finally catch up to you, you almost walk out into traffic. It’s like you’re a damn zombie.”

Richie plastered the biggest grin he could onto his face and leaned over to Stan, pinching at his cheek. “Your concern is touching, Stanley boy, but I’m fine, really. I’m just a little tired today, that’s all.”

He could see the doubt on Stan’s face, one of his slender brows arched, but Stan was never one to keep pushing him, and instead he nodded, finally releasing the back of Richie’s shirt so he could slap the other’s hand from his face.

“Don’t do that.”

Richie laughed, hopefully convincing enough that Stan would actually believe he was fine, before the two of them crossed the street, walking diagonally to avoid the pitch black space of the storm drain on the other side.

Four years and they still avoided the storm drains around town as though they expected Pennywise to reach out of the void and snag them by their foot before pulling them down into the sewer.

But the clown was gone.

They knew that.

They’d seen him die.

They’d watched Bill drive the pole into his head over and over again until there was nothing left.

And yet, as they approached another storm drain further up the street, Stan fell back to walk behind Richie who had subconsciously moved further from the edge of the curb towards the clean cut lawns of the houses that lined the street.

Seventeen year olds weren’t supposed to be afraid of monsters.

But that didn’t stop Eddie freaking out whenever his mother got balloons for a party, building up his anxiety until it turned into a full blown panic attack.

It didn’t stop Stan from running away from a clown at Derry’s summer festival.

It didn’t stop Bill from riding his bike just a little too fast by the storm drains or the Neibolt House whenever he had to pass by.

It didn’t stop Ben from refusing to go to the library alone.

It didn’t stop Mike from avoiding birds or freaking out over the smallest fire that got out of control on their camping trips.

And it definitely didn’t stop Richie from remembering just why the clown showed itself as a damn Werewolf, or stop the guilt of Eddie breaking his arm because he hadn’t been watching him.

The werewolf didn’t scare him, but the implications of it certainly did.

They’ll know your s-e-c-r-e-t Richie.

They’ll call you a monster.

“God fucking damn it!” Richie snapped suddenly, startling a passing group of younger kids, one of which dropped her books onto the pavement in fright.

Unlike Richie, Stan crouched quickly to help her pick them back up. That was just so Stan. The kind, reliable voice of reason. Richie, however, was busy staring at the ground, teeth sinking into his lip. He could vaguely hear Stan behind him apologizing to the group of girls before he tentatively grabbed Richie’s arm as the group crossed the street to avoid Richie.

Richie shook the hand off quickly in a panic with a shout of ‘don’t touch me’. His effort to get away from Stan had him stumbling, almost falling to the ground if not for the fact that he was good at catching himself.

“If you didn’t have such long legs you wouldn’t be almost falling over them all the damn time.”

Richie snorted, turning his attention not to Stan, but to the person who had spoken just behind him. Eddie was standing there, backpack hanging loosely against his shoulder with his fingers drumming against the strap.

This, usually, was the point where Richie would call him a name he ‘hated’ and pinch his cheek before ‘violating’ his personal space with an arm slung over his shoulder as they walked to school.

Instead, he could only stare down at the shorter boy who was now standing directly beside Stan.

“Kaspbrak.” Richie greeted, a little too formally for the liking of the two boys in front of him who exchanged a brief look of concern.

“Did someone break you?” Eddie asked, a brow arched in mock concern. Yeah, because he’d show Richie that he was actually concerned.

“Nope!” Richie said, suddenly back in his ‘chipper’ demeanour. “Just a little tired today. I was up all night thinking about your mo –”

“I swear to fucking god Richie.” Eddie sighed, running a hand through his hair. Why was he even remotely worried about him? Richie only had two modes. Jerk, and bigger Jerk.

But yet, Eddie couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something very forced in Richie’s response.

“What? Are you jealous because you don’t get any action?” Richie asked, a lopsided smile on his face.

Scratch that.

Maybe there was nothing forced about his response after all.

“I hate you.” Eddie said.

“Love you too, Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie responded without missing a beat.

Yeah, there was absolutely nothing wrong with Richie. He was stupid to think otherwise.

Bill and Ben were waiting outside of the school when they arrived, talking quietly amongst themselves. They paused in their conversation when they saw the other three arriving, sharing a quick greeting before heading into school, Richie rushing ahead and pushing through the crowds of students.

“Since when does Richie race to homeroom?” Ben asked, turning sideways to squeeze through a group of students.

“Since he woke up in a particularly weird ass non-Richie mood today.” Stan said, following Ben’s lead. “There’s something clearly wrong with that boy.”

“Stan, you sound like an old man.” Eddie said, stumbling as he tried to push through a group of students who were standing in the middle of the hallway.

“One of us has to.” Stan shot back over his shoulder, heading for the stairwell. “See you guys at Lunch.”

“S-s-see you Suh-Suh-Stan.” Bill said, waving the boy off. “Duh-do you really think th-th-there’s something wrong with Ruh-Ruh-Richie?”

“He was acting a bit weird earlier when I caught up to him and Stan, but he said he was just tired before cracking another one of his stupid jokes.” Eddie said as they entered their homeroom, shooting a quick bye to Ben.

Richie was already sitting at his desk which was located right behind Bill’s his leg bouncing up and down with the heel of his foot barely scraping against the floor.

“You okay Richie?” Eddie asked as he passed his desk to the one behind him.

Richie was a lot of things, but bouncing bundle of anxiety that couldn’t sit still in his chair had never been one of them.

Until right now.

Richie twisted in his seat, flashing Eddie a smile that made his breath hitch into his throat. Well that was weird.

“Perfectly fine, Eds!” Richie assured, raising a hand to give his friend a mock two finger salute. “I’m always fine when you’re around, love!”

“Beep, beep Richie.” Eddie hissed as someone turned in their seat to see what was going on behind them.

The girl, Jessica, gave him a sympathetic look. She was no stranger to the way Richie was, especially with Eddie. It was almost like Richie did everything he could to make the poor boy die of embarrassment.

“I told you before, Eddie, you need to train your puppy.”

“I’m trying Jess.” Eddie huffed, propping his head up with one of his hands. “Do you know any puppy training classes?”

“Sorry, Eddie, can’t say I do.” Jessica said, turning back around in her seat.

Eddie smiled, shaking his head. Jessica was nice enough. Sometimes she reminded him of Beverly, and he didn’t miss her as much on the rare occasion that he and Jessica actually held a conversation.

“Oh sure, she cracks a joke and you smile, but I do it and its beep, beep Richie or shut up.” Richie grumbled.

Eddie snorted, drumming his fingers idly against his cheek. “Maybe I just like her more than I do you, Trashmouth.”

The reaction was instant. The smile that had been plastered on Richie’s face faltered into a frown, and then a grimace. He turned in his seat quickly, his back slamming against the backrest of the chair as his attention fixed ahead.

“R –” Eddie was cut off as Richie held up a hand in a gesture that screamed ‘don’t’, and he heaved a sigh, looking out the window rather than the back of Richie’s head. “Fine jerk, be like that.”

Richie didn’t wait for his friends after school that day. The second the bell went, so did he, and the only thing they could see was the godawful Hawaiian shirt as he took off. He bumped into someone in the crowd of students he pushed his way through, not even stopping to register that the person he’d almost knocked over was Stan.

With an exasperated sigh, Stan decided against going after him, hunting out Bill and the others instead.

“I just – I don’t know!” Eddie snapped, slamming his locker shut with a loud clang as Stan joined them. “He’s been a jerk all day!”

“I thought that was just normal Richie behaviour.” Stan said, earning a snort from Ben.

“This isn’t just Richie-level jerk, Stanley!” Eddie flung his backpack onto his shoulder, almost smacking Bill in the gut in the process. “This is actual jerk. I cracked one joke about liking Jess more than I do him and he’s been ignoring me since.”

Stan furrowed his brow in thought. “The new girl?” Eddie nodded his confirmation. Stan tried, and failed, to stifle a laugh. “I get it.”

“Wh-wh-what?” Bill asked, sending a confused look between the two of them.

“He’s jealous.” Stan said, traces of a lazy smirk still on his face. “Think about it, you told him you liked a girl who you’ve known for half a year more than him, who you’ve known since you were a kid. He probably thinks you’re trying to replace him or something.”

Eddie groaned, slamming his head into the locker. “He’s such an idiot.”

“That’s the general consensus, yes.”

Eddie grumbled something incoherent into the metal of the door before pushing himself upright. “She’s just a partner project! It doesn’t mean I’m going to replace my friends with her. We’ve all been through hell together. We –”

We killed a damn clown four years ago together that no one else could see.

“I know Eddie.” Stan said, frustration clear in his voice. “But did you ever tell Richie that?”

Eddie turned to him, staring silently for a moment. “Are you fucking kidding me, Stan? You know what he’s like. I can’t just go, hey you’re my best friend, you know that right, and I love you, all of you. He’d make it into some annoying joke.”

