➪𝗧𝗲𝗱𝗱𝘆- 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗗𝗲𝗻𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵

➪𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀- 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀

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Bill started walking up the stairs to y/n's room as her mother let him in. He had been going round the house quite often so her mother had gotten used to him and allowed him in unlike Richie who her mother didn't like with all his bad words and sexual talks. Her mother had grown to like him and usally invited him round when y/n wasn't feeling well or just needed someone to talk to. He was always her mothers first choice for help with her daughter seeing as he made her happy.

He wanted to see her earlier but he got caught up with Richie. Bill wanted to leave Richie to talk with y/n but he never had the chance until Stanley and Eddie showed up. He knew if he left then no-one would notice. Y/n and Bill have been what you call high-school sweethearts. He met y/n in your first year of high school. They bumped into each other almost simultaneously after you locked eyes. Since then the rest is history.

Bill opened the door quite quickly thinking y/n was awake. "Y/n I wanted to ask if you-" he stopped in his tracks. He noticed she was asleep, curtains open and she was on top of the sheets curled up tight with a Teddy. He didn't get a proper glimpse of the teddy until she slowly turned over to her side. The light beaming from the outside onto the teddy that he now saw. A very familiar teddy. Georgies teddy. Bill placed his bag and books,that he had brought over to study for an upcoming test, under her desk and sat at the end of her bed.

Bill began staring at the teddy thinking of georgie and how he had lied about being ill to not play play him on that rainy day. The day played through bill's mind as he remembered georgie waving goodbye and a peircing scream coming from down the street. A tear left his eye as he began looking more at the teddy.

Y/n must of felt someone staring as she almost immediately woke up. "What are you doing here?" She had asked him as he still sat there looking. "I w-was um c-coming round to r-revise for t-the test" he had stuttered. His stuttering had gotten worse over the months and he knew it. "Oh sorry I completely forgot I was out like a light seeing as I didn't get much sleep last night" y/n indicated that it was because of the quarry and especially only Richie. Richie toizer had made them all stop up till midnight just so he could say his new joke about how he fucked Eddie's mom. It was a good joke till you fell asleep on the floor and Richie shook you awake. Bill got her to ride at the end of his bike.

Y/n noticed Bill's constant staring. "You okay?" She asked him. His concentration didn't change he didn't even hear her until she clicked her fingers for attention. "I said are you okay?" He just looked at her and looked down again "that t-teddy it w-was g-georgies" he admitted to her. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know"

Earlier on in the week Bill had said that she could have any teddy she chose to help her sleep well at night. She went through his room and found a teddy that was on his desk. Y/n then took it and had slept with it ever since. Bill at the time didn't know which teddy she took and thought his parents took Georgie's teddy in a box of his stuff.

"I can give it back it's not an issue, I honestly didn't know it was his" Bill shook his head as she said this. "I-it's fine you d-didn't know a-and t-this way I can b-b-be w-with both of y-you" he smiled. He moved himself closer to y/n as she placed her head on his chest. Bill wrapped his arm around her and the teddy laid in-between them as she fell asleep. He placed a kiss on her forehead and then he placed a kiss on Georgie's teddy.

"I wish h-he w-was still h-here, I think y-you would l-like him" "I think I would very much"

After this was said they both fell asleep. Bill woke up an hour later hearing a noise. He silently moved away from y/n and followed the noise. Bill saw a figure with a yellow coat run past like thunder. Here and then got in a second.

Y/n must of felt someone leave because she woke up not long after. "Bill you alri-" she noticed he was gone. She immediately jumped of the bed leaving the teddy and went to find Bill in her house. She heard a noise so of course she followed it. Bill still followed the noise and went down y/n's basement. It was filled with water. Y/n found were Bill was and she ran down the stairs. "You okay what's wrong?" She had asked but he didn't respond. He was lost in thought more or so instead looking at something a yellow coat. He pointed at it. Y/n looked at it and slowly moved down the stairs. "It is just a coat" she reassured him. "You lied and I died" was heard. Y/n heard it and went back to Bill. He held her in his arms. Her body was facing the basement floor and started scanning the room for activity.

Bill was very considerate of you so when he knew that y/n was scared he asked her to "go u-upstairs". Y/n being the stubborn one she shook her head and stayed by his side. Something near the yellow coat moved, legs appeared then even a face. "Georgie" Bill had muttered. Y/n knew this was impossible seeing as georgie was and scientifically dead. More dead than a guy who was shot with blunt force head trauma. "Bill, you sure it's him?" She had asked with more like a whisper tone.

He looked back at her and didn't give her a response. Instead he walked towards the coat, towards the water in the basement and towards the voice. "You lied and I died" was heard again. Y/n started following Bill through the water. "You lied and I died" only being a few centimetres away the voice grew louder. The coat disappeared. Bill and y/n started walking back up the stairs. "You lied and I died" was kept being repeated. Y/n pointed towards a figure that was now infront of then, clear as day it was georgie. Georgie Denbrough. However, his face was different it was covered in a weird substance. "Maybe we should go Bill" she had said to him. The dazzling yellow coat with now the recognised face still kept repeating "you lied and I died" "Bill what's he talking about?" She placed her hand in his as she asked him. "You weren't really sick that day were you?" "N-no I w-wasn't g-georgie" "Bill come on we should go" Bill moved closer towards georgie. Or was was the representation of georgie. Tears fell down bill's face.

"It's not real Bill come on" he didn't listen. Instead he walked closer to the disoriented georgie. Y/n grabbed his arm and dragged him up the basement steps. "W-w-why did y-you do t-that?" She took him back down the basement steps."see, it wasn't real" she then walked up the stairs to her room alone. Bill took one last look before walking up the stairs. He followed her to her room. "Here" She handed him Georgie's teddy. "You need this more than me" he handed the teddy back. "I n-need to l-let go, I c-can s-still be with georgie if you k-k-keep it.

He gave y/n a kiss on her lips before sitting at her desk to study. Shocked at how quick he changed the subject of seeing a representation of georgie, she sat down and started revising with him. "I l-love y-you" Bill came out and said. "I love you too" she smiled.

Chapter 1: Return to Derry

English is not my first Language!

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter

CHAPTERS: 1/?

UPDATES: Slow (very slow)

Fandom: IT

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The bus slowed down as Y/n looked through the window at the familiar streets of Derry. A touch of nostalgia surrounded her as the autumn wind brushed through her hair. The town she hadn't seen for years was now in front of her.

*"Back in Derry."* Y/n sighed, her thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves outside.

As the bus stopped at the edge of town, a mix of excitement and uncertainty washed over her. Her mother had taken her away after her parents' separation. But now she was returning to her father and beloved sister, Beverly.

Stepping off the bus, her gaze fell on the house that once was her home. Beverly stood on the sidewalk, a radiant smile on her face.

*"Y/n! You're finally back!"* Beverly embraced her sister tightly.

*"I've missed you so much, Beverly."* Y/n reciprocated the hug, but her eyes betrayed a deep sadness.

They entered the house together. Beverly's joy was palpable, but the atmosphere inside was tense. Their father sat in the kitchen, engrossed in the newspaper. Y/n felt a pang in her chest as she noticed his cold gaze.

*"Hello, Dad."* Y/n attempted a friendly greeting, but his silence spoke volumes.

Sensing the tension, Beverly tried to lighten the mood. *"Isn't it great that Y/n is back?"* she said with an encouraging smile.

While Beverly warmly welcomed her sister's return, Y/n‘s resentment toward her father hung heavy in the air.

Their father didn't even lift his gaze from the newspaper. The chill in his silence was like an icy shadow over the room.

*"Well, we'll see."* Y/n tried to conceal her uncertainty, but the silence seemed louder than any conversation.

Beverly led her sister to her old room, now a mix of memories and forgotten items. The creaking of the door and the sight of the familiar space brought Y/n back in thought.

*"You can settle in here. It's still the way you left it."* Beverly tried to dispel the melancholy in the air.

*"Thank you, Beverly. You're still the best."* Y/n forced a smile, but the pain of her absence permeated the room.

The next hour passed in an uncomfortable silence as they tried to bridge the past.

*"I'm going into town to run some errands."* Beverly eventually broke the silence. *"We can talk later."*

After Beverly left, Y/n looked at her father, who was still engrossed in his newspaper. The room seemed to shrink as the unspoken conflict between father and daughter cast heavy shadows.

*"Why did you come back?"* her father suddenly said, without lifting his gaze.

*“Mother said it was time.“ * she felt her voice tremble.“*

*"It wasn't my decision to let you go. It was hers."* His words were icy, and her heart sank.

*"You've never treated Mother, me, and Beverly well. That's why Mother left you."* her voice cut through the tension in the room as she accused her father.

He glared at her angrily, but before he could respond, the door opened, and Beverly entered, holding a bag from shopping. She seemed To feel unwell and tried to go to her room.

*"Whatcha got there?“* Her father went to Beverly, asking about the contents of the bag.

*"Just some things."* Beverly replied briefly.

*"Like what?"* he persisted. He took the bag from her, looked inside, and noticed the tampons she had purchased. He glanced back with a subtle grin, gently touching her cheek. Y/n observed the strange and inappropriate gesture as Beverly tensed up and flinched slightly. He then smelled her hair, took hold of her ponytail, and uttered, *"Tell me you're still my little girl."* Beverly's response was a resigned *"Yes, Daddy."* With that answer, he appeared satisfied and released her.

Beverly reacted by quickly retreating to her room. Her sister, who had witnessed the entire bizarre scene, found the interaction between father and daughter peculiar.

He gave Y/n a final glance and returned to his previous activity. She understood that the previous discussion they had was closed for him.

After Beverly disappeared into her Room, Y/n went to her room with mixed feelings. The argument and the bizarre encounter between her father and Beverly had turned the first day of her return into an unexpected drama.

The house, once a safe haven, now seemed permeated with unspoken words and hurt feelings. The first day of her return held more conflicts than she had expected, indicating that the challenges in Derry had only just begun.

