#teenage ben: sweating profusely

[badsext]

Part 2 of Teenage Klaus Hargreeves Meets Tom Holland Spider-Man

***I want to credit my lovely and amazing friend hbmoore1986. She helped me with a lot of the Spidey stuff and helped me out when I’d written myself into a corner.***

***Still no swearing or smut, just Klaus being Klaus***

Part 1 is here https://badsext.tumblr.com/post/183621733227/teenage-klaus-hargreeves-meets-tom-holland

“It’s not like an ego thing. People either love me or hate me, but most people have heard of the guy who can shoot webs and stick to walls. What’s your story?”

Peter sits on the ledge. “I’ve got time,” he says, crossing his ankles.

“I’m not from here, not here exactly. I’m from another version of this city. In my version we don’t have anything like you.”

Aw, bummer. I was just about to ask if I had an evil twin or something. Hey, are you okay?”

Klaus was sweating profusely, a symptom of withdraw. “Yeah, I’m just a little shaken up….Wait, you believe me?”

“Why not? I’ve seen a lot of crazy stuff. I mean you’re looking at a guy with super powers. And I know there’s got to be other dimensions out there. It’s stupider to think there’s only one.”

“Well, in that case…I’ve got a super power too, but I hate it. Klaus winces. “I can talk to the dead. I can’t conjure them up or anything. It’s really more on their terms.“

Peter is quiet for a moment. “Can you see them?,” he asks. Klaus nods. “Do you see any now?”

“Quite a few, actually. It is a roof.” Klaus frowns. Peter looks down at the ground.

Klaus surveys the crowd of ghosts. An older man, about forty, has been watching this whole scene unfold. It’s clear he’s here for Klaus’ masked friend. Usually ghosts have a lot to say when given the opportunity, but this is a man of few words…

“Peter? Uncle Ben has a message for you.” Peter looks up expectantly, wondering if his heart can take whatever comes next. Klaus, recognizing the sanctity of his message and wanting to keep his intrusion as minimal as possible, whispers Ben’s loving words into Peters ear.

Peter hangs his head, takes off his mask. His arms reach out to embrace Klaus. There are tears in his eyes. He lays his head on Klaus’ shoulder. Klaus wraps his arms around Peter.

Suddenly, Klaus doubles over in pain. He is holding this stomach. Cramping is another symptom of withdraw. “They must have hit you pretty hard. I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner. Here, let me help you.” Peter lifts Klaus gently and slips his mask back on. “You can stay with me until we figure out how to get you home.” Using his spider sense to remain undetected, he swings Klaus up to the fire escape of his apartment. “Sorry, you’re going to have to climb in the window,” he says.

Klaus just laughs, “It’s not a problem. I have tons of experience sneaking in and out of windows.”

Peter starts changing his clothes. Klaus looks around the room and sits on the bed. “I see you like to buy your own merchandise.”

“What?”

“The boxers…” Klaus says, peeking through his fingers. Peter is wearing Spider-Man underwear. Blushing, Peter quickly covers himself with his sweatshirt.

The boys hear noises from the living room. They go in to investigate. Klaus instantly recognizes the sent of marijuana smoke. Radiohead is playing softly from a laptop. “Looks like someone’s having fun,” says Klaus with a chuckle.

Aunt May stands up in shock, ripping the joint from her lips with a cough. She waves her hands around trying to fan away the smoke and turns off the music. “Jesus, Pete! I though you’d still be out….who’s this?”

Peter is flustered and embarrassed on all counts - Aunt May getting high; not getting this guy’s name after what happened on the roof.

“I’m Klaus, Pete’s friend from school.”

May looks Klaus over and then looks back at Peter. “Your friend…from school,” she says with a suspicious half smile. Her eyes are a bit glassy.

Peter realizes what May is implying. “He needed my help, he doesn’t have anywhere to go.”

May nods soberly. She trusts Peter. “Hi, Klaus. I’m Pete’s Aunt Mae. You’re welcome to stay here tonight.” Is there anything I can get you, honey?“ In that moment she reminded Klaus of his own surrogate mother, Grace.

“I’m fine, actually where’s the bathroom? May pointed down the hall. In the bathroom, Klaus searched the medicine cabinet for anything useful. The best he could do was cough syrup with codeine. Not enough to stop ghosts from talking, but maybe enough to mitigate some of the withdraw. He took a swig, flushed the toilet, and stashed the bottle in his jacket pocket.