“Huh…” Stan mused, a look of interest coming to his face. “And here I thought you’d just have to say: hey, Richie, I’m not replacing you okay? You’re my best friend.”

“That’s what I –”

“That’s not what you said, and it’s not what you meant, and you tacked the rest of us on to cover your tracks.”

“What tracks?”

Bill looked between them, and then he was grinning. “Oh-oh my guh-god.”

“I don’t think I like whatever it is you’re trying to imply.” Eddie grumbled.

Stan patted him on shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry about it, Eddie. It’ll come to you soon enough and you’ll be like ‘shit’.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’m sure I don’t like it.”

“Oh on the contrary, I think you do like it.”

“Shut up Stan!”

The moment Richie was in the sanctuary of his own bedroom, he tossed his backpack under his desk and toed off his shoes, dropping face down onto his bed with a groan.

He hated it when Eddie would talk to that girl. He hated it when he smiled at something she said, or when he’d laugh with her. He hated it when Eddie allowed her to punch his shoulder lightly and call him ‘Ed’.

And he definitely hated it when Eddie called her ‘Jess’.

He just didn’t understand why.

Stop lying to yourself. You know why. A voice in the back of his head nagged.

Don’t touch the other boys.

They’ll call you a monster.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Richie snapped, grabbing his pillow and shoving it over his head in an attempt to block out the voice that continued to nag him.

You know why you ran into that room full of clowns.

You know why a dead Eddie popped out of that damn mattress in the Neibolt House.

“Go away!” Richie all but screamed into the mattress, voice muffled under the pillow. “You’re gone! You’re dead! I saw you die! Leave me alone!”

They’re gonna find out your secret.

They’ll hate you.

Monster.

Richie’s fingers dug into the soft material of the pillow case as he gripped tighter, almost suffocating himself with the pillow as he screwed his eyes shut.

“No, no, no. Go away. Leave me alone. You’re dead. You’re de –”

“Richie?”

The voice in Richie’s head wavered and fell quiet, silence settling in like a fog. Footsteps sounded outside of the dark void he’d built for himself until they stopped somewhere nearby, a hand grasping at his own.

“Richie. Let go of the pillow before you suffocate yourself.” The voice soothed, their thumb running against the back of the other’s hand.

It was easier to distinguish the voice as Eddie’s now he didn’t have the voice of Pennywise scraping around in the back of his head, and he found that it was oddly comforting. Richie complied surprisingly easy, releasing the pillow from his death grip so Eddie could remove it with his free hand, tossing it behind Richie on the bed.

“Eddie?” Richie asked, blinking in the sudden light that he found himself back in.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Eddie assured him.

He attempting to release Richie’s hand, though the taller boy was having none of it, grasping onto Eddie’s hand as though it were some kind of anchor, maybe even a lifeline at this point.

“Richie? Is something wrong?” Eddie asked, awkwardly taking a seat on the bed next him.

“I –” Richie paused for a moment and then swallowed thickly. “Bad dream.”

“Of course you were asleep.” Eddie said, heaving a sigh. “You’re so lazy, Tozier.”

“Yeah, that’s me. Lazy ass Richie Tozier.”

Eddie bit back the irritated groan that was trying to push from his throat. Richie was so frustrating sometimes. Especially when it was so damn obvious that there was something wrong with him.

Forcing the truth out of Richie was not a tactic that worked though, so Eddie sat there silently, offering silent comfort with his thumb, brushing it carefully against the back of Richie’s hand, and once in a while Richie would squeeze his hand.

It was their code.

Every brush of the thumb was an ‘I’m here for you.’

And every squeeze of the hand was a ‘thank you.’

“Hey Eds?” Richie asked after another long moment of silence.

“Don’t call me that. You know I hate that.” Eddie quipped, though the smile on his face betrayed him.

“Yeah, okay.” Richie said, rolling onto his back to look up at Eddie better. “Do you still… think about that summer? Like really remember it?”

Eddie stared down at him, a serious expression set on his face. For a moment, Richie was sure he wasn’t going to answer, the tension thickening between them in the silence.

“I remember it. Sometimes a little too much.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie nodded, and the thumb stopped it’s brushing. “I… sometimes it feels like my arm is broken again, and it wakes me up at night. Sometimes… I remember the leper that crawled out from under the house and – yeah. I remember it.”

Richie nodded, threading his fingers through Eddie’s to squeeze at his hand better and soothe the anxiety that was no doubt building up in his friend. Eddie was strong, yes, and he was off all of the placebo bullshit, but the anxiety was definitely a real issue he suffered with, forcing him to remain on his inhaler.

He reached out with his free hand, patting at Eddie’s pockets until he could feel the inhaler, dipping his fingers in to hook around the plastic device which he pulled out, fumbling with the cap to push it off.

Eddie took the inhaler from him with a fleeting thankful look on his face before pushing the end into his mouth and pushing the metal canister down.

“Sorry.” Richie said, giving his hand another squeeze. “I shouldn’t have brought that up. I just… lately… I’ve been –”

Eddie removed the inhaler from his mouth, holding his hand up to halt Richie’s words before takin in a deep breath.

“I get it. Is that why you’ve been weird today?”

Richie snorted, tucking his free hand under his head. “Gonna have to specify a little there, Eds.”

Eddie shot him a less-than-intimidating glare. “You know what I’m talking about, jerk.”

Richie sighed, closing his eyes. “Yeah. It’s why I’ve been… weird.”

Eddie fell silent, studying Richie for a moment. His breathing was calm, and the shallow rise and fall of his chest was a sure signal that Richie was struggling to stay awake, the dark circles under his eyes from clear sleep deprivation barely hidden by the thick lenses of his glasses.

Eddie sighed, releasing Richie’s hand from his grip and leaning forward, carefully taking the taped up glasses in his hands before removing them.

“What are you doing?” Richie asked, opening a single eye to take in the blurry Eddie as he stood.

Eddie placed the glasses and inhaler onto the nightstand, leaning over Richie to grab the pillow. “Lift your head up.”

Richie complied and Eddie tucked the pillow under her head. “This still doesn’t tell me what you’re doing.”

“You haven’t been sleeping, idiot, so now you’re gonna take a nap.”

Richie chuckled tiredly. “What are you; my nurse?”

Eddie released an exasperated huff. “If it gets you to nap, then yes.”

Richie shifted across the bed, patting the space beside him. “Stay?”

Eddie relented, surprisingly easily, and lowered himself onto the bed next to Richie who rolled onto his side, draping an arm over the other’s waist.

“Hey Eds, I have a new name for you.” Richie mumbled tiredly into Eddie’s shoulder.

“No, Richie.”

“You’re now an Eddiebear. Get it? Like teddy bear.”

“For fuck sake, Richie.”

Richie chuckled tiredly into Eddie’s shoulder, nuzzling his face into his shirt as his arms tightened around his stomach. “Hey Eds?”

“What do you want now Richie? You’re supposed to be sleeping.” Eddie grumbled.

“Thanks. For always – you know.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Eddie sighed as Richie practically curled around him, tucking the shorter boy into his front. “Now take a damn nap before I hit you with a baseball bat or something.”

#reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #improved version of my monster au #leighwritesathing

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fight-me-wyatt · 7 years ago

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Richie Tozier ~ I'm Not Even Sorry

Request/Prompt: “I’m not even sorry” from @cxxl-gall Thank you!

(Just clarifying that, she did in fact DM me and ask to change from mike to Richie (which is 100% okay), so that you don’t think I slipped up!)

Ship: Richie Tozier x fem!reader

Summary: the reader is heading home from grocery shopping and Richie runs into her - literally- and ends up asking her out slyly.

Type: fluff. (I think?)

Warning: Only warning would be swearing. And sexual innuendos. What did you expect. It’s Richie.

Word count: 2295 (including A/Ns)

Hope you enjoy it. Let me know!

(not my gif, credit goes to @imultifandomstuff !)

Y/N POV

The full paper bags in my hands were very full, and I could only just see over the top. I adjusted them slightly and sighed, starting to make the long walk back home.

The rhythmic sound of my worn out sneakers hitting the pavement with each step calmed me down from the awkward encounter I had had at the small corner store.

I had managed to give the shopkeeper the wrong amount of money and not realize it until he pointed it out, and responded to him saying “come back again” with “you too, love you, bye.” I didn’t even realize until the lady behind me chuckled, and by then it was too late… So.. I just left. All of this in front of several other customers waiting in line. Oh and how could I forget about dropping one of the bags on my way out the door.

I shook my head in embarrassment and focused on the bright blue sky and the very few clouds in it. I started humming to the tune of ‘Africa’ by Toto, finally in an okay mood. Better than okay. I was feeling good.

Well, I was, until I heard the sound of bikes being peddled, and a boy screaming something along the lines of “She was really fucking hot, and she kept staring at me. She definitely wanted to get in my pants! I mean who wouldn’t!”