IF THE MONSTER UNDER YOUR BED NEVER HURT YOU, MAYBE IT WAS THERE TO PROTECT YOU. 🎈

Author's note; I used to have strange dreams as a kid. This story is heavily inspired by a series of dreams I had during my tween years.

Did you ever dream not of a scenario recurring, but continuing?

!!!!! The reader is a teenager. The relationships described in the fic are strictly platonic. My poor attempt at writing a threatening & scary environment is the only warning. And Pennywise (a clown) is a warning himself I guess. This is a very weird inner child comfort thing for me, I apologise😞

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A piece from my losers to lovers, Richie x reader fanfic on Wattpad.

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"Hey first you said the Barrens,  now you're saying the sewer, I mean...what if we get caught." Eddie questioned.

"W-we won't Ed's." Bill stated.

"The sewers are public works." I added, responding to my brother.

"We're the public aren't we?" Bill asked.

"Hey, n/n! Come here." Richie called and I walked over to him by the sink. Richie was the only one who called me n/n, I liked it.

"Stay still." He instructed. Before I could protest he was sticking a bright red Bandaid on my cheek where all the scrapes from earlier were.

I laughed, looking in the decorative mirror that was mounted on the kitchen wall.

"This looks ridiculous." I smiled.

"But doesn't your cheek feel better?" Richie asked a little smugly.

I made a small gap between my fingers, gesturing 'just a tiny bit.'

Richie smiled and I smiled back.

"Hey Eddie these your birth control pills?" Richie got distracted by the medicine cabinet again.

"Yeah and I'm saving it for your sister, this is private stuff!" Eddie yelled back and closed the cabinet.

"I could use them for your sis-" Richie started.

"DON'T Tozier!" I yelled. With a tiny smile I couldn't hide, I walked out of the kitchen, and as soon as my back was turned my cheeks turned a deep shade of maroon.

I heard Bill and Richie giggling at the statement as Eddie yelled at Richie, going full protective brother mode.

I snuck around the back, while the boys went out the front because mom didn't like me hanging around a bunch of boys, she also couldn't see my busted lip or cheek, she would freak and for the cherry on top I wasn't wearing clothes she'd approve of, in other words not a dress.

I walked down the back steps towards my bike, I tried to push it toward the front of the house to meet the boys, but it wouldn't budge. I frowned and kept trying. It was stuck on a metal pipe for the watering system.

"Come on you piece of shit!" I whispered as I tried my best to get it to move.

Just as Richie came around the corner to see what was keeping me so long I lifted up the back tire which ripped the pipe and water began to spray everywhere.

I screamed, dropping the bike.

Richie just laughed. He walked over to the pipe, both of us already sort of soaked.

"I don't think becoming a handyman is the route for you." Richie smiled.

"Oh well there goes my plan." I sighed heavily, water dripping from my hair.

I watched through a squint, trying to keep water out of my eyes as Richie reattached the pipe and the water stopped.

I sighed thankfully.

"Thanks." I smiled. "The bike was stuck, so I tried to pull it up but um....I broke it." I explained.

Richie pushed my bike down next to me, and brushed off his hands on his jeans.

He nodded. "You okay?" He asked me, looking at my cheek once more. It made me smile that he cared so much about something so small.

"I'm okay...the bandaid helped." I joked, noticing how close he was to me.

He smiled but never stopped making eye contact.

"Now I can really make the pain go away." He said, i was confused until he held my jaw and placed a soft, small kiss on top of the bandaid.

I was frozen still, I had felt his wet hair on my forehead and my whole body filled with butterflies, and I was smiling uncontrollably as he began to jog back to the others. I heart was pounding and my head was racing.

I bit my lip in excitement looking at where he disappeared to, I held my hand up to my cheek hovering over the spot he had kissed, not wanting to touch it and ruin the ghost of his lips.

I picked up my bike and ran to the others. Joining them as Richie explained why we were both soaked.

Love is like a sickness, so stay the f- away please :) |Losers club

Okay so i have an idea for a one-shot so I'm just gonna write it real quick before i lose it

Some of the lines on here we're found from TikTok and i don't remember where i saw them sooooo credits to my fyp!!!

Key words: y/n - your name

Losers club x fem!reader platonic!

Basically an AU where the reader and Beverly are best friends the reader has a shit sense of humor and makes jokes all the time (kind of like a girl version of Richie) and Bev keeps drooling over a boy from the losers club *cough* *cough* bill *cough* and its so obvious that a blind person can see it

Anyway before i spoil anything else let's just continue

Warnings: cursing

---No one's pov---

"sup Bev." Y/n said as she walked up behind her friend, Beverly, she jumped at the sudden voice, "spying on your future boyfriend again?" She asked as she giggled, her friend blushing in embarrassesment, "Stoooooooppppp he's not my boyfriend." Beverly said, fully facing towards y/n now, "i said future boyfriend, not current boyfriend, didn't i?" Y/n laughed as Bev punched her lightly in the arm, "c'mon let's go, they're gonna get suspicious if we keep talking behind them." Y/n said grabbing her ginger haired friend by the wrist and dragging her to the losers

"sup losers!" Y/n yelled as she finally let go of Beverly's wrist, "what are y'all talking about?" She asked, Beverly soon standing next to her looking down, "n-nothing much, j-just planing to g-go to the q-quarry." Bill stuttered, "yeah are you lady's coming with?" Richie asked as he pointed towards y/n and Beverly, "we'll think about it-" "yes! We'll come along!" Beverly cut y/n off making her roll her eyes, knowing her whole attention was going to be directed at Bill, "awesome see you a bit after school!" Stanley said as he started walking away, the rest of the losers following him

"way to go lover girl, you just made me waist my free time." Y/n groaned as she looked towards Beverly, "well that's not my problem because you're coming with me." She said grabbing y/n's wrist and dragging her to their next class, "sometimes I wonder why i am even your friend."

"That's because you love me."

"Oh please i would rather be friends with a trashcan- oh wait, I'm already with one."

"Haha very funny now quit letting me drag you and pick up the pace!"

-----time skip-----

"well it looks like we're the first ones here." Y/n said as they approached the cliff looking down at it, sending a shiver up y/n's spine, "well might as well get undressed, hope you have non see through underwear." Beverly said as she started to take off her shirt followed by taking down her trousers, "jeez could have given me a heads up!" Y/n yelled as she turned away, "sorry thought you wouldn't mind." Beverly shrugged, y/n huffed and took off her clothes as well

They soon heard multiple bikes approaching as they both turned around to see all of the loser's, "well you're here early." Ben said as he threw his bike on the ground, "yeah Bev couldn't just wait to see Bill nake-" y/n was cut off by a hand to the mouth, "i just couldn't wait to go swimming!' she yelled, y/n just rolled her eyes, as she licked Beverly's hand, Bev moved her hand in disgust, "well now you have to turn your heads, unless you wanna see my big dic-" "hey Bev wanna jump in first? Great!" Y/n didn't even wait a second and pushed Bev off the cliff as she jumped in seconds after, after they both surfaced Bev gave y/n a death glare, "what did i ruin your chances of seeing Bill's penis?" Y/n asked, Bev rolled her eyes and pushed y/n's head underwater

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Y/n and Beverly were currently sitting on a rock, the rest of the loser's decided to stay in the water for a little longer, Beverly looked at Bill with hearts in her eyes as y/n gagged at the sight, "he's so dreamy." Bev sighed, "He looks like a horse." Y/n proclaimed, "horses are cute!" Bev said tearing her gaze off of Bill to look at y/n, "well he's definitely the ugly type." Y/n said, Bev slapped y/n on the back of the head, "ow! What was that for?!" Y/n yelled, "for being a dickhead." Beverly said and y/n just rolled her eyes

Soon all of the loser's were out if the water and sitting on the rocks just talking, it started to get dark and slowly each loser started to leave, the only ones left were Beverly, Bill and Y/n "yeah I think i sould go." Y/n said as she stood up from the rock and started to get dressed, leaving as quickly as she came, leaving Beverly and Billy alone, "sooooo." Bev started

"i like you!" Bill yelled without a stutter, and before Bev could reply he smashed his lips against her's, Bev melted in to the kiss and as they pulled apart their heads turned quickly when they heard a twig snap, they saw y/n reaching for something on one of the rocks "heh... Sorry for ruining your cheesy moment but i forgot my socks... I'm just gonna- yeah bye!" She ran towards her bike and left the two in embarrassesment, "s-so wanna g-get some ice cream tomo-rrow?" Bill asked as he turned towards Bev locking eyes, "that would be great." She breathed out as they slowly leaned in and kissed

A flashing light was seen from their left as they looked to see y/n standing there with a Polaroid camera, "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Bev yelled, "what i want to have as many pictures of you as possible before you pass away, because im sure as hell not gonna get your sickness!" She yelled, swinging her fist in the air

"For the last fucking time y/n it's called love!"

"do i look like i give a shit on what your sickness is called!?!"

"it's not a god damn sickness you dumb bitch!"

"Oh who's gonna be called a dumb bitch when you're on your death bed huh?!"

Hillow everyone hope y'all's are having a great day/ night/ afternoon, hope you liked this one-shot and I'm sorry for all of you Benverly shippers, i ship them to so this hurt my heart but Bev did like Bill in it chapter one so it had to be done :(

Anyway as always I'll be checking for any spelling mistakes in the morning!

Bye!!!

Hey do you take requests for Timothee Chalamet? if so I'd love one where he's sick from eating too much chocolate on the Wonka set and the female reader takes care of him

PAIRING Timothee Chalamet x fem!reader

A/N I love Timmy sm, hope you enjoy it!!!

WARNINGS mentions of vomiting/over eating. Shitty dialogue.

There were groans coming from the bathroom, waking you up from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you reach over and grab your phone from you bedside table. Turning it on, you winced at the light, quickly turning down your brightness. Once that was done, you checked the time.