When Klaus returns to the living room, May had brought an inordinate number of pillows blankets and snacks. May and the boys begin talking, snacking and enjoying each other’s company. The real circumstances of how the boys met eventually comes out.

May was so mellow and fun (perhaps due in part to the THC in her system). Either way, Klaus liked her a great deal and wanted to do for her what he had done for Peter on the roof. He decided to use his power to reconnect May with her dearly departed. Ben had been there listening, laughing, and focusing on her the entire time.

Klaus shot Pete a look as if to ask permission. Pete nodded subtly in agreement. Klaus turned to May on the couch, taking both of her hands in his. May laughed at how awkward it was but she smiled inquisitively. Ben began telling his love how his heart ached for her, how proud he was of her for raising Peter on her own, how he checked in on her to make sure grief did not keep her from finding happiness where she could get it. His love for her was unconditional and he would be waiting for her on the other side.

May’s face was streaming with tears. Her heart was so full in that moment. All the questions she had were answered, all her dreams confirmed. “Thank you,” she said to Klaus through sobs. He gave her hands a light squeeze and dried her tears with the corner of a blanket.

The trio eventually fell asleep - May and Klaus on the couch, Pete in the chair, each of them exhausted but not wanting the night to end.

In the morning, Klaus awoke with a start. It was the usual nightmare - his father locking him in a tomb as a young child in an attempt to develop his power. Klaus looked at Pete and May as they slept, recalling how much last night had meant to them and he considered what happiness his sacrifice could bring. That’s when the full force of withdraw hit him like an immense crushing weight. He remembered the cough syrup in his coat pocket and finished the bottle. He needed something stronger and he needed to get home.

He nudged Peter awake, hushing him so as not to wake up Aunt May. Peter stumbled to his feet and followed Klaus out the door. Unsure if it would even work, Klaus brought Pete to the alley that had brought him to this place. The brick walls bore the familiar graffiti of home and when he turned to the street it rippled like water once again. He hugged Peter goodbye and kissed him on the cheek. “I guess I’ll see you around, Pete.,” Klaus said with a wink. “Take care of our Aunt May.”

Peter smiles, “You know it.” And with that, Klaus disappeared back into the wall.

[areyoureddie]

Stormy Nights (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: Richie and Eddie are both teenagers (roughly 16) and both of their family lives are getting worse, particularly Richie’s. One night Richie cant take it anymore and sneaks through Eddie’s window to stay the night.

Warning(s): Mentions of emotional and mental abuse, cussing, FLUFF/ANGST??? fuck i love reddie

A/N: Hello all! My main account is @edsrich and I wont be posting my imagines for IT here anymore is based around marvel-  but I created this one here! And I livE AND BREATHE for Reddie.  Yes, this takes place whilst the Losers Club are all in their teen years, frankly because I find it easier to write certain things that aren’t as cute and innocent (despite Richie & the other boys being fAR from iNNocent). I hope you enjoy! Feedback, positive and negative is appreciated!

Eddie laid in bed watching ‘Little Shop of Horrors’, whilst wearing a navy shirt and oversized sweats to keep him comfy. It was currently 9PM on a random Wednesday in the middle of Summer, today was a basic day; it involved hanging out with Bill and Richie for the day as Stan, Ben and Mike were busy. 

Ever since the incident that happened back in 1989, some had became distant from the group more than others. Beverly moved away the day after the losers defeated Pennywise itself, whilst Stan slowly distanced himself and Mike seemed to be working a lot. Ben was just busy on this random day and couldn’t hang out with the other boys.

Eddie rumbles a grunt in the back of his throat, sitting up and adjusting his white pillowcases in a more comfortable position and he places his smaller frame back down onto his mattress and continues to watch ‘Little Shop of Horrors’. 

Ripples of lightning sliced through the cloud smothered sky, alongside with the summer showers that poured down upon the town of Derry, which alone created a moody atmosphere for Eddie. Eddie flinched as the crackles from the rumbling thunder shocked him every now and then. Branches tapped against his window as the wind swirled them against the glass repeatedly, too startling the teen.

Suddenly, a large bang- much larger than the small twigs- impacted the glass of the window, causing Eddie to squeak.

The startled boy frantically looked to where the noise was, only to see large bulky glasses and brown curly hair. Richie.