I also managed to hear the reply of another boy, who said, “Richie, she was old enough to be your mother, and she was probably staring at you because you kept spraying food everywhere when you spoke. Literally no one wants to get in your pants.”

I chuckled slightly at the response, and tried to see where they were, so I could cross the road without being hit. All I could see was carrots, apples and cabbage blocking my view.

I thought about why the name Richie rung a bell. It was when he yelled back to the other boy that it clicked.

“Just because you’re jealous that my sexiness reaches out to all ages, you fucking Jew, Stanley.”

Richie Tozier. Trash mouth Tozier. Kind of funny and kind of cute… Not that I’d ever go there. I’d heard and seen him and his group of friends around school. The losers club, they called themselves.

That must be the rest of the losers club on the bikes, as I could hear chatter and laughter.

I decided to wait until they had gone past, so that I could cross the road, and not get run over. That would’ve been embarrassing. I tapped my foot to the beat as I hummed to myself. I was just getting to chorus when I heard a higher pitched voice shout out.

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING RICHIE!”

I turned my head so I could see partly between the carrots, to see Richie on his bike, looking behind him, coming right at me.

I yelped and tried to move out of the way, but I stumbled over my lace. Richie’s bike hit the curb and he went flying over the handlebars, and landed on me, tumbling us both to the ground.

I groaned, having hit the concrete hard. I looked up to see Richie staring at me with a slight grin on his face.

“Jeez. Y/N. I barely know you, and yet here I am… On top of you. Not that I mind of course. I’d be happy to do it again sometime.”

I groaned and shoved him off me.

“Get off me, pervert. Besides, you’re the one who fell for me. ” I rolled my eyes and sat up, dusting myself off. “Next time, watch where you’re going, asshat.”

I started collecting the fruit, vegetables and other food that had rolled away and out of the bags that I had dropped when I got run over by Richie. I blew my hair out of my face with a scowl. One of the bags had ripped making it harder to rescue the food. Miraculously, only three eggs had been broken. The fruit was a tad bruised, but easily salvaged.

With my back turned away from Richie, I wondered if he had moved. I could still see the rest of the losers club standing in the middle of the road with their bikes, waiting and watching with curiosity.

I had a pounding headache and my back was definitely going to be bruised tomorrow. I searched for the last apple on my hands and knees. I was sure I brought five, not four. My elbows stung. Stupidly, I had put them out, as I fell backwards. As I sighed, about to give up, I heard a satisfying crunch.

My face and mood both turned even more sour. I turned to face Richie, and he smirked at me as he took another bite out of MY apple.

That little shit.

“you know, I’m not even sorry.” He said slyly.

I clenched my fists.

“Oh trust me, Tozier, you will be soon.” I threatened.

He frowned slightly, then shook his head.

“No, I don’t think so. You see, Y/N, I think it’s the universe telling us to get it on.” He winked, and I noticed for the first time that he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

They must’ve fallen off when he crash landed.

“Ugh.” I rolled my eyes, a look of disgust evident on my face.

I paused, thinking.

“Wait, how do you know my name?”

He looked taken aback for a second, before regaining his usual cocky demeanor.

“You sang. At the school concert. And since then I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” He said, sappily, and mockingly, so I took it as a joke.

What I didn’t realize was that he was serious.

I scowled harder before smiling sweetly. I grabbed his glasses from where they lay a short distance away. I placed them gently on his face, while he just stared at me in confusion and awe. I reached behind me and grabbed something he couldn’t see. I leaned forward, until our faces were inches apart. His breath hitched.

“You know… Since you took that apple from me… ” I said in a soft voice, tilting my head slightly.

Richie simply smirked. This poor boy. He had no idea what was coming.

“.. You really… OUGHT TO TAKE AN EGG AS WELL, JACKASS!” I smashed the egg, that I was holding behind my back, on top of Richie’s head, and it ran down the sides of his face, which had a look of fear, surprise and shock on it.

The rest of the losers club burst out laughing, whooping, cheering and clapping. I grinned and stood up, bowing to my audience.

I didn’t notice Richie slip a piece a paper in the unbroken bag as I awkwardly waved to the losers club. I picked up my bags awkwardly and narrowed my eyes at Richie suspiciously.

“Were you always holding that pen?” I asked him, wondering where he had gotten it from.

Richie shook his head and pointed in the general direction of Eddie.

“Uuhhhh n-no I had it in my pocket… Because Eddie had asked me to look after it while he reorganised his fanny pack.” He said smiling slightly, but he looked almost afraid..

I nodded, content with his answer.

“Maybe you should learn how to actually ride a bike, trashmouth.” I said to him before I continued on my way.

I could hear the losers club laughing as I walked away, with a quiet “shut up” from Richie.

I got home and let myself in. The door was unlocked, despite no one being home, as my parents were very trusting and didn’t believe anything wrong could happen in little old Derry.

I sighed, dropping the bags carefully onto the counter. I shook my arms out; they had almost gone to sleep after carrying the heavy bags for so long.

I turned on the radio and Michael Jacksons 'Billie Jean’ was playing. I proceeded to sing and dance around the kitchen as I put away the shopping. I cleaned up the broken egg shells and washed the dirty vegetables.

After everything was put in its proper location, I peered into the bag to make sure nothing was left. I frowned in confusion.

At the bottom of the intact bag was a business card of some sort. I pulled it out and read the front and snorted with laughter.

In neat, typed out letters, it read:

###-####-####

My friends call me Richie,

But you can call me tonight, hot stuff.

I turned it over, still giggling to myself, to see a hand written message scrawled on the back.

This one read:

Y/N - if fate lets it happen, maybe you could call me,

And I’ll pay you back for the apple (and the egg)

By taking you out for a date?

- Tozier

I smiled and shook my head. This goddamn boy was gonna make my heart stop - whether it be because he runs me over again, or if he keeps being cute and funny, I don’t know, but I knew it would happen one way or another.

I sat down on the couch and stared at the phone, then Richie’s card, then the phone again.

“Fuck it” I whispered.

I strode over to the phone and dialed the number. After three rings, it was picked up.

“Hello, this is the Tozier residence, you’re talking to Maggie.” The voice on the other side of the line spoke confidently.

I didn’t say anything for a few seconds before kicking into gear.

“Uh, yes, hi, hello, Mrs. Tozier. Is-is T- is Richie in? I’m a classmate and I -uh need to talk to him about…. Class…”

“Sure thing, sweetie, I didn’t quite catch your name sorry?”

“Oh, uh, Y/N, Y/F/N, sorry.” I responded.

“Okay, Y/N, I’ll go get him for you.”

The line went silent for a while and I started to debate whether or not to hang up when I heard his voice again.

“Y/N? I-I didn’t think you’d actually call…” He sounded almost shy for once…

I chuckle quietly, “yeah, well, I had to ask: do you really carry a bunch of business cards with pick up lines and your number on them!?”

Richie laughed “well duh, how else am I going to keep up with demand?”

I scoffed “oh, yeah, I’m sure, so I assume the woman on the phone was your secretary, and not your mother the phone before? How many do you carry on you at once anyways?”

I could almost hear Richie blush through the phone. He stammered, trying to respond.

“Uhh… I.. Um.. Yeah, totally.. Ha, ha.. Uh I carry about ten most days. Gotta limit the ladies ya know? I used my dads typewriter and the photocopier down at the library..”

I let out a long, low whistle.

“Wow. You’re really holding back, aren’t you. Only ten per day.” I laugh, and twirl the phone cord around my finger. “I suppose the old library ladies have a couple of their own cards that they got from you, don’t they?”

Richie chuckled sheepishly “oh, you can bet on it. So, ah, did you - did you read the other side of the card?”

I smiled and flipped over the card, rereading the handwritten note.

“Yeah.. I did.” I said softly.

Richie’s breath caught in his throat “well-” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat “well, uh, did you- did you think about it?”

He sounded so nervous… So I decided to tease him a bit longer.

“Yes. Yes I did. For a while actually.” I said cool and easily.

“Oh my god Y/N! Just, do you want to go on a date with me or not? Because I really like you, and you’re killing me here.” He said in an outburst that surprised me.

I stood there grinning like an idiot for a few seconds, before his voice brought me back.

“Y/N? Hello? … Hello?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry, got a bit distracted. Well, I WAS gonna say yes, but now I’m not too sure…” I said dead seriously, trying to get payback.

His voice sounded dejected when he finally responded “Oh.. Okay… Well then, bye, I g-”

I quickly cut him off before he could hang up.

“Richie! Richie - wait! I was joking. I would love to go on a date with you. Because ” I took a deep breath “because I think I like you too… But you have to promise not to run me over with your bike OR ditch me for one of the library ladies” I laughed softly, waiting for his response.

Richie laughed “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N, you really had me going there…. And although those are some pretty high expectations of me, I think I can manage, so… I promise.”