4:27 am. A ghastly time for anyone to be awake. You turned off your phone and went to go snuggle back into Timothee, only to realise that he’s not there, which causes you to also realise the reason why you awake.

Another groan came from the bathroom. You sighed as you stood up out of bed and curiously walked toward the ensuite. Opening the door, you were once again, blinded by a light. Blinking away the brightness, you looked around the bathroom only to find Timmy leaning over the toilet.

You suddenly felt more awake, and you immediately kneeled down next to him, pushing his hair back. Timmy groaned again before vomiting once more. You rubbed his back in sympathy, “it’s okay baby, let it out.”

Timothee groaned as he pulled his head out of the toilet, “go back to bed, Y/N/N. I’m okay.”

You rolled your eyes. You knew Timothee had an issue with letting people help him. Being with him for 3 years, you can’t count the amount of times you tried to help him with things and him denying the help.

“Timmy, your obviously not okay. Please just let me help.” You tell him as you cup his face with your hands. He puts his hands on top of yours as he nods slowly, before gagging and throwing up in the toilet once more. You stand up and walk over to the sink to wash your hands. After you do that, you grab a face washer from one of the drawers and wet it.

You walk back over to Timmy with the washer in hand. He looks up at you and you almost cry with how much pain he looks to be in. You give him a small smile as you wipe his face. You flush the toilet, and stand up once more. “I’ll be back in a second, okay baby?” You tell him, only receiving a small nod in return.

You walk out of your guys bedroom and into the kitchen to grab a bucket. When you return, you see Timmy leaning against the bathroom door with a frown on his face. You give him a small smile before placing the bucket next to his side on the bed. “Did you brush your teeth?” You ask him and he nodded, crawling into bed with you. He snuggles his face into your chest before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“When did you start throwing up?” You question.

“I don’t know.” Timmy tells you. “I first threw up yesterday morning, but today my stomach is just not agreeing with me. I threw up twice before you came to help me.” He says.

You rub his back in sympathy. “Maybe it’s from all the chocolate you’ve been eating. I noticed you only had dinner on Monday but go through like, several packets of chocolate.”

Timothee looks deep in thought before agreeing with you, “your probably right…”

“I always am.” You tell him with a small laugh before getting comfortable yourself. “Maybe you should lay off chocolates for a few weeks.”

“Yeah, probably.” He mutters. You can feel Timmy’s body start to relax before you hear small snores from him. Leaning over, you turn off your bedside light, before falling asleep yourself.

A/N call me Bill Denbrough cause I dont know how to end a story!!!! 🤙

hoped you liked it though anon 💕

✧ SPIDER BOY

“King of thieves!”

In which- bill always loved a girl he knew he couldn’t have someone the old classic bill denbrough couldn’t have. But could spiderman have her?

pairing: SpiderMan!bill denbrough x fem!reader

PARTS !- pt 1 !

PLAYLIST !- SPIDERBOY

✧ Starring !

-bill denbrough as Spider-Man

-Bill denbrough a 16 year old loser still with the group hes been with since he was 11 joining the school baseball team game him a bit of a not so much loser pass tho Just a normal little guy but not so much..

b.d: S-sorry d-d-didn’t mean to s-stare ur j-Just p-pretty.. W-Wait! Not l-like that!

S.m: H-hey beautiful w-what’s a girl Like y-you Doing out here?

Y/n L/n as the Highschool sweatheart

-Y/n l/n the 16 year old violin and soccer player definition of a parents perfect kid atleast from the adult perspective secretly a playful kid who would rather live her own life then be the perfect kid maybe a spider can help with that…

Y.l: Never thought I’d fall for a baseball player but I guess your an exception..

Y.l: hey Spidey i was wondering when I’d see my favorite insect again.

✧ Featuring !

Stanley Uris- Bills Bestfriend

Eddie Kaspbrak- signature germaphobe

Richie tozier- 1# lady lover (allegedly)

Mike Hanlon- the babysitter

Ben Hanscom- shakespear in disguise

Beverly marsh- the Juliet to Romeo (Ben)

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nap time ♡ bill denbrough

♡ pairing: bill denbrough x fem!reader

a/n ♡ first tumblr post! i’ve been writing fics for a few years now, but i’ve started to really like my work & want to share it! please send requests !

♡ summary: reader goes to bill’s baseball game, and afterwards, they fall asleep cuddling <3

♡ word count: 376 :)

♡ one week ago ♡

you climb onto the bed, and lie your head on bill’s chest, your cheek against his shirt. “i missed you.” you mutter lazily. he’d been at one of his baseball games, and you’d been bored out of your mind at home. “it’s buh-been an h-hour.” he replies, his hands moving to your head, starting to play with your hair. “a very long hour.” you hear him chuckle softly. “muh-maybe you should c-come next t-t-time.” he suggests. “really?” you lift your head from his chest and look at him. he nods, a small smile on his face.

you bounce on your heels, waiting for bill to come over to the bike rack, where you’d agreed to meet. after what feels like forever, you spot him walking towards you. “bill!” you exclaim, running towards him with your arms out. you see a smile light up his face, and he stretches his arms out as you reach him. “that was so cool!” you say, your voice muffled by his arms around you. “y-yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “mhm! you’re really good.” he kisses the top of your head, “th-thank you,” before pulling away from the hug, “you r-ready to go?” he asks, and you nod. the two of you walk the short distance to the bike rack. you hop onto your bike, a cherry red cruiser with a woven basket, and bill gets onto silver.

you’re lying on your back on bill’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the shower. “hurry up!” you call out, partially joking. a moment later, he opens his bedroom door, and you sit up. pulling a ringer tee over his head, he says “j-jesus christ, y/n, be puh-patient.” you shake your head. “i was! you just take forever in the shower!” he rolls his eyes, but you can see a small smile on his face. “yeah, oh-okay.” he walks over to his bed, and you move so he can get comfortable. lying down on his back, he motions you back, patting his chest. you smile, and lay your head down, closing your eyes. “‘m gonna take a nap,” you mumble sleepily, feeling his hand on your head, stroking your hair. “a-alright. s-sleep well, y-y/n.” you smile. “you too, bill.”

— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

warning: cheesy teen romance, this is bad tbh, feelings, language (I mean it's IT), a bit angst, negative self image. Also not everything goes as per the movie.

note: don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

"You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?" Beverly asked Ben with a sly smile.

You watched Bill staring at her. Looking as if she's the only girl he's ever seen. As if, she meant the world.

Whereas he was yours.

"Hey, y/n," she greeted. "Hi, Bev."

Richie seemed confused as to why you were talking to her. "You know her?" He questioned stupidly.

"We have history together you dimwit," you replied annoyed.

You noticed Beverly has cut her hair, now she looked more beautiful than you, you thought. You stood no chance with Bill your mind told you, breaking your heart to millions of pieces.

However, you were not the only one who noticed Bev's hair.

"Your h-h-hair. It looks b-beautiful", Bill noticed too and seemed quite fascinated with it judging by the look in his eyes.

Beverly muttered a small thanks and they both stood there awkwardly. No one making a sound. It was making you want to gag with the looks they sent eachother.

"We're going to the qu-quarry tomorrow. You can come too." Bill offered with the same smitten smile.

You huffed. It was a ritual only for the losers to jump from the cliff at the Quarry. You did that every year and just the five of you.

It's not that you didn't liked Bev. But having a crush on Bill with Bill having something with Beverly made you jealous. You wanted to be the one Bill stared at with those loving eyes. But seeing them two standing next to each other, it was pretty clear who he wanted. And it was most certainly not you.

"You dipshits stay here or do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go home. It's getting late anyway. Fuck you all!"

The losers stared at you as you rode away. They knew something was up you've never acted this way before. Bill knew something was wrong. You sounded annoyed to him. He needed to find you and had to talk to you. You meant more to him than anything else. If you were sad, he wanted to make you smile. If you were angry, he needed to know why.

"Come if you can, B-ev. I have to g-go," he told Beverly and the gang collectively, he too picked up his bike and rode after you.

"When will they get together already. It's getting kinda annoying honestly," Richie sighed the others humming in agreement.

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

"Oh Bill's got a crush on y/n. Everyone except y/n knows it." Stan answered on behalf of everyone. Beverly nodded walking away.

Bill found you sitting by the lake. The place you always go to when you need to be alone. He slowly parked his bike and progressed towards you.

"Why you here?" You asked bitterly knowing it was Bill. He always found no matter wherever you were.

"What? A-m I not a-a-allowed to check on m-my best f-friend?" He said, sitting down beside you, looking over the lake.

Best friend. How you hated the word. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Bev in your room or something? I don't know man. I don't seem to be important enough anyway." You muttered with your head low.

He sighed. Both of you knew he didn't allow anyone in his room other than you. "Okay I-I know some-thing, something's wrong. What is it, y-y/n?"

You finally looked up at him from your lap. Eyes red with tears

"I can't pretend anymore Bill! I-I love you, and and I hate myself for it. I know you like or much rather love Beverly. She's so beautiful and perfect. It's impossible to not love her," you paused taking a breath. "I'm tired of being best friends! I want to be more than that to you, Bill but it's pretty sure it's not going to happen!"

Bill sat without a word processing what he heard. Everything was so silent the only sounds are of your quite sobs.

"What d-do you think I l-like Beverly?" He questioned back.

"What?"

"I asked, Why do y-y-you think I like h-her?"

You breathed in softly. "Well, there's the way you look at her in school and now too. As if she means everything to you.".

"It's b-been you, Y/n. It's always been you s-s-since the fourth gr-grade. It's been four y-years and still you've been th-the one," Bill was now turned to you, holding your face in his hands. "I feared you'll n-never like me t-t-that way s-so I thought it was best fo-for me to just m-move on. But, you've always b-b-been the one to have m-my heart," his thumbs wiped the still falling tears from your eyes.

He touched your forehead with yours, staying that way for several minutes on the quietness. "Can i-i kiss y-you?" He whispered softly.

"Yes, please."