Eddie, at first, thought he was seeing things-  which caused him to raise his hands and wipe his eyes from the sleep that stuck in his inner corners, but to no avail- it was Richie, soaked for that matter.

Eddie stood up, walking over to his window and slowly and silently opened the window- careful not to wake his over protective mother, he quickly helped his best friend into his room with a soft grunt and no noise from Richie.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing here?” Eddie whispered a bit, rain splatting his pale cheeks before quickly shutting the window before any more rain flew inside.

“It’s nice to see you too, Eds.” Richie mumbled, for once not making a snarky remark.

Eddie went over to his door, shutting it before looking over his shoulder. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The corner of Richie’s lips tugged up into his signature smirk at Eddie’s signature remark to his own, as he removed his thick rimmed glasses, attempting to wipe away the droplets that stuck to his lenses. He pushed his fingers inside of his wet shirt and rubbed the material against the glass, his attempts failing.

“Here, hold on.” Eddie sighed, walking up to the taller boy and taking the glasses away and using his own shirt to smear away the droplets, this time much more successfully.

Richie watched, his tongue poking his cheek with his thoughts all over the place- but continued to keep remotely silent unless he was spoken too.

Eddie finished cleaning his friends glasses, before holding them up and putting them on Richie’s face for him, a confused look remaining on his face as he watches Richie’s eyes grow larger due to the lenses that were suited for his eye sight.

“What happened, Richie? Why are you here- I-I mean, I’m not complaining but this is just fucking unusual.” Eddie rambled a bit, a voice crack slipping into his sentance 

This caused Richie to smirk despite the emotions he currently was feeling, Eddie knew his background and what his family was like. He knew his Mother was an alcoholic and that his Father was just plain cruel to him for no apparent reason. Both parents had in fact told him this very night that they would’ve rather had a daughter than for him to even exist. Sure, his Mother was drunk; his Father was beyond stressed, but he was sober and agreed with every word that his Mother slurred.

Not to mention, ‘a drunken mans words is a sober mans thoughts’, even if his Mother wasn’t a man.

“It was them again, Eds.”

Eddie chose to ignore the nickname that he had a love-hate feeling for, instead becoming concerned, “Who?” 

Richie sighed, “Mom and Dad, as fucking usual. I fucking hate them.” His cusses had a bite to them, the brown hairs of his eyebrows furrowing more and more.

Eddie quickly realised the situation, “Oh shit, alright- fuck, um, do you want some of my clothes to sleep in?”

Richie smiled genuinely, glad he had Eddie as his friend. “Yeah.”

Eddie nodded, turning and kneeling as he dug through his pyjama’s drawer, nervously shoving away the porno magazines that were messily tossed at the top of the pile. He as a teenage boy had his needs, but that wasn’t what he was embarrassed about showing or even Richie seeing- he was embarrassed incase Richie saw that his porn stash wasn’t full of lewd pictures of women, but of the opposite gender.

Richie looked around the familiar bedroom, seeing posters of movies that Eddie was fond of and even photographs of him in his childhood and with his friends, being Bill, Stan and himself with Eddie dangling on the end next to Richie.

Richie’s eyes then snapped to the cheap TV, smirking to himself. “Little Shop of Horrors? Really? This is what you come home to and watch for fun?”

Eddie frowned, without looking at Richie. “Little Shop of Horrors is in fact, one of the best movies of all time.” 

“No, Eds, it’s one of your best movies that you like. Hell, it’s a damn musical.” Richie snickered.

“Actually, Richie, it’s labelled as a Science Fiction and Romance movie, which to me is quite entertaining.”

“But it’s funny because you’re watching a movie with ‘Horror’ in the title.”

“Now why is that funny?” Eddie spoke stubbornly, standing up and turning to look at his friend with a shirt and sweatpants in his arms.

“Because you cried in fear watching Jaws, Eds.” 

Heat rose to Eddie’s cheeks, scoffing as he didn’t push the subject any more and dropped the clothes onto his bed.

“I’ll just turn around whilst you change, you can’t leave this room just incase my Mom comes in and see’s you.”

“Your Mom has already seen all of me, Eds.”

“That’s so not funny.” Eddie grumbled angrily, his nose lightly scrunching up at Richie’s words.

Richie rolled his eyes smugly, smirking towards his friend. “Whatever Eds, I’m sure you’ll be tempted to turn around.”