In the background I could hear Mr. Tozier call out “language, young man!”

“Sorry, dad.” Richie called behind him, before returning to me.

“Does tomorrow afternoon work for you?”

“You bet your ass it does, Mr. Fate.”

“See you then, Miss. Apple.”

A/N: My first character imagine! I’m not sure if I like it or not…

I enjoyed writing it though!

Please send in some prompts or plots with a character/cast member guys! I haven’t done any stranger things ones yet. Xx

After some difficulty I have managed to make my paragraphs work again! (thanks @cxxl-gall )

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satoruvt · 7 years ago

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yours

fukcign. end me i love stan

request → can i have a stan x reader where the reader is dating stan and richie and the reader are close and stan gets jealous and they get into a fight and he says i love you for the first time and ends w/ fluff plz <333

pairing → stanley uris x reader

word count → 481

Stan isn’t someone who gets jealous. Sure, he gets annoyed at people, but never jealous. He’s never been the jealous type, even with you, who he adores so much.

Until now, at least.

He knows that you and Richie are best friends, that you’re close, and he can respect that. Your best friend doesn’t always have to be your significant other, and that’s fine.

But Stan’s started noticing things since you and him started dating. Like how close Richie always is to you. Or how you’re always leaning against his shoulder, or he always has an arm slung around your shoulders. What’s most infuriating is how you don’t come to Stan with any problems you have, you always ask Richie for help.

You’re all coming home from the quarry, laughing and smiling in the early evening sunlight. The sky’s turning a blushing pink with a bit of an orange tint, and it’s the most beautiful sunset you’ve seen in a while.

“Bye, Richie,” you say, hugging your friend when you arrive at his house. Richie squeezes you tight.

“Oh, my dear Y/N, how I’ll miss you so! Until we meet again, my love!” He says dramatically, pulling away from your friendly hug to put the back of his hand against his forehead in distress. You roll your eyes with a soft “beep beep, Richie,” to which he grins.

Soon enough, it’s just you and Stan. He’s quiet, more so than usual, and you spare glances at him every so often. He doesn’t even try to talk about the birds flying above you, just keeps his eyes ahead of him.

By the time you get to your house, he’s zoning out with a wickedly angry look on his face. You raise an eyebrow.

“Stanley? Are you okay?” You ask, concerned. Stan snaps out of his trance and scoffs, looking away from you.

“Why do you even care? Shouldn’t you be asking Richie that?” He replies, obviously irritated, and you furrow your brows. Why would you ask Richie - oh.

Within a few minutes you start arguing. You know Stan’s jealous at this point - you just have to convince him there’s nothing between you and Richie but friendship.

“Stan, why the hell does this even matter to you? Richie’s just a friend!” You say, stepping closer to him.

“Because I love you, that’s why!” Stan retorts, and immediately becomes red. You feel yourself become as red as a rose and you blink. There’s nothing but silence for a moment, and then you place your hands on Stan’s cheeks.

“I love you, too. I’m all yours, Stanley. I’ll only ever be yours.” You tell him, voice dripping with honesty and sincerity. Stan blushes brighter, and you smile softly.

You lean in and kiss him sweetly, and feel his arms wrap around your waist. The kiss is quick, but meaningful and reassuring.

And on the way home, Stan can’t stop smiling.

#it #it 2017 #it chapter one #Stephen King's IT #the losers club #the losers club x reader #the losers club imagine #stanley uris #stanley uris x reader #stanley uris imagine #stan uris #stan uris x reader #stan uris imagine #request #imagine #ask

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justauthoring · 7 years ago

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Back In Town

Anonymous Requested: So it was basically: The Reader moves back to Derry after a while, and the other losers flirt with her because they know how much Bill likes her

Pairing: Bill x Reader

Warnings: none.

After a year of traveling from place to place you were finally back home. Most kids your age dreamed of being anywhere else; Derry was a beautiful place but of all the things that happened, the disappearances and deaths, it made it a little less enjoyable. But honestly, you wouldn’t ask for a different home. Derry was where you’d made some of your best friends; best you ever had and you were so excited to be back.

Especially since on this very day, you were skipping your way over to meet with said friends. Bill, your oldest friend and the boy you might just have a huge crush on, had said that a few new people have come and joined since the last time you were here. And honestly you were so excited to meet them.

The sound of distant chatter and laughter made your smile grow wider and your heart beat faster. You begun walking with a quicker pace, desperate to reached the barrens, where you’d all agreed to meet up. Though nothing could ever beat the feeling that rushed through you the minute you actually saw them.

“Y/N!” Richie explained, sitting on the opposite side of you so he was the first to catch sight of you. Though the moment he’d called your name, everyones eyes snapped to you. You grinned, raising your hand in a cheapish wave. “Hey guys.” The four of them, Stan, Richie, Eddie and Bill all stood up to greet you and you noticed the distant figures of three.

After greeting your old friends and giving Bill a hug, you turned to the others. “Hello, i’m Y/N.”

“Beverly.” The only female greeted, standing up. You smiled; “it’s nice to know I won’t be the only girl anymore.” She laughed, obviously feel the same. The guys were great but it was nice to know you’d have a peer that was a girl.

“And you two?”

“Ben.” The blue eyes, blonde kid greeted with a kind smile; you smiled back.

“Mike.” You gave a bright grin to ‘Mike’, before taking a seat down next to Bill.

“So what did I miss?”

“Oh my god!” You laughed loudly, leaning forward to grasp your stomach in amusement. “Are you kidding me? You actually said that to Bower’s?”

Richie grinned with pride; “hell yeah I did. The idiot didn’t know what to do.”

After a good while of just catching up with your old friends, you all begun to tell stories. And eventually the lot of you just fell into a groove. You managed to find out a little bit more about the three newcomers and figured out exactly why you’re friends loved them so much; and you were almost positive you’d get along just as well. Though, you have spoken with Beverly before the other two are people you’ve never met and you’re glad you got the chance.

Eventually begun telling one of his stories and you were delighted to remember just how much of a joker he really was. The boy could be quite crude sometimes but you definitely had missed his teasing commentary.

“Good job.” You applaud, leaning forward to high five the boy.

Richie had been particularly chatty towards you this afternoon, and while the two of you had gotten along before... something seemed different. You didn’t want to assume anything but seemed a bit more forward than anything you remembered him being like.

But one other thing that had caught your attention was how quite Bill was...

As the laughter died down, you peered up to notice that the sun had already begun setting. Woah, time surely passed when you were having fun. “I should get going.” You announced, standing up and gently dusting off imaginary dirt on your pants. “Mom’ll be wondering where i am.” You moved to walk away, offering a simple wave to the group. “See ya guys.”

“See ya!”

“Bye Y/N!”

As you walked away you heard faint whispered, and with confusion you glanced around just to see Richie smack Bill aggressively in the back and push him forward. Bill stumbled over his own feet as the group tried to discretely glance away. You raised an eyebrow in amusement as Bill made his way over to you; “uh- hey, want a wa-walk home?”

“I’d love that Bill.” You smiled and continued on walking. You missed the way Bill nervously glanced at his friends behind him and them all give her reassuring glances or thumbs up.

After a while of silent walking, you turned to Bill; “so... everything okay?”

He looked up from the ground to peer at you; “hmm?”

You smiled, shaking your head. “I may have been gone for a year or so Bill but we used to have the best talks! You were oddly silent today.” You paused, furrowing your brows in concern. “What’s up?”

Bill remained silent for a moment, almost as if he was pondering on what he was gonna say. Then, he nodded and begun speaking; “if i-i’m being honest...”

“And I want you to be..”

“I was a-a bit je-jealous.” He admitted quietly, holding his head down to hide his red cheeks.

“What?” You exclaimed, shocked. “What do you mean you were jealous?”

“Of you and Ri-Richie... this w-whole time you’ve be-been gone it’s only m-made me realize h-how much I like yo-you and how much i’ve muh-missed you. Seeing y-you and Richie so close, stung.” You paused, unsure on how to respond to his confession. You’ve liked Bill for so long but you never thought your feelings would ever be returned.

So instead of saying anything, you just leaned forward on your tip-toe and pressed a chaste kiss against his cheek. “No need to be jealous Bill, it’s always been you.”

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tozierslosers · 7 years ago

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Ship: Stozier

Prompt/Request: stozier college mutual pining 👀👀

Richie Tozier was gay. And everyone knew that. He was out of the closet and everyone accepted him for that. And if they didn’t, well, Richie didn’t give a fuck. Richie had flings here and there, but nothing more. He mainly (and purposely) had flings to make his crush jealous.

Stanley Uris was bisexual. And no one knew about it. He never told anyone mainly because he was scared that his family might find out. And thus, he kept that to himself. Stan found both girls and guys cute and hot. He liked girls more, but there was just one guy that made him (really) gay.

