#hanzier fic
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holding hands with your heart.
so a while ago @ahoylovers tagged this post with hanziercore and i agreed with it so much i wrote 4k words about it! so enjoy some meet-cute au hanzier!
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"Mr Tozier."
Richie's finger froze on the valve of his aerosol can, the spray of black paint ceasing on its path to create the harsh and censoring block on the brick wall. The flashes of blue and red washed around his vision, casting a shadow against his project from his own hoodied form and a faded, doubled figure of the police officer behind him. He lowered the bandanna he'd fashioned for a mask before slowly turning around, lifting his arms and dropping the can.
"Evening, Chief. A bit chilly tonight, huh?"
The police officer sighed, a ghost of a smile on his lips and walked towards the boy with resigned steps, the halo of blazing lights dimming as he ventured closer to reveal his tired and familiar face. Richie grinned with squinted eyes through the bright light, the wind tugging at his hood to pull it down back over his curls, the ringlets blowing into his shadowed face, paint smudged across his cheekbone.
"What're you doin', Tozier?"
Richie's smile faltered for a moment, his raised hand falling to push his hair back from his face and his expression dimmed to of one more serious, "Look, Chief Hanlon, sir, I know it's technically illegal, but you've seen the shit- I mean stuff those fuckers- sorry, I mean, horrible people write on here. It's disgusting and you n' I both know the goddamn city council aren't gonna do shit about it so I uh,"
"Decided to participate in some late-night vigilante justice?" Police Chief Hanlon remarked, trying his hardest not to display the amusement, or even worse the pride, that was pulling at his features. Richie shrugged in response, at least showing a bit of guilt as he looked at the ground.
"Yeah."
Chief Hanlon sighed again, deeper and paired with a hand wiping at his brow, "Mr Tozier," He met his eyes, "Richie. You know I have to take you in for this. No matter how honourable your intentions were."
"For the record, I wasn't planning on getting caught," Richie smirked a little, "That's just a bit of a bonus; I do love our police car chats."
Restraining an eye roll, the Police Chief reached to his belt to unfurl his handcuffs from it's attached pocket, "You know the drill."
Richie obediently turned around, hands gravitating to the small of his back and barely flinching at the touch of cold metal against his wrists. Hanlon made quick work of clicking the handcuffs, frowning at the thinness of his wrists, before clapping a firm hand to his shoulder and leading him to the car, the two of them bathed in blinding light.
The movements of getting into the car were practised: Hanlon opening the door, Richie shuffling expertly into the back seat with restrained hands, Hanlon closing the door behind him and then circling his way around to the driver's seat. Seasoned, compliant, and far too familiar.
When Hanlon started the car and turned off the light, he adjusted his rear-view mirror to watch as Richie relinquished to tilted his head back against the seat, eyes gravitating out the window. He breathed deeply out his nose, hand sliding across the steering wheel as he turned onto the dark road towards the station.
"You know you're a good kid, Richie." He started, and watched in the mirror as Richie looked over a bit alarmed, used to the simpler, more offensive talks of 'Your cause doesn't outweigh the crime.' and, 'If this happens again more serious consequences will have to follow.'. But the sincerity in the Police Chief’s voice threw Richie off for a moment, and honestly, it did Hanlon as well. He didn't entirely know what possessed him to need to say the things he did; maybe it was the blocked out slur the boy had been working on that was very much obviously personal to his family.
"In theory." A mumble replied.
"I'm serious, kid. You've got morals; and not just that - guts. But you just- you go about it the wrong way. You gotta leave it sometimes."
"I can't. You know I can't."
A pause.
"And I know you can't either, sir."
Hanlon pursed his lips, knuckles tightening on the wheel, "Maybe not. But I'm not a punk kid with a spray can," Richie hung his head and Hanlon's grip relaxed along with the slope of his shoulders, "You gotta pick your battles, kid, because seeing you staring at me under these lights with your hands in the air is not a sight I look forward to, believe it or not."