His hands held your face so tenderly as if you'd break any moment. The kiss was slow, your lips moving in sync with his. You pulled away, bright red blush covering your cheeks.

He seemed rather surprised when you pulled away. "Woah th-that was b-better than the pl-play," he chuckled, making you laugh.

"W-Will you be my g-girlfriend?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

He pulled you in by the waist to kiss you again.

"You guys do know we can see you two right?" Richie shouted from across the road.

"Shut up, Richie!" You and Bill both shouted back in unison, smiling at the gang.

☆ request list | j.b

what i can/will write!

x reader [y/n, __, ect.] fluff, angst, smut character x character

what i will not write!

basics [r4cism, p3dophilia, ect.] smut for characters/persons under 18 y/o/a [including actors.] smut for ageless characters/persons. heavy gore. romanticization of SA, Gr00ming, SH, R4pe, ED's. abuse + physical/emotional cheating.

fandoms/persons i currently write for!

Trap House! Jake Webber. Sam Golbach. Colby Brock.

Youtubers! Tara Yummy. Johnnie Guilbert.

Spider-Man! Peter Parker [earth-199999/Tom Holland] Peter Parker [earth-120703/Andrew Garfield] Peter Parker [earth-96283/Tobey Maguire] Hobie Brown

IT [2019]! Bill Denbrough [19] Beverly Marsh [19] Richie Tozier [19 + Male Reader ONLY] Eddie Kasprak [19] Mike Hanlon [19] Ben Hanscom [19]

IANOWT! Stanley Barber Sydney Novak Dina Bryant Brad Lewis

masterlist.

Eddie Kaspbrak x Y/n

Time takes to read: 5 minutes and 32 seconds

Contains swear words

Tw:Vomiting, abuse

Vomiting comes in paragraph 3

You sat their across the pavement on your bike riding down the long,stony road as someone stops you. "Fucking slut" a voice yelled as they knocked you down from your bike earning a groan as you fall on your back landing on a stone. Hanging with the so called 'Losers' indicated you being a target from Henry Bowers and his goons. You slowly got yourself up from the floor as Henry had his arms forcefully wrapped around your waist. "I'll give you one last chance to stop hanging with those losers or I'll beat your ass" he told you. He stared into your eyes awaiting a response. "I am still going to hang with them" you dreaded what Henry was going to do now you picked your side. "You do realise I'm gonna beat you now" his face formed a big smile. Your breath hurried an unsteady pace as you dreaded the worst. He pounded his fist as your face making you tumble down onto your back. Henry grabbed hold of your arms on the pavement as he kicked you in your stomach. He sat on your legs and got his knife. Henry began carving the words loser in your arm. A noise was heard, a very familiar noise. Bikes and voices. It was the 'losers' voices. Henry and his goons fled the scene and left you on the floor. You quickly grabbed hold of your bike and started peddling.

"Hey y/n wait up where you going?" Stanley asked. A smile formed on Eddie's face but soon faded once he realised you were hurt. "Holy shit what happened to you?" Eddie asked. You quickly wiped your tears from your face "nothing I'm fine" was all you said as you began peddling quickly to your house. You left the losers club in shock as Eddie went to where you came from. He saw Bowers knife on the ground. "Bowers" Eddie told everyone.

Once you got home you took a nice long shower. Even though it pained you through the open cuts. You got changed into a pair of jeans and crop top. To hide the word,bowers carved into your arm you put a hoodie on. A knock was heard on the door and you opened it to see your friends. Ben, Beverly, Bill, Richie, Mike, Stanley and Eddie at the door wanting to come in. "Now isn't a good time I'm sorry" you said as you began shutting the door but a hand stopped you from shutting it fully. "We just wanna talk" Eddie told you. You looked at them and let all of them come in. "W-w-why didn't y-you say a-anything?" Bill asked you. You almost immediately knew what he was asking about. The Bowers incident. "I don't know what your talking about" you averted your gaze to anywhere but your friends. Eddie handed you Bowers knife but he was wearing gloves. "Why the hell are you wearing gloves?" Beverly muttered to Eddie. "I don't know all the germs that are on that knife" he replied. "You do realise if Bowers sees you with this your all dead" you told them. "I knew we shouldn't of picked it up but you insisted" Eddie said to Stanley. Stanley rolled his eyes and ignored Eddie. You felt a sickness in your stomach as placed the knife on the table. "Please excuse me" you said as you ran upstairs to the toilet. You felt an urge to be sick and almost immediately you were.

"Go check on her!" Beverly ushed Eddie. "Why me?" "Because dufus wait do I even need to explain myself. Just go!" Eddie did as he was told after he hesitated. He walked up the stairs "y/n you alright in there?" He asked. "Go I wouldn't advise you be within 5 metres of this" you threw up once again and you knew he was still behind that door. "I said go, I don't want you to make yourself go through this. I know how you get with stuff like this" you could still hear him behind the door. For once he was stubborn but definitely not the right time to be. You shut your eyes as you heaved into the toilet. You heard the door open and knew Eddie was coming in. You felt his hand trace down your back. "Why are you here?" You asked him. He sat down crouching on his feet in the bathroom "Because I wanna be here for you, I wanna make sure your alright" he replied. You looked at him before looking down "I'm sorry" he looked at you confused. "What for?" "This, I should of told you what's been going on with Bowers but I was just scared. Scared that if I told anyone you all would be hurt" by now a tear had escaped your eyes. He wiped your tear using his finger. "I'm also sorry for making you come in here when I know you hate germs and this is a germ breeding ground" "trust me I wouldn't of come in here if I thought you were fine. You don't need to tell any of us about Bowers if you don't want to" he let out a small smile. You slowly moved your hoodie sleeve from one arm and showed Eddie what Henry had done. "He did that?" He asked. His tone wasn't as normal to how he usally sounds. His tone sounded more deep with abit of fury. You nodded you head as he stood up with you and gave you a hug "thanks for telling me" you hugged him back "your welcome" "I'll meet you downstairs yeah?" You nodded. You flushed the toilet, washed your hands and brushed your teeth.

You walked downstairs and sat down whilst everyone looked worried. "You okay?" Mike asked. "I feel like I got hit by a truck but yeah I'm fine now" you smiled at Eddie. "You know what lets forget about what happened and put a film on" you suggested. You grabbed two films and asked everyone to vote for one. Once the decision was made you all sat down on the sofa watching the film. Half way through the film you fell asleep on Eddie. His arms wrapped around your neck. "Eds looks like you'd make a good sofa" Richie joked as he saw you asleep. "Shh keep it down your gonna wake her up" he smiled at you and looked at the film. "She's had a rough day just let her be" Eddie told everyone

You Have A Cute Face/ Bill Denbrough x Reader:

I was riding my bike around Derry bored out of my mind. I really didn't want to go to the movies because the movies weren't really interesting. I didn't wanna go to the library because the librarians creep me out. And I sure as hell didn't want to go anywhere around the Bowers Gang.

I honestly don't feel like getting myself killed today so I'm just playing it safe. I really didn't know what Bill or any of the Losers were doing so I finally decided to go to the quarry for a swim. As I got there and was sitting down I seen the Losers Club. They were down near the creek at the bottom where you swim to after jumping off the cliff.

I was at the top of the cliff getting ready to look down at the water and rest. "Hey Losers" I shouted down at them. They all look up and seen me. I waved at them and they all waved at me. I then walk back from the cliff and remove my shirt and pants. I was now just in my bra and underwear. I didn't really have anything on me besides my bike. Which the losers left up here as well so I just put my bike near theirs.

I then run and jump off the cliff doing a flip on the way down. "WHAT THE FUCK" I heard Richie scream. I then hit the water and go under. I come back up and swim towards them. "How was that" I asked the Losers. "That was Awesome Y/n" Richie said smiling.

"Thank you Richie" I said laughing. I go and sit down beside Beverly. "So what are you all doing" I asked. "We actually are just hiding from Bowers as usual" Eddie said being sarcastic. I laughed at the joke. "Same here actually that's the amazing thing about being in the Losers Club" I said.

They all laughed with me at that joke. I smile and lay down resting in the shade. "It's so peaceful today" I whispered. Beverly layed down beside me resting as well. "Yeah it feels nice" Beverly added.

After having a nice time at the creek with the Losers we all decided to go home. Me and Bill live three houses down from eachother so he walked me home. "You look really pretty today Y/n you have nice style" Bill said. I smiled at Bill and giggled.

"Has anyone told you that you have a cute face Bill" I said. Bill blushed at what I said and started to stutter. "I-I-I no one has a-act-actually told me t-t-that Y/n" Bill said. I smiled and then kissed his lips. Bill kissed me back and froze.

"Well you do and by the way your a really good kisser" I said. I started to walk away to go inside until Bill grabbed my hand. He pulled me towards him and he kissed me again. "I th-think your face is c-c-cute too" Bill whispered smiling.

I put my head into his neck as I blush at what he said. "Th-thank you for walking me home" I said to Bill stuttering a bit since I was nervous. Bill walked me to my front door and looked at me. "Are you doing anything tommorow" Bill asked.

I smiled and looked at him. "No I'm not actually" I said. Bill nodded and then smiled. "D-Do you wanna h-h-hangout tommorow" Bill asked. I nodded my head yes. I mean Bill is cute and I have had a crush on him awhile. "Yeah sure" I said.

Bill nodded his head and smiled more. "Alright I will come by tomorrow and pick you up." Bill said. Then Bill walks down the porch and walks home with his bike. "Bye Y/n" Bill said. I smiled and watched him walk away. "Bye Bill" I said.

I turn around and walk into my house. I actually was really happy about tommorow and I could tell that Bill was as well. I mean he didn't even stutter when he told me he would be here tommorow.

Stutter Problems

Bill Denbrough x Male Reader

Prompt - “I personally love everything about you”

“Come one Bill” Y/n pushed as he faced Bill. He and Bill were sitting on his bed. But Bill wasn’t talking. He hadn’t talked all day. Y/n thought that Bill didn’t feel like talking, didn’t have anything to say, or was sad. Bill tended to get quiet when he was sad.