Stan and Richie shared a dorm. And so did Mike and Bill. Eddie had a dorm room with Bev, and Ben lived a few blocks off-campus. This was all convenient, especially for Stan.

“Keep it down!” Stan yelled as he tried to focus on his homework. It was hard to focus since all he heard were moans and the constant words of “oh, yes, Richie!” or “ugh, fuck!” coming from the room of Richie.

Stan clenched his fists. Richie always did this. And it was annoying as fuck. Richie would bring home a guy and they’d hit it off. Yet, Stan would never see that person in their dorm ever again. This time, it was a dude from their Econ class. Stan just had to wait a few more minutes, and it would be quiet.

Stan was wrong. Who knows how long they were at it. He got up and grabbed his coat, and went to Mike and Bill’s dorm. He didn’t even bother knocking; he just went in their dorm right away.

“Uh, come in?” Bill said when Stan plopped down on the couch.

“I’m already inside.” Stan replied, tired.

“Richie?” Mike asked and Stan nodded.

“Damn. That’s the third time this week.” Mike said.

“And it’s only Wednesday.” Stan said. He knew it shouldn’t affect him this much, but he couldn’t help it. He was jealous. It should have been him with Richie. Not those people he didn’t know. Stan ignored the thought that he wanted to be with Richie.

Richie went outside of his room, expecting Stan to be there. He was disappointed when he wasn’t. Richie sighed and took a shower and changed into some comfortable clothes.

“So, tomorrow?” the guy asked as he changed.

“Nah.” Richie shook his head.

“But-“

“Bye!” Richie dragged him out of their dorm. He called Stan, but he didn’t answer. Stan was probably tired of Richie fucking. And Richie was tired of it too. But, he had to do it. So he could make Stan jealous. Richie opened the door again. “Wait!”

The guy, Brad or Chad, Richie didn’t know, looked back. “What?”

“Let’s date!”

It was a month full of awkward moments, hateful stares, and fucking within the Losers Club. Daryl, Richie found out, was his name. And Daryl would hang out with Richie and the Losers, which resulted in some awkward moments. Stan would stare daggers at Richie’s “boyfriend” every time they were together. Also, Stan had to leave his own dorm and stay at the others dorm because of Richie and Daryl.

Richie liked Daryl, but only as a friend. He’d only been dating him to make Stan jealous. And Richie didn’t know if Stan even liked him or even if Stan got jealous. Richie was tired of this whole act.

“Hey, where are ya going?” Daryl asked as Richie stood up.

“I’m gonna take a shower and then I gotta go somewhere.” Richie replied in monotone.

“Want me to join you?”

“No thanks. Just, uh, see yourself out.” Richie said as he closed the bathroom door. He had to try to fix things with Stan, since he knew that Stan was pissed at him. Richie missed hanging out with Stan in the dorm, watching movies and binge-watching shows. He missed Stan who was a neat freak and would go crazy if he saw one thing displaced. He missed the smell of Stan’s perfume. He missed the light brown, curly-haired boy who would deadpan him. Richie missed his best friend.

“I’m so fucking tired!” Stan yelled. Bev, Eddie, Bill, Mike and Ben were all in Ben’s apartment. “He’s always with Daryl! And it’s like he prioritizes that dude more than us! And not to mention that they are constantly making out and fucking!” Stan couldn’t help but feel mad and a bit jealous.

“Wow. You gotta chill, Stan the Man.” Mike said.

“Someone’s jealous!” Eddie said in a sing-song voice. Stan widened his eyes.

“I’m not! Why would I even be jealous?” Stan scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Because you are really mad at him.” Bill said.

“And you’re in love with Richie.” Bev said.

“And you want to be with Trashmouth.” Ben said. Stan opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Holy shit, you DO like Richie, don’t you?” Mike asked. There was an awkward silence that hung in the room.

“No. Of course not.” Stan said.

“Stan, come on. You can tell us anything. You know that, right?” Bev said. Stan nodded, tears threatening to spill. But he didn’t say a word.

“Stan?” Bill asked.

“I’m bisexual.” Stan said. No one said a word, they just gave each other glances. “SEE! THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I DIDN’T TELL ANYONE. YOU GUYS ARE JUDGING ME!” Stan said, crying.

“Stan, we’re not judging.” Eddie said, wrapping an arm around Stan to comfort him.

“Yeah? Then why were you guys looking at each other? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“We… Already kinda knew.” Bev said.

“We weren’t a hundred percent sure…” Bill said.

“But now that we know, we accept you Stanley.” Ben said, smiling. Stan wiped away the tears.

“R-Really?”

“Yup.” Mike said. Stan smiled.

“Thanks guys.” They all hugged Stan.

“So, when are you gonna tell Richie?” Eddie asked.

“Tell him what?” Stan replied.

“That you like him!” Bev said.

“I, uh, I won’t?”

“What?” Bill said.

“You gotta tell him! I don’t want him hanging out with that Daryl dude anymore.” Mike said.

“Plus, you gotta stop coming to our dorms.” Bev said and they all nodded.

“No hard feelings, Stanley, but we’re tired of you barging into our dorms.” Mike said and Eddie nodded.

“Well, what do I do if I tell him and he doesn’t like me back?” Stan asked.

“That’s impossible. He already li-” Eddie began but Bev put her hand over his mouth.

“What?” Stan asked, confused.

“Uh, nothing. Just Eddie being Eddie.” Ben said.

“Ow!” Bev shrieked. “You bit me!”

“And now, my mouth is covered with germs!” Eddie complained and ran to the bathroom.

“So, when are you gonna tell Richie?” Bill asked.

“Tell Richie what?” A voice behind them said, making them all jump.

“Hey! Richie!” Mike greeted him. Stan turned around and saw Richie. He looked really good today. He was wearing black skintight jeans, a white shirt with a black leather jacket, and black boots, and his curly black hair was wet, meaning he just got out of the shower.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Richie winked at Stan. Stan blushed. He’d been caught staring at Richie.

“I, uh, gotta go.” Stan said but Richie blocked him.

“I gotta tell you something.” Richie said in a deep voice. Stan gulped.

“Uh, sure. What is it?” Richie looked at the others.

“Not here.” And with that, Richie took Stan’s hand and they walked out of Ben’s apartment. Richie was still holding Stan’s hand as they went back in the campus, and people started staring at them.

“Let go.” Stan said. He was getting anxious now. People might start to spread rumors about them.

“Not yet.” Richie said. they went back in their dorm, and Richie finally let go.

“What do you want?” Stan asked, crossing his arms. Richie looked at the shorter boy. Stan’s hair was all over the place because of the wind. Stan was wearing a light blue polo shirt, khaki shorts, and his white, really white, Converse shoes. Richie took in the sight of the cute boy in front of him.

“Richie!” Stan yelled, catching his attention.

“That’s my name. Don’t wear it out.”

“Where’s Daryl?” Stan asked.

“I broke up with him.” Richie took a step closer to Stan. And Stan took a step back.

“Why?”

“Did you get jealous? That Daryl and I were together?” Another step closer. Another step back.

“No.”

“Are you SURE, Stanley?” A step closer, and another step back. Stan’s back hit the wall, and he knew he was cornered.

“Yes, Richie. Why would I even be jealous?” Stan said.

“Because you like me.” Richie said, their faces inches apart, Richie staring into Stan’s eyes.

“I-I don’t… Like you.” Stan said, staring back.

“Oh yeah?” Richie challenged. Stan’s eyes went to Richie’s pink lips. “Gotcha.” Richie smirked and whispered. Before Richie could say anything else, Stan put his lips on Richie’s, and Stan put his arms around Richie’s neck. Richie kissed back after a few seconds, putting his hands under Stan’s ass and carried the shorter boy, as Stan let out a squeal and wrapped his legs around Richie’s waist. Richie took the opportunity to put his tongue in Stan’s mouth, earning a moan from Stan. They pulled away, chests heaving. Richie rested his forehead on Stan’s.

“You don’t like me?” Richie smirked.

“No, I don’t.” Stan said, pulling Richie’s hair, earning a moan. “I love you.”

oKAY SO I FINALLY FINISHED THIS AND UH TBH I TGOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS SO IM SORRY ASJKDHSKJ BUT UHHH IDK I KINDA LIKE THIS

#the losers club #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #richie tozier #trashmouth #stanley uris #stan uris #stan the man #fic #prompt #it movie #it 2017 #stozier #pining

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pof203 · 4 years ago

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Rockababy OC: Rosa-Maria Montoya

This is my OC for Rockababy by c2ndy2c1d. I was originally going to add a picture, but I know I can’t recreate her art. So I’ll try to describe it as best as I can.

Rosa-Maria Montoya’s Story

She’s cute. She’s independent (but not above finding love). She’s strong. She’s kind. She’s helpful... She’s a witch.

To know her full story, click “read more”.