The two of them sat for a moment, Hanlon focusing on staring out the windshield at the dark autumn evening, the crackling and soft voices of his radio unheard. He saw Richie blinking rapidly and his chest lurched. With a quick executive decision, he decided that that seemed to be enough and reached for the radio knob.
"Any requests?" His voice lighter, more like the cheerful Police Chief who ruffled his curls when he saw him at the Summer Parade.
A smile curled at Richie's mouth and he eyed the small disco ball dangling from the rear-view mirror, "Got any disco?"
"Earth, Wind & Fire it is."
The first chords of September were quietly strumming through the cruising police car when the car phone shrilled, the two of them flinching in surprise. Hanlon quickly picked it up, ignoring Richie's back seat remark about the danger of calling and driving.
"Police Chief Hanlon."
"Hey Pop, Ma wants to know when your shift's gonna end so she can make supper." Mike Hanlon's voice rattled through, the faint murmur of voices in the background along with another few ringings made him wonder where he was. He checked the time on the dashboard.
"It'll be closer to 7, Mikey. Tell your ma to keep a plate warm for me. Where are you, son?"
"I'm at the station. Is it okay if I come home with you? FInd anything on your rounds?"
Hanlon glanced towards the mirror to Richie looking curiously back at him and he smiled lightly, "Yeah. Got some 18-year-old punk I caught graffitiing the Townhouse," He ignored Richie's protests, "Bringing him back just to write 'im up."
He heard Mike hum and then chuckle on the other end, "Hm, is he cute?"
Hanlon frowned, and he turned a little towards Richie to peer at him over his shoulder, "My son wants to know if you're cute."
Richie grinned and leaned forward, cocking his head cheekily and charmingly, "I want to say yes, sir."
Police Chief Hanlon barked in laughter, Mike echoing his own chuckles in his ear and Richie grinned wider, settling back as he contently watched the many laughter lines in the Chiefs face deepen.
"Alright, alright," Hanlon's chuckles subsided and he readjusted the phone on his ear, hands gliding over the wheel as he turned the car into the car park, "I'll see you inside."
"'Kay Pop, see ya."
Hanlon yanked up the brake and the car jerked to a stop, the lamppost cemented into a small fenced plot of grass beaming through the windshield to ignite how the Police Chief's head resigned forwards. Richie's stomach dropped.
The next few moments were once again painfully practised: Hanlon lumbering out his seat, opening the back car door for Richie to shuffle out, Hanlon's hand firm on his bicep to keep him balanced, it then moving to between his shoulder blades as to guide him towards the precinct.
"Evening, Ellie!" Richie grinned in greeting at the receptionist twirling a strand of stray greying auburn hair around her finger, staring dully at her computer screen. She looked blandly towards the boy, very accustomed to his behaviour, but her dark green eyes twinkled with hidden affection.
"Back already, Richard? I'd've thought you'd at least want to wash before you got caught again?" She smirked, letting the ringlet fall to bump against her freckled and rouged cheek.
"Yowza!" Richie barked, as Hanlon worked through a document Richie never bothered to learn of, "Mrs M, you know I only keep coming back for you."
"Clearly." She hummed, taking back and looking over the clipboard, looking back at him at the low angle to make Richie snort.
"How’s Bev doin’?" He asked, pushing on his toes to watch as she ducked under the desk to pull out his file, one bent and ripped a bit from frequent use.
"Mhm," Her tongue smudged at her painted bottom lip as she fiddled with the paper clip to slide the sheet behind the others, "Home today as I'm afraid she's grounded."
"Oh no." Richie murmured, Mrs Marsh oblivious to his secret smile as he was well aware that Beverly Marsh was currently on a date with Ben Hanscom at the cinema tonight, "Shame."
She hummed and pulled out yet another file from under her desk. And then another. And another.
Hanlon looked at her in disbelief, pen poised midair. Elfrida shrugged, leafing through yet another box of files labelled 'T', "Mr Tozier has collected quite the anthology."