But now that they were alone in Y/n’s bedroom Y/n was trying to get Bill to talk. “What’s wrong?” Y/n had asked, and it felt like the tenth time he’s said it. Bill just shook his head as he looked at his lap.

Bill didn’t feel like talking. Not with his stutter. Bill didn’t like his stutter. It made him hard to understand. Everyone at school, except for the losers, bully him for it.

Bill had tried to fix it. By standing in front of a mirror and trying to talk without a stutter. But it didn’t work, it never did. Nothing worked. So Bill decided that he would be mute. He wouldn’t talk.

And so far, it was working. Bill thought he could pull this off. Until now. Because it was very hard not to talk when his boyfriend was sitting in front of him begging him to talk. “Please?” Y/n had asked in a hurt voice.

He felt sad that he couldn’t help his boyfriend. That was his job. Yet he couldn’t do it. And for Bill, that was when the flood gates shot open. Tears started pouring down Bill’s face as he tried to wipe them away.

Y/n was shocked, but he quickly got over the shock and pulled Bill into his lap. Y/n wrapped one of his arms around Bill’s waist as the other went to play with his hair.

Bill wrapped his arms around Y/n waist and buried his head in Y/n’s shoulder as he cried. Bill sobbed as Y/n tried to calm him. But eventually, Y/n was able to slow Bill’s crying.

Tears were still falling down his face, but he had stopped sobbing. And that was progress in Y/n’s eyes. “Now” Y/n said “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Bill removed his head and looked in Y/n eyes.

Y/n was looking at Bill softly. With no anger. Bill felt safe. So he told Y/n. “m-my s-th-t-a-t-tter” Bill stuttered. It was worse than normal since Bill was just crying.

“I h-a-at-e i-it” Bill whispered as Y/n kept running his hand through Bill’s hair. Y/n nodded before he spoke “I personally love everything about you” he stated. Y/n sealed it with a kiss and he pushed Bill’s head back into his shoulder.

“Even your stutter” 

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

So many Losers x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I need a longer break please...

Bill Denbrough:

Stuttering mess around you. Would kill Pennywise X10 for you... Even other people just for you, too....

Beverly Marsh:

Lesbian for you. She lost her feelings for Bill a long time ago when she saw you. Will burn people with her cigarettes for you.

Ben Hanscom:

Writes lots of poems for you. Will try to protect you around Henry and his goons. Things will get bloody.

Richie Tozier:

Will always make you laugh. Beats people up with his trusty bat. Lets you try his glasses.

Stanley Uris:

Is scared with you. Tries to comfort you. Let's you play with his ramen hair. Holds you so tight.

Mike Hanlon:

You already know. This man will murder for you. People and sheep are much different. Will show you so much love aftward.

But I Do

Richie Tozier x Fem! Denbrough! Reader

Song Fic -Begin Again (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

Sequel to Just Between Us

CW: Alchol/drinking mention, Bitter ex boyfriend, Siblings arguing, Richie and Bill arguing, small age gap, fluff, language, s*x jokes but not smut, he might be a little ooc but they are baby

Word Count: 8.3K

Turn the lock and put my headphones on He always said he didn't get this song

(Y/n)'s headphones were tight on her head from the moment she left her house. Of course she knew that baseball season had to start eventually but that didn't mean she was ready to be there. The girl loved her older brother, if she were to be completely honest with you he was her favorite sibling. But that didn't mean she was happy to watch er ex play his new girl cheering him on from the stands. His jersey number painted on her cheek where (Y/n) wished it was on hers. She was over him, at least she thought so, but the bitter knowledge that she was never going to be what he truly wanted still sat on her mind. Bill knew that too, offering her an out that she was honestly grateful for, but she felt too guilty taking it. So there she was listening to a mixtape that Angel had made for her as a birthday present. Her radio favorites playing over her ears to distract her from the way the crowd cheered them on, but eve then, the tape had it's own reminders.

She pulls them off for the first time since her arrival as she neared the concessions stand. Ordering a sprite which was promptly placed into her hand, bottle dripping from the cooler, as she handed them the cash for it. She stopped at the other window, grabbing napkins to dry the bottle and her own hands. And before she could the task finished to return to the bubble her headphones provided, she heard her name being called. She thought she imagined it at first before the second call. Turning on her heel to see none other than Richie Tozier who was holding a bright red can and giving her that smile she'd known her whole life. They hadn't talked since before her birthday, and hadn't seen each other since the day of it, though they all knew the day hadn't gone to plan. That was three months ago at this point, and sure she'd wave if the losers were near by, but outside of Bev and Mike, (Y/n) made sure to stay clear of Bill's friends. Maybe it was cruel but she could find it in her to blame Richie and Eddie for her birthday drama, even if Richie did attempt to apologize. But it somehow made her feel better to blame them just as much as she blamed Stan. It should be all on Stanley, she knew that, but to have someone to blame made her feel better.

"Richie, hey," she forces the smile, knowing he was too close to her for her to get out of this. "God, Denbrough, where have you been? I haven't seen you in forever," he wraps an arm around her and she can't stop herself from leaning into his touch. It's not like Richie was ever as close to her as Stan used to be, but she'd be a liar if she said that Richie didn't feel safe. It made that guilt of ignoring him bubble to the surface. He was a forgetful guy, maybe he just genuinely forgot her sixteenth. And he came over to apologize on her actual birthday, spending damn near the whole day with her, that's something Stan couldn't say. Maybe she could recognize that she was the bad guy there. Or maybe se was blinded by home much she'd missed the smell of his cologne and the way he ruffled her hair as he walked past her. She couldn't tell you which it was if she tried.

"Yeah, yeah, it's been a while. I was just trying to give the losers space I guess, you know after everything. I just didn't want to strain the group anymore than I already did." He scoffs shaking his head, "You didn't strain it, Stan did. You here alone or did you finally drag Angel to a game?" She shakes her head, nervously sipping her drink before she could respond. "Neither, I'm here with Georgie and our parents. Gotta cheer Bill on, you know." He nods, arm still around her shoulder as if she'd float away when he moved, "Well, then I think you should come join the club. We do miss you, Dollface, you have to know that somewhere in that stone little heart of yours." She ignores the nickname, nodding softly as she closes the bottle she's holding, "Yeah, I need to go ask my parents though, they've been weird about things since, well you know."

He didn't leave the younger girl's side as they made their way to the bleachers where her parents were sitting. Not even allowing his arm to fall from her as they made their way up the bleachers. And (Y/n) may have forgotten that he did it but her parents sure noticed it. "Hey, Richie asked if I could join him and Bill's other friends. Is that okay?" They both caught it as Mrs. Denbrough looked past the duo to nervously eye the field. "Please Mrs. Denbrough, your son has been hiding her from us for months and Eddie and I are really starting to miss her." (Y/n) catches out of the corner of her eye how Richie bats his lashes, earning him an elbow to the ribs. "Well I don't know," she starts, looking over the way that yet another of her son's friends was hanging onto her daughter. "Please Ma'am? Don't tell Bill but we kinda like her more than him." She opens her mouth to respond and (Y/n) can almost feel herself deflate as she waits for the no to escape her mom's lips. She didn't realize how much she missed the losers until she realized that ignoring them may not be her choice anymore.

"Mommy," Georgie cuts in, once again attempting to be his sister's saving grace, "He's on the field with Bill, let her go see Bev and Richie." The older woman sighs, looking up to Richie, "Beverly is there?" "Yes Ma'am," he doesn't miss a beat, obviously looking more hopeful. "Then you can go, but stay with Beverly." She didn't expect to smile so wide as she turned to look at Richie whose face just mimicked hers. "Let's go, Denbrough!" She laughs, calling a "thank you" to her mom and mouthing one to her little brother. Who both send her a smile in response as they watch her make her way down the bleachers, Richie now trailing closely behind. "So, Dollface," his voice picks back up as they walk away from her family, "There's no ignoring me now. So how have you been?" She shakes her head, "The real question is, why were you just flirting with my mom? Stan with me, Bev with Bill, you with my mom? You're all trying to get in with the Denbroughs huh? Is there a bet I wasn't told about?" He rolls his eyes, bothered by the way she doges the question, "Oh of course. Eds though, he's going for your dad, you better hide him." "I'll keep that in mind," she giggles, starting up the bleachers where she could see the familiar look of Bev and Mike.

"I'm serious, (Y/n), how are you?" Her lip finds it's way between her lips stopping momentarily as his arm finds it's way back around her. "I'm getting better, I think I'm finding my old self again." He smiles, reaching over to ruffle her hair, "Good, because I missed you." She smiles up at him, nearly to the top of the bleachers, "I missed you too, Tozier." "Of course you did, I'm obviously your favorite loser." "Well," she drags it out, "You're definitely a loser. My favorite though? That's Bev without a doubt. You're second out of my brother's friends though." "Second? You met me before Bev." "Yeah, and I met Eddie first, what's your point?" "Well duh Eddie isn't your favorite, but why is Bev the favorite?" "She never cut my hair while I was sleeping," the girl shrugs, going ahead as she catches Bev's attention. "That was one time twelve years ago, let it go!" "What was twelve years ago-Oh my God, (Y/n)! I didn't know you were here," Mike is out of his seat to hug her before she can even reach the redhead she was walking to. "I wouldn't miss one of Bill's games." Bev pulls her away from Mike and down into a seat beside her before the boy can respond. "Yeah she is, and she was telling me about how Bev is her favorite because you never cut her hair when she was four." Bev's nose scrunches up, "Who cut your hair when you were four?" She just a thumb in Richie's direction as he steals the last seat beside her. "Richie! And then he tried to blame it on me, can you believe that?" Eddie huffs, patting the younger girl's knee as a silent hello. "So you've always been you, huh Trashmouth?" "I think it's what makes him so comforting," (Y/n) laughs over to Bev. Letting a smile settle on her face as the senior rested her head on her shoulder. The girl barely felt the way her headphones slipped off her neck as Richie put them on. He pulls them around his own neck as he turns to her. "I love this song, I didn't realize you even knew James Taylor." She turns to him, hearing the chorus of "Her Town Too" playing softly from around Richie's neck. "Yeah, Dad got me into him. I love that song. It's just, relatable I guess." He nods, "Yeah, it's sorta comforting. I don't know, I know it's not meant for me, but," his words die off, looking into her eyes, the way the sparkled at his words. "Yeah, but I think if you can find comfort in it that's what matters. Art comforts the disturbed or whatever it is that Wiggins is always saying." She bites her lip, not that she notices. Too caught up in the differences between the two best friends that she would have never noticed. Stan hated that song, he said he just didn't get it. It got turned off every time it came on. Not Richie though, he was slipping it back over his ears with a soft wink, turning up the volume. And unknown to her, he noticed the way she bit her lip as if she feared she'd said something wrong. But then again he noticed a lot of things that she'd never know. Like the way she'd completely ignore the existence of the losers club if Stan was there, but if he wasn't she'd wave to them on her walk to the stairs. Or how she bought a new record every paycheck even though most people were into cassettes or CDs now. It was always at the music store he worked at, the only one in Derry, and she'd pretend she didn't see him, even if he knew she did. God was he glad she didn't do that this time. Richie missed her, with every fiber in his being he missed the presence of the girl. He knew he'd never fully get over the guilt of missing her sweet sixteen. But she was there now, and he could thank himself for that.