NOTE: Some elements of Kiki’s Delivery Service, Charmed (Original and/or Reboot), American Horror Story: Coven, Witch Craft Works, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and even Elemental Magick (The Donavan Coven) are present.

NOTE 2: I also like to apologize in advanced to all of the followers of Santa Muerte for using her in a way that they may find offensive.

Rosa-Maria Montoya is a young 13-year-old Mexican-American witch-in-training. She has bright-brown eyes, brown hair with braids, and has some marking on the side of her check that was put on her when she was baby to welcome her to the coven. She lives with her parents, both her grandparents, and their coven in El Paso, Texas. Her coven follows the ways of Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte (Our Lady of the Holy Death). Of course, each member has their own patrons they call upon, but Santa Muerte is their main patron. However, Rosa-Maria has yet to find her own patrons until she can discover what her skill, a branch of magick that she is best good at.

One day, Rosa-Maria was just laying around in the park with her father’s radio telling the news.

“... the comet, Wolfgang 90, will be passing over North America sometime this year. However, there is no guarantee that it will be seen in the El Paso skies. And now for the weather forecast. Skies are clearing thanks to some winds coming in from the west... There’ll be a beautiful full moon this even. So if you’re planning something special, tonight might be the night. Moving on to sports.”

Rosa-Maria turns off the radio and sees the forecast was right. The wind was blowing almost all of the clouds away. It is then that Rosa-Maria finally decided.

It is an old custom that when a witch turns 13, they have a choice to either train a year away from home or go to a school of magick.

She runs home to tell her family. At first, they were unsure as she is still young in their eyes. However, their coven’s supreme, Annabelle Sanchez, convinced them.

“I still think she should go to Magic School,” said Abuela, Rosa-Maria’s paternal grandmother.

“Or Miss Robichaux’s Academy,” said Grandma, Rosa-Maria’s maternal grandmother.

“Either way, you’d be safe,” said Grandpa, Rosa-Maria’s maternal grandfather.

“I remember when I turned 13,” said Annabelle with a smile. “They said I could become the Supreme of the New Orleans Coven, but their reigning Supreme at the time, Mimi DeLongpre, chose Anna-Leigh Leighton. But this is mainly because it turned out I was to become the Supreme of my own coven. I found my own path. I think it’s only fair you should let your daughter do the same.”

“Si,” said Abeulo, Rosa-Maria’s paternal grandfather. “But we’re still worried. Rosa-Maria barely knows how to fly. And I’ve no time to teach her how to mix potions like me.”

“Young people are all the same. They all want to do something different… But at least you get to teach her the potion that cures my husband’s Rheumatism.”

Later, Rosa-Maria got ready in her room. Her mother gave her a dark Goth-Lolita dress, though not too many laces.

“And now for the finishing touch,” said her mother, placing a black cape over Rosa-Maria and topped it off with a black pointy hat.

“Oh, Mom, this looks so… stereotypical.”

“It’s not important on what you wear, what matters is the heart inside.”

“Then I’ll try to be the very best witch that I can be, Mom. And I know having a good corazon is important.”

“Just follow your heart and keep smiling. And be sure to write home as soon as you’re settled.”

“Si, Mommi.”

As Mrs. Montoya leaves, Mr. Montoya comes in.

“Papi, did you say I could bring the radio? Mom, didn’t he say I could bring the radio?”

“Alright, it’s yours already,” said Mr. Montoya.

“Gracias.”

“Well now, you look certainly grown up, mi pricessa. You look just like your mother when she was young.”

“I’m glad about that. Papi, can you left me up high like when I was little?”

Mr. Montoya tries to pick up his daughter. At first it was hard, but he got to it.

“I can’t believe my Vision didn’t tell me that you were growing up so fast. But if things don’t work out, you can always come home.”

“And come back a failure? Ew, no way!”

They laugh.

“Will you write us if you have the time?”

She nods.

Later that night as the full moon grew higher and higher, members of the coven, their neighbors (witch, human, and otherwise) came to see Rosa-Maria off.

“But aren’t you worried about Rosa-Maria going off on her own?” asked a human neighbor. “She doesn’t even have a Whitelighter yet. Or even discovered her Skill. And there are a lot of things to worry about: Warlocks, monsters, witch hunters, other witches, and even…”

“Of course they’re worried,” assured his witch wife. “but Rosa-Maria will be just fine.”

Rosa-Maria was speaking to her friends.

“Do you think you’ll find a big city?” asked a Tigua girl.

“Or maybe a town?” asked a witch girl.

“Well, that’s what I’m hoping for anyway,” answered Rosa-Maria.

“Oh, you’re going to have so much fun,” said a jealous fairy girl.

“But I’m not going there just for a good time. In order to be a proper Workshop Witch, I have to train a year away from home.”

“Yeah, be sure to tell that to the vatos,” said a human girl.

The friends all laughed.

“Rosa-Maria, it’s time,” said Grandma.

“Okay,” she responded going over to the adults.

“That’s the broom you’re going to be leaving on?” asked Grandma.

“Si,” answered Rosa-Maria, proudly. “I just made it this morning all by myself.”

“Honey, it’s too small to be really safe. I’d rather you take my broom. I know it better.”

“But Grandma, that one’s so old.”

“And that’s why it’s good. You can rely on it time after time in any kind of weather. Now Rosa-Maria, do this for us, please.”

“But I put so much work into this one. Right, Mimi?”

Mimi looks up to her witch.

“Your broom is nice… But let’s take your grandma’s.”

“You’re no help.”

“Now, mija,” said Abuela. “Can’t you make yourself another fine broom when you get settled down?”

Rosa-Maria knew there was no escaping this. So, she hands her broom to Grandma and takes her broom. With that, Mr. and Mrs. Montoya wish their daughter safe. As do both her grandparents.

“Attention,” announced Annabelle. “Friends, neighbors, members of our coven. Tonight, a young witch is about to embark on a journey from childhood to adulthood. We wish her only the best of luck as she heads out into the world on her own for one year, only seeing us during our celebrations. Rosa-Maria Montoya, are you ready?”

“Ready, Madame Supreme.”

“Then… Take off!”

With that, Rosa-Maria mounted her broomstick. At first, she hovered a few feet of the ground… Then, she and Mimi zoomed off. She hit a few trees which bells were hanging off of.

“Aim your broomstick,” whispered Mrs. Montoya.

All was quiet for a time. Then, Rosa-Maria’s voice came in the distance.

“Adios, everybody! I’ll miss you!”

“Santa Muerta,” prayed Mr. Montoya. “And all of the patrons we call upon, please make sure our little baby be safe and well in the world.”

“I’m going to miss the wonderful sound of those bells,” said another neighbor.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi traveled the skies for many, many days. They would stop by at a motel from time to time. Though every town they have been to either already a lot of witches who were not so welcoming of them. She would move on.

One night, Rosa-Maria was so tiered of flying, she and Mimi settled in a train for the evening. The train then begins to move as the two were fast asleep.

NOTE 3: Now keep in mind, I don’t know where Rockababy took place, though I suspect it’s somewhere in the north west of America.

That morning, Rosa-Maria looks out of the train and sees a town.

“How lovely,” said Rosa-Maria, delighted. “I wonder if they have a witch there.”

“You know they may be a bad thing,” said Mimi.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi both get on the broom and take off into the air. Rosa-Maria was astounded by the view of the town.

“Look at the place,” she said. “It’s the kind of place I’ve always imagined.”

“But there may be some witches living here already,” said Mimi.

“And there may not be.”

Rosa-Maria then flies her broom around until she spotted a cliff that overlooked the town. She wondered if she could see the whole town from up there. As they arrived up there, Rosa-Maria just hovered near the cliff… She didn’t even notice a car pulling up on the cliff. Then, some greasers we all know and love come out.

NOTE 4: By this time, Richie and Ace are already greasers themselves.

“Finally, the weekend!” said a relieved Brick.

“Yeah,” said Boomer, places his arms around Brick. “Those tests were brutal.”

“Nobody said Senior Year would be easy,” said Ace. “Unlike Richie, he’s got it all made.”

“Aww, it wasn’t all that easy for me,” Richie said. “I think I got a wrong answer in Geometry.”

“’A’ wrong answer?” said a suspicious Bones.

“You really had to bring that up?”

“Chill, you guys,” said Shifty, adjusting his sunglasses. “We all have our own thing… And you’re gonna wake her.”

Looking in the back, Buttons was fast asleep.

Then, Bones notices Rosa-Maria flying near the cliff.

“What on earth is that?”

“Wait,” said Richie. “Broom and a black cat… And that hat… HOLY SMOKES, A REAL LIVE WITCH!”

Rosa-Maria heard Richie yelling. She turns around and sees the Bozos.

“Hello!” she calls out to them.

They greet her back.

“Do any witches live in this town?”

“No one has seen any around here in a long time,” answered Shifty.

“That’s great. Our trip is over. We’re staying right here. Thanks, you guys. Bye!”