The heat flared even more on Eddie’s cheeks, his eyebrows furrowing and turning around. “Whatever, shut up and change.”

Richie stared at the small boys frame, his eyes wandering for a second as he began to strip and too turning away to look out the window. Awkward silence filled the air, the two boys hearts pounding profusely for each other, without the other knowing it yet.

Richie holds up the shirt once the sweat pants are slid on in front of his bare chest, tilting his head. 

“Now, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”

Eddie turns around, again- his heart pounding in his throat and his blush spreading to his chest. “Put it on, asshole!”

“I don’t like sleeping in shirts dude, you know this.” Richie partly whined this comment, stomping his bare foot lightly against the creaking wood beneath him.

Eddie hesitated his words, “Fine, but don’t be fucking creepy about it.”

Richie hummed in satisfaction, plotting his rear on the bed that belonged to his best friend, bouncing on it for a second. “Your bed is comfy.”

“Oh, thanks?” Eddie tilted his head in confusion before sighing and going to his VHS system, “Since you’re a huge hater on Little Shop of Horror’s, what do you want to watch?”

Richie stood up, walking behind the smaller boy with one hand on the upper side of his body and looking over his shoulder at the selection of VHS tapes to choose from, causing Eddie to stiffen up at first, only centre-meters were between Richie’s bare chest and Eddie’s back. “What do you have for me to choose from?”

“U-Uh, I got Star Wars, Dirty Dancing- um, Back to the Future, Batman-”

“Hold up, did you say Dirty Dancing?”

“Yes, I did. It is a beautiful romance musical about dirty dancing, what more could you want?” Eddie spoke with annoyed sarcasm, frowning, “Just because it’s in my collection, doesn’t mean I watch it dumbass.”

Richie grinned at Eddie’s temper flaring slightly, “Calm down, Eds. Its fine if you want to watch dirty dancing at 1AM, we all understand.” Richie teased, “How about we watch Batman?”

Eddie ignored Richie’s teases once again, before nodding and grapping the VHS tape that was labelled ‘Batman’, taking out Little Shop of Horrors and sliding in the new tape.

The rain poured down heavier and violently pitter pattered against the window, the cold air chilling the two boys equally.

“Nice weather we’re having, don’t you agree?”

“Fucking lovely.” Eddie retorted, chuckling a bit and responding with equal sarcasm.

The two eventually laid down side by side on the bed side by side with the lights off and Batman playing in front of them in low quality. Their arms grazed each other every now and then, as well as their legs too.

“I’m sorry about what happened with your parents.” Eddie whispered over the film’s sound.

Richie took his eyes away from the screen, looking down at his friend. “Don’t be, they’re assholes.”

“They are, but you don’t deserve that shit.”

“Yeah, neither do you though. Your Mom’s a bitch too.” Richie sighed this out, inching closer to Eddie.

“I know but, both of your parents… you know-”

“Hate me, yeah I get it.” Richie mumbled, “I’m not surprised, I’m a shit son. I’d hate me too.”

Eddie sits up lightly, frowning at Richie’s harsh words that were stabs at himself. “Not everyone hates you Richie.”

“I’m annoying, I put up this stupid act and I make unnecessary dick jokes all the time.”

“I don’t hate you…” Eddie trailed off, blushing a bit but hoping it was hidden by the dark room. 

“It’s actually weird to hear someone say that to me, considering I get it all the time.” Richie chuckled dryly, sighing and tilting his head back. “Thankyou, Eds.”

Eddie didn’t even care in this moment that he was called ‘Eds’, but instead rested his head against Richie’s bare chest. Richie was at first startled with wide eyes, his cheeks becoming red instantly. But soon settled, his heart beating heavily and resting one arm around Eddie. His only hope was that Eddie couldn’t hear his heart.

Batman continued to play lowly in the background, but the boys only solely focused on each other and nothing else. Both becoming sleepy as the night carried on and it became later and later, both laying with each other like never before.

Eventually, Richie used his free arm to take his glasses away from his eyes and places them on the side table of Eddie’s bed quietly, yawning whilst Eddie snuggled a little closer sleepily, with lidded eyes.

“You know, Eds? I’m really fucking glad I have you in my life.” Richie whispers to a half asleep Eddie.

Eddie just about lets out a dazed smile with closed eyes, “I love you too, Richie.”