Soon enough he was slipping one ear out of her headphones, and the three got lost in their own conversation. Richie and Bev seeming to make it their mission to keep (Y/n) laughing, and she had to be honest, she couldn't remember the last time shed laughed that hard. They didn't even realize the game was over until Bill and Stan were standing over them. He felt bad, knowing he'd have to end the conversation. When was the last time he saw his sister seem this care free and happy? And with his friends no less.

Luckily he didn't have to though, (Y/n) seeming to sense him standing there. "Billy! Hey look who found me," she smiles, leaning over onto Richie as she takes her headphones back. Bill fights the questioning look he wants to send Richie, but from the way Richie looks past him and raises an eyebrow, Stan didn't seem to. "Thanks for keeping her company, guys. (Y/n), you ready?" She pouts slightly, something that the three seniors watching her didn't miss as she stood up. "Yeah, I'll see you guys around right?" Richie nods, grabbing her hand for a second, "Don't be a stranger, okay?" " Yeah," she nods making her way to Bill, "Promise." And with that, Bill wrapped an arm around his sister and decided to lead her away before anyone else could say something to her. And she was thankful for that as she passed Stan, nearly clinging to her brother in hopes it would make the other boy disappear. But she barely felt that sense of bitterness that she was used to when she passed him. And for the first time since New Years Day, he didn't try to talk to her. To (Y/n)'s surprise, the first game day of the season was the best one she's had in a while.

I walked in, expecting you'd be late But you got here early and you stand and wave

She didn't learn her lesson. At least that's what Beverly and her own friends told her when they found out her plans for today. She knows she should leave her brother's friends alone, but it's Richie. Got in a fight on the playground over her when they were little kids, Richie. And it's not like she was expecting much from it, just a few laughs over a milkshake. And he'd probably be late, Richie was always late, it made her question how he and Stan were best friends. Truly each other's opposite, then again she was always more like Richie anyhow.

The bell above the door was a comforting sound as she entered the diner. When was the last time she even came in here? January?

"Oh no, I'm actually waiting on someone. She's going to want to pick the table, you know how it is." The voice caught her off guard, seeing Richie stand near the counter, talking to who she swore was Stanley. "You sure that she didn't stand you up? I mean, you're always late and she's not here." It was definitely Stanley and it filled her with nerves. Would he tell Bill? Would he cause a scene? The last thing she wanted was to cause more problems for Bill. Richie seems to take Stan's words to heart, nervously looking around the room for (Y/n), "No, I actually made a point to be early. She's been through a lot in the past few- there she is. Hey, Dollface!" (Y/n) makes her way to his side, swallowing her nerves, "Hey, Rich."

She could see Stan's clenched jaw in the corner of her eye as Richie pulls her into a hug, she couldn't help but hug back. "You wanna pick out the table?" She pulls away, looking around the room for a table. She sees that the table by the jukebox was open, that was always her place with her friends. She nods to it, grabbing Richie's hand, "That one." "I should have known," he teases, walking with her to the little booth. Their hands fall from each other's taking seats across from each other. He was more nervous than she'd ever seen him. "Sorry by the way, I uh, I didn't know that Stan was working today. I would have picked somewhere else if-" "It's okay, Rich, really. We should just focus on us, yeah?" He nods, reaching for her hand across the table, "Yeah, so, do you wanna share a milkshake like a silly little couple in the fifties? It could be fun." She giggles, drawing circles on his hand, "Of course, not chocolate though." "Yeah, yeah, chocolate ice cream tastes like chemicals and not chocolate. Do you want fries?"

She nods, slightly shocked that he remembered something like that. When is the last time she said that? When she was twelve? "You want strawberry?" She nods, biting her lip as she looks at him. "Then I'll be right back, I'm going to order at the counter so we don't have to wait." "Yeah, that's cool," she nods, dropping the boy's hand to let him stand up. She didn't know where her new shift came from, she'd never felt that nervous around Richie, but then again she'd never seen him act like this around her either. And of course, she'd never been on a date with Richie before. And having Stan near them for it, maybe she was just scared that this would be the same way that they were. God, maybe her friends were right. She couldn't be the girl who got her heart broken by two of her brother's friends. How embarrassing is that?

"Yes Stan, one milkshake with two straws," Richie's voice is carrying through the room now, and he was obviously annoyed. She turns her head, attempting to catch more of the conversation. Stan's voice didn't carry the way Richie's did , but his jaw was still clenched and the corners of his eyes were wrinkling, staring the boy down. "We are on a date, yeah, is that not allowed?" She wraps her arms around herself as she catches Stan stealing glances of her. "Oh yeah? I'm sure your girlfriend would be so interested to know how upset you're getting about your ex dating again. Especially when you were the one who broke up with her over the phone." Things are obviously getting heated between the friends as (Y/n) decides to get up, finding her way behind Richie. Her arms find their way around his waist, head leaning against his back, "Everything okay, baby?" Her voice isn't as loud as Richie's but she can tell Stan can hear her. "Yep, everything is just fine. Your order will be out soon." "Yeah," he turns around in the girl's arms stroking her back, "Let's go sit back down, yeah?" Her arms fall from around him as she nods, letting him grab her hand. She intertwines their fingers, swinging their arms slightly as they walk to their seat. "I'm sorry," her voice is soft but he catches it. "You didn't do anything wrong." "But-" He shakes his head, "Not a damn thing."

Richie drops her hand for just long enough to sit down, taking it back over the table. "So, (Y/n), I have a question." She sends him a smirk, "You know how to form those? I thought they might be too hard for you." He scoffs, rolling his eyes at her, "Well if you're going to be mean I will keep it to myself." She finds herself rubbing his hand with her thumb again, "No, ask me. I was playing around." He tries to act annoyed but it broke as he smiles at her, "Well, I was wondering if any seniors, or juniors I guess, had asked you to prom?" It caught her off guard, why would he want to ask that? She hated to admit it but Richie was hot, most of her brother's friends had been treated well by puberty, but Richie, he could definitely get who ever he wanted. So why (Y/n)? "No, no one has. Why?" He smiles, looking down at the way her thumb was still moving on his hand before looking back up, "Would you want to go? Maybe with your favorite senior?" She tilts her head, giving him a soft smile, "Depends." "Depends on what?" He looked nervous and it made her smile. "Well, what would I have to do to get you into a purple tie?" He raises his eyebrows, making a face she knew all too well, "Well, I mean." Her nose scrunches, thumb stopping on his hand, "I take it back. I don't want to go if I have to do that." He laughs, thumb now gliding across her hand the way she'd done to him, "I'm kidding, Doll. I'll wear whatever color you'd ask of me." "Well then, I'd love to go." And he pumps a fist in the air laughing softly, "A win for Richard Tozier!" It drags a laugh out of her too, God Richie had missed that sound.

And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

Mr. and Mrs. Denbrough had gotten used to Richie being at their house if Bill wasn't there. To say they were skeptical about how close their daughter was with the boy would be an understatement, but at the same time, the whole house expected this would happen eventually. And they were okay with it if it meant the house would stay the way it's been. (Y/n) and Richie were constantly laughing, the sound floating out of the living room or the girl's open bedroom door made the house feel alive in a way it hadn't been in months. The two just made sense Mr. Denbrough and Mr. Tozier used to joke about the two of them, but there at sixteen and eighteen, they weren't the little kids they were back then. But still, in ways they were. And everyone in both of there families knew, except for Bill. Even Beverly and Mike knew, but neither has found it in them to tell him. Not that they didn't want him to know, they just wanted to be sure they would actually be something before Bill found out.

But there they were, stretched out across the Denbrough couch, a sitcom rerun playing on the TV as they were wrapped up with each other. (Y/n)'s legs in Richie's lap as her back leans on the armrest. A large hand rests on her knee, rubbing circles on the side of her leg with his thumb while Bill was out at practice. The two and Georgie being the only ones in the house, the younger sitting in their dad's Lazyboy, doing his homework as he watches the show before him. But (Y/n) is too busy watching her boyfriend to pay attention to the show she'd normally watch with her brother. Watching the way that her boyfriend's head falls back onto the back of the couch laughter spilling out of his lips. And she can't help bit wonder if relationships are supposed to feel as easy as she and Richie feel. Did he know how nice it felt to know that he found her funny? Would she ever tell him? Maybe that could be her own little secret, how good she felt when he laughed.