With that, Rosa-Maria takes off.

“A real witch in our town,” said Richie. “Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

“My father never liked witches,” said Ace. “He thinks they’re nothing but a bunch of old hags… Boy is he wrong.”

“I just wish I could take a closer look and get to know her. What are witches really like?”

Then, Shifty starts the car.

“Why don’t we find out?” he asks.

With that, the Bozos get in the car and drive into town.

Rosa-Maria then flew into town.

“They’re looking at us,” said a worried Mimi.

“I know,” said Rosa-Maria. “Smiling so we can make a good impression.”

Rosa-Maria was enjoying the attention so much. She closed her eyes to see how daring she is to fly without seeing.

“Yeesh,” said Mimi. “You’d think they’ve never seen a girl and a cat on a broomstick before.”

But then, they nearly hit a bus. Rosa-Maria managed to fly out of the way, but ended up causing a five car pile-up.

“Smooth,” said Mimi, sarcastically. “Very smooth. You definitely know how to make a good first impression.”

A cop comes and yells at Rosa-Maria. Fortunately, one of the Bozos managed to distract the cop for her to escape. Richie catches up to her and begins asking her a bunch of questions.

“Are you really a witch? How do your spells work? Did you come from a coven? How far can you fly on your broom? How do you even make it fly? Do you worship the devil or some other great being?”

Rosa-Maria was starting to get fed up and snaps at Richie.

“Thank you for getting me out of trouble. But I really shouldn't be talking to you, and you wanna know why? It's very rude to talk to a girl before you've been introduced and before you know her name.”

With that, she takes off on her broom.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi try to find a place to stay for the duration of Rosa-Maria’s training. They were unsuccessful. After wondering around town for so long, they arrive at the neighborhood of Richie and his mother, Dr. Cunningham. They saw the Bozos’ car coming up.

“They must live here,” suggested Mimi.

Rosa-Maria was thinking of taking off again, but Dr. Cunningham comes out with a teddy bear.

“Boomer, your sister and her daughter were visiting us. But when they left, they forgot your niece’s teddy bear.”

“That ain’t good,” said Boomer. “Lily loves that teddy bear.”

“Do you think you can take it to them?”

“That’d be hard. The in-laws don’t exactly like us. Especially me and Brick. And it ain’t just ‘cause we’re greasers.”

“Oh dear, I have some work to finish up, but I guess I better go there myself.”

Rosa-Maria could not stand the thought of a child being away from her favorite toy.

“Excuse me.”

“Oh, it’s you again,” said Ace.

“If you like, I can take the bear to them.”

“You would?” asked Dr. Cunningham.

“Just tell me where they live.”

“My sister and Lily live with the in-laws on Starlight Heights,” said Boomer. “But how-“

Before Boomer could finish, Rosa-Maria takes the bear and takes off into the air on her broom. Dr. Cunningham was amazed.

“I guess I better tell you,” said Richie.

After Rosa-Maria brought the teddy bear to Boomer’s niece, she returns to the Cunningham residence.

“I brought back her teddy. Her mother even gave me this note to give you.”

Dr. Cunningham takes the note and reads it.

Thank you for returning Lily’s teddy bear. Your new friend is really quite special.

“And thank you,” said Boomer.

“Well, I’ll be going,” said Rosa-Maria.

“Wait,” said Dr. Cunningham. “You should at least let us thank you for what you did for my sis and niece.”

They went inside in which Boomer made a great dinner for them all.

“Now stop me if I’m right,” said Dr. Cunningham. “I’m guessing you’re a witch-in-training.”

“That’s right,” answered Rosa-Maria.

“Like I told you,” said Richie, smiling.

“I really it here, but people don’t seem to like witches here. Even the lady’s parents-in-laws weren’t too happy to see me fly in.”

“Depends on the people,” said Dr. Cunningham. “Now take us for instance. I just met you and I know I like you.”

“Even though you’re a scientist?” asked Richie.

“True, as a scientist, I find stuff like this dubious. But the one rule about being a scientist is keeping an open mind. After all… We know anything is possible in this world.”

She winks at Shifty who winks back. Mimi is confused.

“So, where are you two staying?”

Rosa-Maria just looks down.

“I see. Why didn’t you say you don’t have a place to stay? We have plenty of room in the attic, you could use that.”

“You’d really let me stay with you!?”

“Of course,” Dr. Cunningham laughed. “But I don’t think we’ve been introduced. I’m Clara (just made up that first name) Cunningham. As you now know, I’m a scientist. You’ve already met my son and his friends.”

“I’m Richie. Despite my new greaser look, I’m still interested in science.”

“I’m Boomer. Need anythin’ done in the kitchen, I’m your guy.”

“Just call me Brick. I just got my black belt.”

“Bones. It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ace. I should really tell me father how wrong he is about witches.”

Shifty goes up to Rosa-Maria.

“Shifty.”

They shook hands.

“Muy bien,” said Rosa-Maria. “I’m Rosa-Maria. Rosa-Maria Montoya. And Mimi is my very best friend.”

A little later, Dr. Cunningham and the Bozos lead Rosa-Maria to the attic.

“I’m sorry if the place will be dusty,” said Dr. Cunningham. “We haven’t been up there in a while.”

“I think I can manage,” assured Rosa-Maria.

They went into the attic which was indeed a bit dusty.

“This place could use a little cleaning,” said Dr. Cunningham. “If I already wasn’t busy with my work, I’d help you clean… But I’m sure my son and his friends can help.”

“I’m sure we will,” said Richie, nervously. “But I guess it can also mean I can ask you some questions.”

“You mean like if I worship the Dark Lord?” asked Rosa-Maria, sternly. “Well, I won’t deny it, there are a few Satanic covens in the world. Like the Church of Night. But don’t worry, I’m not a member of any of those covens. The El Paso Coven follows Santa Muerte. But each member does have their own patrons. Like my dad who calls on Apollo to help him with his prophecies. My mom invokes Athena for crafting talismans. Abuela calls Hermes for her séances. Abuelo calls Asclepius to help with his potions. And both my maternal call upon Demeter for their harvest.”

“And what patron do you call on?” asked Richie.

“I’ll know once I’ve discovered my Skill, the branch of magick that I’m best at.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I’ve already said by my families’ patrons. My dad’s a fortuneteller who uses tea leaves and tarot cards. My mom crafts amulets and talismans. Abuela is a medium, aside from being able to see and hear ghosts like all witches do, she can call them even from the beyond and can even hear the voices of the gods. Abuelo is a potion maker, he made a killing with eye drops that can cure nearsightedness. And my maternal grandparents are good with Farm Magick. I’m still trying to figure out what my Skill is.”

“Well, I hope you find it,” said Bones.

“Now, if you need anything, just give a holler,” said Dr. Cunningham.

“Thanks,” said Rosa-Maria.

Rosa-Maria and Mimi stayed with the Cunninghams many weeks. Rosa-Maria continued to find her Skill. She tried Fortunetelling, but had little success. Her amulets and talismans may look pretty, but hardly produced results. Now, she was ready to try Potions.

“Potions, you say?” asked Dr. Cunningham. “One of the closest things witchcraft has in common with science. I hope you succeed.”

“Same here,” said Rosa-Maria. “It won’t be easy, though. One of the potions I’m making needs herbs that have more power when picked under the full moon.”

“That’s tonight,” said Richie. “Actually, me and some of my friends are going to the cliff area. That’s the place we first met you.”

“Why?”

“It’s just something we do… That, and I’m hoping to do some research.”

“On what?”

Richie smiles and says, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Oh,” said Rosa-Maria. “I suppose. Still thank you. I hope Potions is what I’m good at.”

“If not, you could always fly around on your broomstick and deliver stuff.”

“… I think that’s already taken.”

Later that night as the full moon rises, Rosa-Maria, Mimi, and the Bozos (except for Ace) go to the cliff overlooking the town. Richie was wearing his regular nerdy clothes (says it would be more appropriate).

“Thanks for bringing me up here,” said Rosa-Maria. “I could have flown up here, but after what happened when I first got here, better safe than sorry.”

“We just like it up here,” Shifty said coolly.

“I wonder why Ace isn’t here?”

“Family matters,” said Richie. “Something with his father.”

“I see. Sorry for asking.”

“It’s okay,” said Brick. “So, what are we looking for.”

“Richie helped me research some of the plant life that grow around here. Here’s a list of the things we can find.”

Rosa-Maria hands them a copy of a list of herbs and ingredients for the potion she is making.

“Some of these don’t look hard to find,” said Boomer. “Some of ‘em I use in my cookin’.”

“That sound great,” said Rosa-Maria in grateful glee.

“Just hope he knows to cover his ears if he finds a mandrake,” said a worried Mimi.

With that, Rosa-Maria goes off with Mimi and the other Bozos go to find the potion ingredients. Shifty decides to stay with the car. When he was sure that Rosa-Maria was out of sight, Shifty goes to the car and looks in the back to find Buttons just waking from her nap.