Richie’s cheeks steam up, his eyes widening a bit and he slowly shifts his eyes to the boys well kept head of hair, rubbing his fingers into his shoulder and pulling him closer as Eddie, unknown of confessing his feelings, drifts into a sleep.

Richie then, noticing that his best friend has fallen asleep- leans down carefully, without wakening him, and then presses his chapped lips that had a small taste of cigarettes and candyfloss against Eddie’s temple.

“I love you more, Eds.”

[readthisyouwhores]

THE ADVENTURES OF SHILO BIG BOTS

[Shilo’s POV]

Today! Today is the day I, Shilo, finally get to bone a cute twink, a chubby twink in fact my favourite kind, I miraculously managed to bag on my trip to the local sex shop near town.

Well… I say ‘bone’ but I’m actually quite clueless when it comes to all things sexual. My initial goal for my outing that day was to simply purchase the limited diamond encrusted dildo they finally had on sale. I had actually been planning on getting it since the start of the year…what possessed me to get so distracted to the point where I failed to go through my long awaited transanction at the till will forever be unbeknown to me. It went a little something like this…

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a young teenage male with short stubby fingers yet unusually long legs despite being severely vertically challenged. Out of nowhere I mustered up the courage to talk to him whilst he happened to be browsing the dildo section of the store.

A strong squeeze of the buttocks strangely accompanied the growth of my unexpected confidence… As I made my way towards him I tried my very best to pull off my gayest strut which when I look back on it now mainly consisted of me sticking out my non-existent chest whilst swaying my flat ass side to side. Speaking of my oh-so flat ass…In each of the times I’ve invested in quality butt pads they were always incapable of holding onto the little amount of 'ass’ I have and more often than not ended up sliding through my cute periwinkle booty shorts, the silicone traveling down my legs following a sound similar to that of a phone taking a screenshot as it lands booty side up onto the sidewalk, exposing my derrière of its fat absent nature to the world.

What drew me to this twink was that his body was the very antithesis to mine. The curvature of his tiny body, the way his fat ass stuck out. jiggling with each blink of his beautiful almond shaped eyes. I, shilo aka king of the twinks, just knew I had make this gay fucker mine.

[The next day] (3RD PERSON NARRATIVE]

Shilo woke up in a sweat due to the loud banging on his door.

“Who on earth would knock on someones door at this ungodly hour” Shilo thought to himself.

All of sudden it came back to him, that twink he met in the dodgy sex shop was coming over TODAY.

“Those short stubby fingers of his sure do have a lot of strength in 'em” he gulped.

Shilo hurriedly made his way to the door and peeped through the door viewer. Stunned by the twinks beauty he could feel his spleen vibrating. His eyes followed the curvy or 'Thicc’ (as the kids these days love to say) outline of his meal waiting outside his door.

“Hello? Are you there?” The twink questioned with annoyance present in his tone. His surprisingly deep voice made shilo choke on the saliva he was previously swirling around his mouth whilst analysing the body of his soon to be first.

“Ja ik ben hier- uh I-I m-m-mean yes g-g-gimme one second”

He attempted to turn the door knob but failed to get a hold of it as the nasty thoughts that entered his mind made him sweat profusely. After wiping his hands down he went for the door knob again and held it with his strongest grip.

Behind the door stood the small curvaceous twink shivering as he was in nothing but booty shorts.

“Took you long enough…QUIT STARING I’m freezing my tits off out here” the twink snapped.

“O-oh yeah of course come in… I’m very sorry” shilo  stammered.

“By the way ummm I don’t think I recall asking what your name was? I’m shilo big bots”

“The names Megu…Megumin Bakurestu st.chubbs Mohammed, but you can call me baby girl for today” Megu retorted accompanied with a slight smirk.

Shilo pulled megu towards him.

“Stop with the act, I know you’re pussy just follow me 'baby girl’” shilo purred into megu’s small elvish ears. Making megu weak at the knees and damp between the butt cheeks.

“O-o-k daddy” megu stuttered.

“That’s more like it”

Shilo sat megu down his bed and began palming his hard on.

“YeEeeeeeEee daDdEeeeee” megu screamed.

“dat vindt je leuk tu es mi 'little slutty’” shilo groaned

Shilo ripped off megu’s $200 gucci booty shorts that strangely had some red stains that seemed to be near his butthole shilo was however too aroused to question it.