The irate side look Richie received from the Police Chief only made him grin.
"Richie, I'm gonna be here for a bit, go up and sit by my desk." Hanlon sighed as he clicked his pen in defeat and opened the first file of the small mountain.
Richie saluted as best he could without his hands, more of a tilting nod than anything, "Yessir!"
Winding his way through the precinct, he passed empty chairs and dark desks, finding the quiet of the area with no phones thrilling, only the distant quiet hum of the cleaners in the corridors, actually quite peaceful. The damp floors squeaked underfoot, and he nodded at Adrian Mellon in a greeting and apology for waking him in the holding cell - caught fighting again probably by the black bruise around his eye, but won by the fact he'd been given the pillow and threadbare blanket. The office at the end of the room was one of the few lights still on, and, with a practised move backwards and with his shoulders, he opened the door and-
"Well hello there."
The boy had his feet propped up on the polished oak as he sat in the chair facing the desk - Richie's chair, thank you very much - and he was about to remind of him of that fact when he looked back at him. Oh, it was Mike, of course, it was because that would make sense, obviously, he was the chief's son, and who else would be here so late looking especially good in his denim jacket and blue converse and dark eyes and dimpled smile-
Mike smiled politely, a little crooked in question, "...Hi?"
"I believe you are sat in my seat, but if you just stand up, I'll gladly give you a better one." He winked and Mike's face grew hot but his smile widened, eyes crinkling in an adorable, genuine way that made Richie almost want to apologise for his vulgarity.
“Have I seen you before?” Mike asked, standing up for Richie to shuffle around him and sit. He got a waft of a clean dusty smell. He smirked.
“Maybe from your dreams, gorgeous.” He manoeuvred his cuffed hands into the empty space of the back of the chair to lean back and look up at his face. Mike chuckled before his features turned thoughtful and he searched his face for a few moments. Richie was starting to feel uncomfortable under his soft stare of warm dark eyes. He clicked suddenly.
“Bev Marsh. Don’t you hang out with her?”
Richie blinked, “Yeah. But don’t worry, sugar, she’s just a side piece.”
Mike hummed and turned to perch on the edge of his father’s desk, crossing his arms, “I know her boyfriend, Ben. I think I see you two smoking outside school sometimes,” He gave a pointed look with a hint of a smile, “Dirty habit.”
“I’m dirty in other places too.” The words fell out his mouth before he thought about it, as usual, and at this point, most people would’ve gotten sick of his indelicate flirting, but Mike laughed, head falling forward and his hand lifting to cover his mouth.
"Yeah, I'm sure," He chuckled, sliding his hands into his jeans pockets, and tilted his head, a playful frown on his face. He jerked his chin, "What did you get busted for, Tozier?"
"Second-degree homicide, I'm afraid," Richie sighed, a bit hypnotised by the way Mike's eyes crinkled in the corners, "Goin’ away for a long time, I expect."
Mike hummed, smiling until Richie could see a peek of his teeth, "Anyone I know?"
Richie caught his breath, "No, no. Just my wealthy husband so I could claim the millions in life insurance when I get out."
"Millions?" Mike feigned thoughtfulness, "Hm. Got room for another in this plan? I could be your alibi lover?"
Richie blinked and swallowed, hard. All of his thoughts was a sudden cacophony of, holy shit he's flirting with me, with a commanding louder order of, don't fuck it up. But then Mike winked at him and his mouth opened, "You'd have to share the conjugal visits with your mom though." Fuck.