“I think we have time,” said Shifty. “Wanna see somethin’ great?”

Buttons squeaks in agreement.

Shifty takes Buttons and turns on the radio and places her on the car hood as the headlights shined. Then, Shifty takes a lollipop and holds it like a microphone and begins lips synch the song that was playing… Only You by The Platters. As he nears the end of the song, Shifty returns to his true alien form. The other Bozos who heard him couldn’t help but join in. What none of them knew before it was too late… Rosa-Maria and Mimi saw the whole thing. They were shocked.

“Rosa-Maria!” said a reeling Shifty, changing back to human form. “I can explain!”

But Rosa-Maria just screamed and she and Mimi tried to take off on her broomstick which she brought with her in case of emergencies. But Brick grabs a hold of it and yanks it from her. They try to run, but the other Bozos managed to stop her. Shifty, back in his human form tried to explain, but Rosa-Maria was too scared.

“You are a Demonic Shapeshifter, aren’t you?” she said with nervousness.

“I’m not,” responded Shifty.

“Then, you some kind of monster.”

“Maybe. But I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“What kind of monster can change into a human from some kind of lizard?”

“… An alien?” responded Richie.

“No way. Aliens can’t be real… Can they, Mimi?”

“Who knows,” said Mimi. “We know it’s possible to reanimate a corpse with science. Maybe they are real.”

Rosa-Maria thought for a moment. Finally, she spoke.

“Okay, so maybe you are an alien. How do I know I can trust you?”

Buttons came out of Shifty’s jacket and squeaked. Seeing her, Rosa-Maria couldn’t help but see the innocence in her eyes.

“I think you have your answer,” said Bones.

“Si,” said Rosa-Maria. “I understand. I’m sorry. Los siento.”

“It’s understandable,” said Shifty. “You probably never saw anything like this. I bet even witches would be surprised.”

“Actually, we have seen something like this. It usually scares us.”

“How?” asked Richie. “Does this have something to do with you calling Shifty some demonic shapeshifter?”

“Pretty much. But I’ll tell you later. Right now, it would be foolish just standing around here in the darkness. Let’s just finish gathering what we need and go.”

After gathering all the ingredients she needed, Rosa-Maria, Mimi, the Bozos, and Buttons all leave.

Back at the Cunningham house, Rosa-Maria got right away working on her potion. Ace had already returned from visiting his father in prison. They explained what had happened.

“So I guess the secret’s out now,” said Ace. “But I’m sort of on edge about what Rosa-Maria just said about these Demonic Shapeshifters. What’s that about?”

“Well, we witches have a lot of enemies and threats to us,” explained Rosa-Maria. “There are warlocks who wish to take our lives and our powers.”

“I thought warlocks were male witches,” said Boomer, confused.

“That’s a common misconception. A male witch is also called a witch. A warlock is a witch who has broken the Witch’s Code: An ye harm none, do what ye will. They only want power. Of course, it’s understandable why you would think that. Just as the majority of witches are female, the majority of warlocks are male. It’s a rare occasion if you encounter a female warlock. Other threats to us witches are witch hunters for obvious reasons. Monsters who would love the taste of flesh and blood. Especially humans. Extra flavor if it’s magical blood. There will even be targeted by other witches either because they’re Tower Witches, that’s what we call bad witches, or because I crossed into their or their coven’s territory. But the biggest threat to all of us witches and non-witches are… demons.”

“Demons?” asked Bones. “Like from Hell?”

“Pretty much. Demons only wish to bring death and destruction wherever they go. We Workshop Witches, good witches, are one of the many beings who have the power to stop them in order to protect the innocent and the greater good. Because of this, demons want to get rid of us.”

“I see,” said Richie. “That does sound bad.”

“It does. That’s why my family wanted me to go to Magic School instead of going out on my own. They said it would be safer. But it would also mean I would never them again for a long time. But they still wish I could go there. My banishings and vanquishings are not the best. I could barely handle a Lower Level Demon.”

“How so?” asked Ace, a little worried there.

“A year ago, a Lower Level Demon was giving trouble to one of our neighbors. I thought I could do it, but I failed. The spell to vanquish a Lower Level Demon goes: Hellspawn demon, creature of death, fire shall take your very breath. But I got the words mixed up. Instead of breath, I said bread and made all the bread in the house disappear.”

“What happened next?”

Rosa-Maria could tell the Ace was scared… for her… Could he be… She continues her story.

“Thankfully, our Supreme came, vanquished the demon, and saved me. After that, they decided that Demon Hunting is definitely not my Skill.”

“I’m sorry,” said Ace.

“Still think it’s a good idea to let me stay here with you?” Rosa-Maria was hoping they would say yes.

“We had to fight my father to save Shifty and Buttons,” said Ace in an almost prince-like tone. “I think we can handle whatever threatens you. Don’t worry, you can count on us… You can count on me.”

Rosa-Maria was almost happy to hear that. Hearing him say those things made her feel a little safer… and happier.

“Gracias, Ace.”

The two stared into each other’s eyes passionately.

“Don’t tell me their fallin’ in love,” laughed Shifty.

“They definitely look close,” said Bones.

“Maybe they’re Anon Cupla,” suggested Mimi.

“We’re not,” said an embarrassed Rosa-Maria. “… But then again…”

“What did your cat say?” asked Brick.

“Mimi thinks me and Ace maybe Anon Cupla,” she answered.

“Anon what?”

“In the witch world, we have witches who are bound to each other. They are Bonded Pairs. There are two kinds of them. The first is Anon Ceangal. That’s when two people choose to bound their souls together. Kind of like a married couple. It’s strong, but easily broken and undone. The second is Anon Cupla. That’s when two or more people share the same soul. It’s permanent and once bound, it can never be broken or undone. They’ll be part of each other’s lives for all eternity.”

“I see. That sounds… Really romantic.”

“No doubt about that,” said Boomer, happily.

Brick and Boomer hold hands.

“So you think we might be this Anon Cupla?” asked Ace.

“Well, that’s what Mimi thinks,” said Rosa-Maria. “It’s rare to find your soul twin. My parents are actually Anon Ceangal. They only unified to save my mother’s parents because they were poor, despite how good they are at Farming Magick. They said I was the only good that came out of it. And they’re real good friends. Of course, my family said I shouldn’t settle for Anon Ceangal and not give up hope for finding my Anon Cupla.”

“But how could it be me? I’m not a witch.”

“Our Supreme says that Anon Ceangal and Anon Cupla are not limited to just witches. It could be with anyone. My friend, Lila, her Anon Cupla is a werewolf. They’ve been together for 5 years.”

“I see.”

Though, Ace wasn’t sure. Rosa-Maria is pretty as far as witches go, but can it really work out? Only time will tell.

“But I shouldn’t focus on that right now,” said Rosa-Maria, going back to her potion. “Right now, I need to focus on my training. Love and romance can wait.”

“Okay.”

Rosa-Maria and Ace smile at each other.

“By the way, Rosa-Maria, what kind of potion are you working on?”

“It’s one of Abuelo’s. It’s the Butterfly Conjuration Potion. If I can get it right, it’ll conjure a swarm of beautiful butterflies.”

“And if you get it wrong?” asked Boomer.

“I’d rather not find out. Okay, now we just need a pinch of basil.��

“Here you go.”

Boomer handed Rosa-Maria the basil. She adds pinch of it to the pot and a puff of orange smoke came out.

“Now for the last ingredient. One whole milkweed flower.”

“Uh ho,” said Richie. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, Rosa-Maria, but milkweeds don’t grow around this area. But I did find some blueblossums. They’re the closest to milkweed. Will that work?”

“Abuelo said that I shouldn’t use substitutes. But I guess this will have to do.”

Richie gave Rosa-Maria the blueblossums and added them to the pot which let out a loud bang and a puff of grey smoke.

“Odd. When Abuelo makes this potion, the smoke comes out white. Okay, now for the incantation… Llamo a los espíritus para que traigan mariposas para llenar el aire. ¡Concede tu poder, Santa Muerte!”

Then, in a loud bang and a puff of smoke the filled the entire kitchen, something came out of the pot… But it wasn’t a butterfly… It was a bat! Rosa-Maria and the Bozos all panic. Buttons just waved at the strange flapping creature she had never seen before. Fortunately, the bat vanished in a puff of smoke.

“I see what your gramps meant,” said Shifty, catching his breath and trying to maintain his human form.

“I guess Potions isn’t my Skill, either,” said a disappointed Rosa-Maria.

“Don’t give up,” said Ace with a smile. “I’m sure you’ll find it.”

Rosa-Maria smiled at what Ace said. She knows he’s right. She’ll find out what her Skill is before her year-long training is done.

What happens next? … Well, why don’t you guys decide that.

#rockababy #oc #orginal character

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