“Undress me…NOW” shilo said in a deafening screech.

Megu ripped shilo’s clothes apart and began suckling on his nipples which weirdly seemed to be dripping some white liquid…megu was too intoxicated with pleasure to question.

He began making his way down shilo’s body, from his chest to his navel and finally arriving at his stiff white cock.

Megu pulled back shilo’s foreskin to expose the head, swirling his tongue around his sensitive tip.

“eins…zwei…drei…HEIL HITLER” Shilo bleated.

Megu dipped his tongue into his slit making shilo’s knees twitch uncontrollably.

“STOP” shilo boomed.

“Why?…Daddy…do you not like it?” Megu’s voice quivered he appeared to be the verge of tears.

“Megu…No…I love it. I just need something more” He rasped.

“What Daddy Shilo? I’LL DO ANYTHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!” Megu cried.

“Spread your slutty cheeks for me megu..RIGHT…NOW” Shilo ordered.

“B-b-but Daddy Shilo…I have a little Issue with my butt ho-”

“I SAID DO IT” His voice boomed, cutting megu off.

Megu, being the submissive twink he is, obeyed shilo’s orders regardless of the fact that inevitable damage was the only thing to come of shilo butt fucking him, but alas the role of a bottom is to 'always obey no matter what the order’. Megu turned on his stomach and began to meekly spread his sore buttocks apart.

Shilo, clearly not seeing that there was something gravely wrong with the anus he was about to enter, positioned his dick without any lube present (OUCH!) and went straight for it. Megu let out a glass breaking screech of pain. Shilo however took no notice of the hurt he was inflicting upon megu. It was too late Shilo was already deeply buried in megu, thrusting harder with each passing second.

D-d-addY -sHIlO b-b-bIG BOtS please stop. PLEASE" megu begged,his body losing life with each thrust.

“I’m glad you like it b-b-baby girl’

Shilo contiuned to be oblivious to megu’s plees. However one thrust happened to be one too many. Megu’s body slumped down onto Shilo’s bed. His body lay there lifeless not a whimper to be heard. Shilo felt a damp sensation on his leg, his eyes followed the trail of the red substance on his bed and landed on Megu’s blood dripping butthole. Shilo yanked his penis out of megu and began screaming.

"mEGU ARE YOU OKAY?! MEGU WAKE UP!!I DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS BLOOD, I THOUGHT IT WAS CUM WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY?!” Shilo desperately cried out. Shilo was a dumbass he didn’t know that anuses don’t cum. Shilo was now stuck with a dilema now that Megu was dead…to fuck or not to fuck.Unfortunately for Megu’s deceased body…Shilo was closet necrophilic. He continued fucking him for hours on end until his bed had become a pool blood.

“Well…I think I’ve had enough. Time to bury him!” Shilo exclaimed.

The following day Shilo simply decided that it would be extremely disrespectful to bury him in his garden so instead he mailed Megu’s lifeless body to the sex shop where their steamy short lived love story began.

Shilo lived happily ever after despite the fact his dick itched furiously 24/8 to the point where he had to slice it off.RIP.

The end.

[tozierkasqbrak]

Letters from the Heart

There comes a time when no one knows what the hell you’re talking about anymore and you sound like you’re just rambling nonsense. That time comes just in time from Richie when he’s rambling to Stan about some new show he started watching and how “this is the coolest fuckin’ show ever, Uris! You need to watch it, I’ll let you come by and we could talk about it and watch it together!” while Beverly and Eddie sit around gossiping about Bill’s new haircut and how Stan isn’t even paying attention to Richie but the soft sway of the bangs of the other boy. There always seems to be a time and place for everything.

Right after school, the gang splits, Stan to the synagogue, Mike and Ben to the library, Bill and Beverly to the arcade, and Richie and Eddie to the latter’s house. Eddie makes an indignant noise as Richie barrels through the door, waking his mother from her nap. “Sorry mother, he didn’t mean to wake you-Richie shut up for just a second-I promise we’ll be quiet. We have a project to do, so I promise he’ll be gone by dinner.”

“Remember that you need to take your medicine before you leave, alright sweetie?” Her voice is dripping with poison, Eddie gulps as she waves a few fingers at him. “Behave, and I expect that Tozier out of the house before seven. Don’t want his drunk mother coming over here to yell, you know how much I hate the smell of unwashed whore.” Richie makes a loud scoff in defiance, pushing past a silently pleading Eddie.