"Rich, it's so not that funny. Should could have, like, I don't know, died or something!" She's laughing too but it's really not that funny. "From paint, Doll?" "The bucket fell on her!" "Well the bucket was empty, wasn't it?" "Well yeah, the paint fell a lot faster than the bucket," maybe it was awful that they were laughing this hard at Greta's mishap, but good God did they think she was awful. She reaches down on her leg, putting her hand on top of his, and as if out of habit, he lefts his other hand fall on top of hers. "Needy," she teases, a smirk stretching across her lips. "Shut up," he doesn't take his hand back from her though. They're too caught up in each other to hear the front door open. "So did you get your pretty purple dress?" "Yeah I did," she smiles over at him, "I can't wait for you to see it. Oh! I got your tie too, remind me to bring it to you before I let you leave." "Can I see it now?" She shakes her head, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "Nope, I want you to be surprised when you see me on prom night." "Boring," he draws it out teasingly but kisses her cheek before she leans back onto the arm of the couch. His soft smiles tells her that he's not actually upset about waiting.

"So, this is who asked you to prom?" Bill's voice catches the attention of the whole room, causing the whole room to look at him like they've been caught in the act. He's visibly upset, looking between the two teens as if wondering if he should be mad at his friend or his sister. "Bill, I assure you this is not what it looks like," Richie starts. (Y/n) untangles herself from Richie, allowing him to get up as he goes to approach Bill. "So you didn't just have your hands all over my little sister?" "No, one was on her hand and one was on her knee. They were very still." "Richie!" If the scenario wasn't so tense she'd be laughing as she yells at him, he know it too as he waves her off. "So, this is funny to you? You're taking advantage of my sister and that's funny to you?" "Woah," Richie's brows raise as he stares at the boy, "Taking advantage of her? We're not fucking, were joking on your couch while your little brother does his homework." "She just went through the worst breakup of her life, with your best friend, and now you're all over her so yeah, you're taking advantage of her, even if you still have your pants on.

"Billy, we were going to tell you, Mom and Dad, as well as Mr. and Mrs. Tozier know." She walks up, putting herself between her boyfriend and brother nervously. Richie instinctively wraps an arm around her, pulling her back slightly. "So you weren't going to tell me?" "We were, we just weren't going to tell you until we were sure we were actually something because we knew you'd be mad." "Well no shit," he rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest, "I told my friends that things had to stay platonic with you because I didn't want to see you hurt again. And so you actively sought out Richie? After everything? He saw what happened to you and you both said, wow let me do the exact same thing." "Do not fucking compare me to him," Richie's voice is obviously so upset that his voice is dropping, shoulders stiffening. "And to think, I thought he was lying to make himself look better because there was no way that Richie would do that."

"Do not compare me to him you asshole. I am nothing like him, I don't force her to lie and leave town to be around me. I'm actually proud to have her, I am nothing like him." "Yet who was he with when he never showed to her party?" "Bill," (Y/n) snaps, pushing Richie back slightly. "Go sit down," Bill is looking past her at Richie, jaw clenched in a way that made her nervous. "No." "(Y/n)," he flashes her a look and notices the stone cold look on her face. "William, you look like you want to hit him." "I do." Richie softly tugs her back as the siblings stare at each other. "Kitchen." "No." "William, kitchen, now. Richie, go sit with Georgie." "I don't want to leave you alone when he's like this," Richie dips down to her ear to whisper it. "I can handle Bill, you go sit," she snatches Bill's wrist, dragging him to the kitchen as she leaves her boyfriend's grip.

The eldest Denbrough sibling allowed his sister to drag him into the kitchen, despite the way he was fuming. "William, what the fuck was that?" Bill's mouth hangs open for a second truly shocked, "You're asking me that? Everything that you went through with Stan and you get with another one of my friends?" She rolls her eyes, walking over to lean against the counter, "God, Bill! He's not Stanley. He's Richie, Richard fucking Tozier! The guy who stayed by my side on my birthday for the whole day even though I wouldn't look at or talk to him because he felt guilty for missing my birthday party. Got a black eye from fighting a kid on the playground when he was eight because he fought a kid for being mean to me, Richie! The Richie who drove out to Bangor to pick up Angel and I because I called him crying even though he knew he'd get grounded for it. He's Richie!" Bill opens his mouth to argue but nothing comes out, letting the girl yell at him. "Richie, Bill, the guy who came over every day to make Georgie was okay after he broke his leg. Your childhood friend who always gave us the popsicles that he liked better because so did he. He's not Stanley, Bill."

Bill sighs, dragging his hand through his hair. She was right, of course she was, but he remembered her birthday and the New Years party. He watched her block out everyone for two weeks straight, he doesn't know if she could handle something like that again. Then again, did Richie really have that in him? If he wasn't being shy about it? "He's not Stan, you're right. I'm still not a fan of it though." She forces a smile, "You don't have to, just don't be a dick to him. He's actually a pretty good boyfriend." He raises an eyebrow, "Is he?" She nods, "You should have seen how fired up he got when Stan made a comment about seeing me in the diner." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, there was a whole scene."

You said you nеver met one girl who Had as many James Taylor records as you But I do

She roamed the music store alone, fingers brushing over the shelves. It was basically empty, the only other customer bein an older man who she often saw while she was in there.

"Looking for something specific, pretty girl?" She looks over her shoulder to see Richie standing behind her. "I didn't know you were working tonight!" She's smiling up at him, eyes shining as he presses a kiss to her temple. "You didn't answer my question." "I'm looking for a copy of'(Live)' it's the last one I need for my collection." "I'm so jealous," he whines, leaning over her to look in the crate she's looking in, "I don't have a full collection yet and you just need one more." "Yeah, but you got all of yours yourself and I got a lot of mine from my dad." "So you're saying you're a fake fan." 'Absolutely not, you just gave him more money than me. You're a broker fan." He rolls his eyes, wiping the lens of his glasses on his shirt, "Well wouldn't you be lucky to have a really cool boyfriend who works here? Maybe one who knows that we just got that exact album in with the new shipment that came in today."

She lets out an excited little gasp, turning to wrap her arms around his torso, "You're kidding." He shakes his head, "You owe me something for it though." She smiles, reaching up to wrap her arms around her neck, placing a soft kiss to his lips which seems to be his secret password as he pulls back smiling. "I'll be right back with it, you meet me at the counter." She lets him go, watching him walk away as if he had the most important mission in the world. "I'll the luckiest girl in the world," she calls as she hears the door to the back room open. "Yeah you are!" She makes her way up to the front counter, tapping her nails against its cold granite top.

She can't help the way her mind wanders as she waits. It was just so wild to her that he was so public with her. Kissing her in his job, knowing it would get caught on his work's security cameras and his boss would give him shit about being professional. Stan never would have kissed her at work like that, even if he wasn't on the clock. And Richie, it's like he craved her affections. (Y/n) was slowly beginning to understand what it was like to feel wanted, and it felt good. And the girl had no idea that she was doing the same for him.

"It was on the top shelf, you severely underpaid my efforts, Dollface." She gives him a fake pout, "You're tall, you'll live through it." He shakes his head, pulling it to his chest, "I had to get a ladder for it, that's hard work." She sighs, though he can tell it's in a teasing manor as she grabs his collar, tugging him closer so that he was halfway bet over the counter. Pressing a soft , longer kiss onto his lips. "Can I have my record now? Please, pretty boy?" He laughs, ringing her up as she lets his collar go. "Only because you're really cute. And a good kisser, not as good as Ms. K, but," he winks at her as she scoffs. "You're still on that? I'm so telling Eddie." "Don't you dare," he smiles at her, bagging the vinyl carefully so it wouldn't get messed up on her drive home. She smiles at him, finally pushing herself off the counter, "I can't believe you had it. This is so exciting, you have to come listen to this with me tomorrow." He reaches over, poking her nose, "I wouldn't miss it. You know, I've ever met anyone who was as into James Taylor as I am, no one who even liked him enough to buy the records so they held up better." She hums, looking up at him, "But I do."

He types in his employee discount code, not that he'd tell her he did. She'd argue with him for at least five minutes if she knew, so he just read her the total, thankful that she hadn't seen it on the shelf. Even if he knew that he'd be in trouble when she checked her receipt in the car. But she was worth giving up his discount, even if it cost him an argument about how he shouldn't do that. "Thank you, Rich. You're definitely going to be there tomorrow right?" "I wouldn't miss it, Doll."

She holds the record to her chest as she walks to the door, an excited smile stretched across her face. "That your girl?" "Yeah," he smiles over to her, seeing the way she'd stopped at the door, "She's mine." "Lucky boy," the man laughs, placing his items on the counter, "Seems like she has good taste." "Yeah, she does. No idea how she picked me out when she has good taste everywhere else." The response makes her giggle as she makes her way out of the door. His words echoing in her mind as she gets into her car.

We tell stories and you don't know why I'm coming off a little shy

(Y/n) smiles softly from her spot on Richie's lap, leaning against him as if he trust was going to disappear. She hadn't spent time with all seven members of the losers club since Halloween, she sorta felt like an intruder in her own home. She nearly felt shy about it, clinging to Richie in their spot between Bev and her brother. As if she'd be unrecognizable without them. The group was passing around stories from the past few months and (Y/n) was trying really hard to pay attention. It was hard to keep up with Bill and Stan as they bounced off of each other, trying to tell a story about practice but it seemed to blur. And toying with Richie's fingers where they rest in her lap seems a little more entertaining than listening to Stan did.

"Oh, and that was the day that I found out that (Y/n) and Richie and she basically tore me a new one." It caught her attention, her head popping up to look at him. "Yeah, well, you wanted to tear my boyfriend apart. So you kinda deserved it." Bill puts his hands up as if to surrender, "You got me there." "No way, what did you say to him?" Bev laughs as she shoves (Y/n)'s arm. She nervously clings to Richie, "Well you know he was yelling at me worried about 'how could I do this again' and how I was going to get hurt again and I was like 'By Richard Tozier?' And I pointed out how many times this fucking fool has gotten in trouble for me and Bill was all 'you got me there' and now we're cool. He's playing it up, really."