But Mike barks in loud laughter, the force of it bending him over. Unfortunately, his hands were still tucked in his pockets meaning that as he tipped forwards, he shifted his centre of balance, and had him falling directly on top of Richie. Luckily for Richie's face, Mike had surprisingly good reflexes and managed to catch himself on the arms of the chair. But now-
"Was that seriously a your mom joke?" Richie could feel Mike's breath on his chin, and wow wow wow wow his eyes were even prettier up close and he's smiling at me oh god his mouth is there it's right there holy shit. When Richie didn't reply, Mike caught where his eyes were fixated: his mouth. It was only then he realises just how close they had become. He went to pull back, just a few inches, but his heart-dropped in a sudden jolt of want at how Richie unconsciously followed the movement forward.
Oh,
he wanted to kiss him. His mouth was full and parted. And they were alone. And he was, yes, very cute, and, yes, very funny, and, yes, very, very close right now-
"Mike? You around here?"
Mike jumped back at his father voice, and Richie had to suppress a groan. So close.
"Yeah, Pop, I'm at your desk," Mike called back, straightening his jacket, his eyes focused on where his thumbs rubbed over the buttons. Richie, for a terrifying moment, thought he'd just dreamed the mutual tension, but when Cheif Hanlon rounded the corner, the flustered smile Mike wore as he greeted him had his heart singing, "Just... talking to Richie."
"Oh?" Hanlon dropped some files on his desk, dropped into the dark leather chair with a sigh, and began to search through his drawers, "Do you two know each other?"
"School, and through some friends," Mike caught his eye and smiled.
Richie thought he should contribute something if just to make sure his voice still works, "Mike knows Ben, who's Bev's boyfriend."
Hanlon make a confirming hum, having found the stamp he was looking for and instead flicked through the papers, "Shame Miss Marsh is grounded, I heard the Aladdin is doing a Valentine special this weekend,"
Mike and Richie shared a smile-stifling look.
"Alright, kid," Hanlon shuffled the files together before settling them down and clasping his hands on top of them, "This time I'm letting you off with a warning," Richie leaned forward, "A warning, Richie. Vandalism is a serious crime but compared to what was... previously there, I believe it's fair to say that it was an illegal improvement."
Richie knew a slap on the wrist when he heard it and so nodded along, looking as remorseful as he could despite having absolutely none for his deed, "Yes, sir."
"I'm going to call your father to come pick you up, and I will be explaining why you're here." The Chief finished with a stern look as he stood from his desk, but Richie swore he saw a ghost of a smile. He looked down to hide his own, "Oh, Mikey, here," He passed something to his son on his way out of the door, "I'll meet you by the car, alright, I've still got some things to sort before we lock up."
"Sure," And as he opened his hand, Richie saw it was the keys to his cuffs.
"Oh, thank god," He sighed and stood up, turning his back to Mike, "While these are a very sexy accessory, I don't believe that much in the saying that beauty is pain, ya know-"
His ramblings inhaled to a halt at the feeling of Mike's warm fingers on his wrist. The lock clicked and Richie started to wriggle his arms but Mike placed a hot palm on the inside of his elbow and his body seemed to melt into his touch. His voice was soft with amusement and concentration, "Don't move so much, you'll hurt yourself."
The cuffs slide off his bony wrists with little restriction then and with a clatter they landed on the desk. Richie rolled the joints until they stopped cracking and then stretched them. Mike eyed the practised ease of the movements and caught the edge of his sleeve when he turned to face him, "Here let me."
With a firm thumb, he massaged his pale wrists with his soft, warm hands, kneading the tight muscle until the ache had all but subsided. Richie didn't take his eyes off his focused face. Mike looked up and met his awed eyes and mistook it, and smiled apologetically, letting his hands fall, "I read a lot. I know how bad sore wrists are."
Richie nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets, the shape of Mike's fingertips tingling his skin, "Thanks."
Mike smiled again, and Richie noticed he did that a lot, but each was warm, different, like they were sculptured just for him for every moment they shared, "No problem."
They both stood in silence for a moment. Then both began to speak at once,
"What did you-"
"Are you free-"
They both stopped with a laugh. Richie nodded, "You first."
"What did you do?" Mike asked, standing up straighter, "Actually, what did you do? What did my Pop mean with illegal improvement?"