“What did you say about my mother?!” he roars, fists clenched at his sides. He was not about to punch this woman, oh no. He was saving it for when he and Eddie were alone upstairs and to punch a hole in the wall, make a scene in the sanctity of the other’s room where he can yell and let everything out in confidence.

“You heard me, Tozier.” Sonja stands up now, almost towering over Richie. “I hate the stench of an unwashed, drunken whore.” She smirks smugly, watching Richie’s face twist in confusion and then it drops.

Richie starts crying. First the small hiccups, his shoulders shaking slightly and Sonja can see the tears gather and well in his eyes behind his glasses. Then he starts sobbing, his whole body quivering and his hands unfurl to place themselves over his face. Then the noise starts. His sobbing turns to wailing, head thrown back as he runs past her, past Eddie and out the door. His bag lays at Eddie’s feet, zipper half undone and papers sticking out at all angles. His wails are heard until he stops, sniffling when he reaches the end of the street. Eddie hisses a scathing remark at his mother, grabs their bags and takes off out the door, not bothering to slam the door behind him. “Richie? Richie! Come on, you know she doesn’t like you, why are you letting it get to you like this?” The sniffling in the alley next to him tips him off and he turns, seeing Richie hiding behind an old crate that once held cheeses and a few bags of garbage. “Ah, Trashmouth speaking with his peers. C’mon, get up. We’ll go to the library, maybe find the others and hang with them-”

“No. I wanted to be alone with you and I let your mom get between that because I had to be loud...” Eddie hugs Richie tight, pulling him up. “I wanted to kiss you in your room because I know that you would feel safe and calm in an environment you know that has been cleaned recently instead of somewhere like the Quarry, or the Barrens or even the library-”

“Just shut up, will you?” Eddie says softly, capturing Richie’s lips in a soft kiss. “You could’ve just asked, but you wanted it to be special. How precious.” Richie’s tear streaked face breaks out in a smile, peppering Eddie’s face with kisses as the other giggles, a bright noise filling the shade covered alley. “Stop, it tickles!” A roar of an engine stops the happy mood, Richie covering Eddie’s mouth as they hear a car slowly approach the alley.

“Listen, the fags are as good as dead when we see them.” Oh no, Patrick.

If evil could be reincarnated into a human being to terrorize small children and make teenagers piss their pants like babies, it was Patrick Hockstetter. He was known to make anyone and everyone in Derry fear him, and he knew the perfect way to do it. Richie crawls back further into the trash, pulling Eddie along as the other silently protested. They collide, Eddie’s head crashing into Richie’s sternum and the latter groans, the former throwing a trash bag over them and a cat skitters out from behind them.

“Damn cats... Now where did those two little pansies go?” Eddie makes an indignant noise, Patrick twisting around in excitement. “Did the little fags hide in the trash?”

“Now!” Richie shouts, throwing a trash bag right at Patrick. “Run, Eddie, RUN!” They make a break for it, yelling and tearing down the sidewalk, not caring if they ran into people, they just wanted to get away from Patrick and his goonies. A chuckle is heard form the sewers, persuading a small child walking alone to follow him with the promise “You’ll float too, just like a balloon...”

The two don’t stop until they reach the library, shaking and sweating profusely. “Remind me never to challenge you to a race, Eddie Spaghetti...” Richie says softly, panting out every word as Eddie grabs his aspirator and takes a few seconds to calm down, the medicine running its course through his lungs. “You can run, why aren’t you on the track team?”

“Patrick’s on the team and I don’t want my ass beat every day.” He opens the door, hearing a familiar engine rev as he opens it and runs inside, pulling Richie in with him and slams the door. “Go, now! Find Ben and Mike, I’m gonna find a couple books to read while you get help with geography.”

“But I want you to be my tutor, Mister Kaspbrak!” Richie whines, Eddie scoffing and pushes him toward a table. “You’re no fun, Eds...”

“Don’t call me that!” Eddie hisses, hearing a few people call them to a table. “There. Ben and Mike are over there, go to them and ask one of them to help because I can’t do it either.” Richie moves, feet sliding on the carpet as he makes his way to the duo at the table. “Hey...” Richie turns at the last second to see Eddie blow a kiss to him before he walks into the shelves of books to find what he really wanted.

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