"I don't know, Doll. You were cursing and screaming at him, it was pretty loud. Really cute that you felt the need to stand up for me though." "You heard?" She can feel her cheeks heat up as she turns to him. "I'm pretty sure the entire neighborhood heard you, (Y/n), Bill laughs. The girl looks back down to the tangle of fingers in her lap, "On that note, I'm going to get a drink, anybody want one?" "Can you grab me a water?" Bill smiles up at her as she wiggles out of Richie's arms. "Anyone else?" "I want one, but I'll come with," Richie gets up, following her out the door. He didn't actually want a drink, he just wanted to make sure his girlfriend was okay. He grabs a hold of her hand, nearly clinging to it as they make their way into the kitchen.

She's immediately at the fridge, dropping is hand to grab Bill's water and sit it on the counter. "Dollface?" She hums, searching her fridge for god knows what. "Are you okay? You seem out of it today." He walks over before she can respond, wrapping his arms around her from behind, feeling the chill of the fridge hit his face. "I'm okay. I might go lay down though." He frowns, rubbing a hand up and down her arm, "Are you sick, Doll?" She shakes her head, "I just feel like I'm intruding, no one else brought their partners so it's weird." He knows it's not his place to intrude, kissing the top of her head, "Can I join you? I'll play with your hair if you want? Rub your back?" She turns to look at him for a second, "Are you sure? I don't wanna take you away." He shakes his head, "I wanna be with you."

It makes her smile, reaching into the fridge again to grab a Gatorade, "What do you want to drink, baby?" "Oh, I didn't actually want one. I just wanted to make sure you were okay." She smiles, leaning against his chest, "Thank you." "Go ahead upstairs, Doll, I'll take this to Bill and meet you there," he grabs Bill's water as he speaks, heading to the living room as (Y/n) heads up the stairs. "Hey guys, (Y/n) isn't feeling very well so she's going to go lay down. I' going to go lay with her, so I hate to cut this short but," he shrugs, handing Bill his water. "Why do you have to go lay with her? She's a big girl," Stan looks at Richie with his brows raised as if trying to find an ulterior motive. "Well Stan, most people want to know that their partner is okay" his words aren't actively malicious but Bev laughs at it anyway.

"Door open," Bill calls after the boy, trying to hide the smirk that Richie's words made. "William, my dear, my dick has many talents but curing headaches not of them." "Gross," Bill yells back, but Richie can hear him slightly laughing, "I mean it, Tozier, I'm not ready to be an Uncle."

Richie turns the corner entering her room with a smirk which causes her to raise an eyebrow. "What, pray tell, did you say to my brother?" "He told me to keep the door open when I came up here and I so scientifically informed him that sex cannot cure a headache." "Oh, headache excuse, nice! I wish you could make all my excuses," she mumbles, opening her arms as she reaches for him. He shakes his head causing her to frown. "I'm the big spoon or no sale." She huffs turning to face her window with her arms playfully crossed over her chest. Richie however is climbing onto her bed as she fakes her little pout, one arm sliding under her head as the other wraps around her waist. Her hands reach down for his fingers, toying with them again. "What is it with you and my hands?" "I like them," she hums, twisting his class ring absent mindedly, "They're comforting. And big, makes them easy to play with."

It makes him chuckle, "You know what else is big?" He grabs her hips, snatching her back against his own hips. "Oh! Well now you've made it gross, get out of my bed," she pouts pulling away from him. "Wait, no, I'm sorry. Hold my hand again, I take it back," He pulls her back, tucking his face into her hair as he pouts. "Should I?" She giggles, squirming to get comfortable before taking his hand gently. Her hips adjust again, causing him to tighten his grip on them so she holds still. "Behave." "Oh, when have you ever behaved?"

And we walked down the block to my car And I almost brought him up

(Y/n) wasn't the type to go to parties that were hosted by someone she didn't know. But Richie was, enough so that he had her and the whole losers club at a "pre-prom party" whatever the hell that was. She didn't know anyone there outside of her boyfriend, her brother and his friends and it showed as she stood in the kitchen alone, back pressed to the counter as she sipped on a water bottle.

"Hey," she turned to see Stan walking up to her holding a plastic cup. "Hey, Stan," (Y/n) pulls her arms closer staring at him nervously. They hadn't been alone since before their break up, and if she was honest she really didn't want to be now. "So you and Richie are going to prom together huh?" She nods, "Yep, have been since March, like early March." He nods, finishing his drink before turning to her, "He'll never be me you know. He'll never know you the way I do. Once the way he babies you gets annoying you'll be running right back to sneaking around with me. Hell, I won't even make you break up with him for it, that makes it hotter." He's obviously drunk, slurring over every third word. But that doesn't make his words upset her less. "Where's your girlfriend, Stanley. You know, the one you're taking to prom?"

She pushes herself off the counter, on the way into the living room of whoever's house this was. She wanted Richie, she just wants to go home if she was honest, but not without Richie. She tried to stick to the edge, laughing slightly when she finally spotted him, dancing with Bill to "Baby Got Back". "Richie!" She has to yell for him to hear her, but when he does he grabs her no problem, pulling her against his chest and kissing her temple, "Hey there's my baby! What's up?" She frowns, realizing how happy her was, maybe she should just tough it out. "Hey, is everything okay?" He tilts her head to look at him and she smiles. "Yeah just, whenever you're ready to go home, I am." He nods, "We can go home, Bill we're going home!" "Be safe! Use protection!" She buries her face in Richie's shoulder, embarrassed as he walks her to the door. Bill was so wasted.

"Who even throws a pre-prom party?" (Y/n) forces a laugh as they walk out of the house. "Her?" He answers it as if it's the simplest thing in the world. Arms wrapped tightly around her as they walk, swaying slightly due to how drunk Richie truly was. "I see that. It was totally just an excuse to get wasted, right?" He nods, "It worked." And she tries not to change the conversation to what happened in the kitchen. She had already seen that he was willing to get defensive over her and she didn't want to see what drunk Richie would do.

But what Stan said, Richie should know right? Then again, they were both drunk and she had no way of knowing that either would remember it. Her thoughts are cut off by the way that Richie grabs for her hand, tangling their fingers together and leaning on her and she doesn't think she actually cares about Stan. More interested in the boy who would leave a party just because she asked and the way he clings to her. One day he'd have to face it, in a month and a half, Richie has been more of a man than Stan was in four. Twice the man that Stan would ever be. And Richie should know that she thinks that, shouldn't he? Just, not tonight.

"So Bill said that if you want to come stay with me he'll cover for you with your mom." And that one sentence made her drop it, if Bill, even drunk Bill, had shown Richie that he trusted him with her, the Richie already knew he was more of man than Stan. Hell, he probably knew long before that moment. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, we're going to have a sleepover! And we're going to talk about boys; you can only talk about me though, unless you want to talk about other boys I guess. But only if the other boys are hotter than me." She laughs, unlocking his door before kissing his cheek, "There's not hotter boys than you, baby. Even when you're this wasted, I think you're hot." He turns to smile at her, sitting down but keeping his legs out the car so she can't close the door. "You're so nice. Oh! And you can wear one of my shirts which is you know, so hot" he's got a lazy smile on his face, leaning against the seat. She laughs, leaning down to kiss his forehead, "Seeing me in clothes is hot? Here I thought that I've been playing hard to get. Now, finish getting in the car, I need to get you home." He gets in the car, pulling his door closed with a pout as she goes around to her driver's side. The moment she's fully in the car his hand is on her thigh, "I think you're always hot, but I think my clothes would just double it. Because ya know, they're mine and so are you. Not that I own you, I think you could kick my ass, though you could claim you own me if you wanted. That's also hot." She shakes her head, "Okay Richie Baby."

I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break, and burn, and end

"You look so pretty tonight," Richie's voice barely makes it to her ear in the bustling noise of their prom. Even the slow songs were too loud for her. "Richie you've told me that at least three times an hour since you showed up at my house," she smiles up at him, brushing some hair out of his face. "And I'll keep saying it. Purple is so your color, I'm serious, Doll, you look amazing." She smiles, looking up at him, "So do you, Richie. Serious, I'm the luckiest girl here." He leans down, softly kissing her. Her hands left his shoulders to hold the sides of his face to keep him in place. "Hey, Doll?" He pulls back, leaving her to pout up at him.

"Yeah?" "Come with me for a second." She nods, taking his hand and letting him lead her to the direction of the bathroom. It was quieter there, and just the two of them. Just like he'd hoped for. "Is everything okay, Rich?" "Yeah," his voice cracks slightly as he sits down on one of the benches, "Just wanted to talk to you without screaming. It was sorta, important." She nods, making her way to sit beside him "Is everything alright?" He nods, "It's actually probably stupid but uh," he grabs her hand, "Do you remember when we were kids, and I got in a fight over you at a playground. And how from that moment up until the whole, mess that Stan made our dads swore you and I were going to fall in love one day? And we always said it was gross because of cooties and how I was Bill's friend so I couldn't love his sister?" She laughs nervously, shifting slightly in her seat, "Yeah, why?" "Well, I think maybe they were right after all, or at least half right." The nerves are turning into butterflies as he looks at her like that.

"Are you saying what I think you are, Tozier?" He lets out a soft sigh, looking at her as if he's scared of his own answer. "I love you," he can't look away from her, as if he's glued in one place. "Richie?" "Yeah?" His heart begins sinking. Maybe she wasn't over Stan, maybe he pushed too fast? What if he was just a distraction? "I love you too," her hand finds the back of his neck, dragging him closer as if she needs him. And maybe she does. He doesn't stop her, instead pulling her closer as their lips meet, the girl cupping his cheek, a thumb rubbing circles on his cheekbone in a way that makes him melt into her, hand coming up to keep her there. They pull away slowly, breathless and heart-eyed. "I love you," she smiles pecking his lips again, wrapped up in the high of the moment. He pecks her lips, whispering, "I love you too," against them. Too wrapped up in her to care who passes them.