Richie swallowed, something curled in his stomach, and he realised he didn't want to tell him; not because he was ashamed, far from it, but because he knew exactly what he'd done and why he'd done it, and he didn't want it to gain him points with him, or something. He did it because it was the right thing to do, not to win something. So he replied simply, "Oh, just a bit of good ol' graffiti."
Mike cocked his head, "Like what?"
Richie shook his head, with a short laugh, "I don't even remember. I just, sort of," He mimed something similiar to trying to control a wild hose, "Everywhere." And it wasn't technically a lie, "But that wall was really ugly, and I'm basically Jackson Pollock, so I one hundred percent improved it, only for the sake of modern art!"
Laughing, Mike conceded, "Alright, I believe you. Derry isn't exactly the pinnacle of picturesque, so I think I should thank you."
Richie bowed dramatically, making Mike laugh harder and those crinkles around his eyes appeared again. He steeled himself, swallowing and decided to just fuck it, "Do you want to go to movies with me tomorrow."
Mike blinked, "What?"
But Richie wasn't stopping, "Their showing that Valentines Day special thing this weekend, aren't they? I mean, I don't mean you're like my Valentine or something! Unless you want to be? You don't have to answer that, ha ha, I just meant I thought it would be fun, and my friend Stan is working there so we could get in free if you want. I mean, do you even like romance films or anything? I like a couple, like Dirty Dancing, or Pride and Prejudice, or Empire Strikes Back-"
Mike clapped his hands on Richie's shoulder with a chuckle, stopping the boy in his place with big eyes staring up at him, "Empire Strikes Back isn't a romance movie."
Richie blinked owlishly at him, "It had a romance in it."
Mike laughed and searched his face; eyes flicking down to his mouth and then back to eyes with an easy smile, "Won't you be grounded, for possibly ever, after this?"
Richie shrugged a shoulder, "My folks still don't know the lock on my window is loose, so..."
Mike bit his lip, knowing that such a blatant disobedience should not be as attractive as he was finding it, "Then," He bent to pick up his satchel, "If you manage to be at the Aladdin at eight tomorrow, I might just happen to be walking that way back from the library."
Richie grinned. The library is on the other side of town, "I'll be waiting."
Mike grinned shyly back.
"Alright, I better catch ya later, Frank."
"G'night, Will. Say hi to Jess for me, yeah?" He called, hugging the phone receiver to the spot behind his ear, humming into the mouthpiece non-committedly. Hanlon smirked a little as he walked away, twirling his keys in his hand as he waved in confirmation.
"Mike?" He called as he skipped down the stairs into the foyer. With a wave to Elfrida, he figured his son was waiting by the car and punched in the pin to open the door.
With a hefty push, the door swung open and he stopped.
In front of him, was Mike, his back to his father as he very clearly had the Tozier boy pressed against the streetlight in the centre of the car park next to his car, illuminating their little corner. Richie's hands were clutching at the back of Mike's denim jacket as Mike held his cheek, tilting his head into his so the light glinted off his thick glasses over his shoulders. Mike's leg was between Richie's, the hand on his hip holding him pressed against him. The two of their mouths moved rhythmically, the bobbing movement of their jaws indication of how deep their kissing was. Something William Hanlon was not keen on ever seeing.
"Michael!”
They broke apart suddenly, still very much entwined with another one and Richie's cheeks a noticeable pink. Simultaneously, Mike eyes and Richie's mouth widened; Mike ducking his head into Richie's shoulder in embarrassment whilst Richie propped his chin on the denim-clas shoulder to smile and wave at the Police Chief.
"Aren't you supposed to be on your way home, Tozier?" Hanlon remarked as he walked towards the two of them.
"Your darling boy was too seducing I'm afraid, sir," Richie replied, earning him a chuckle from the boy nudging at his neck, "I was corrupted!"
Hanlon huffed, pinching his nose, too tired to process the situation and resorted with a short, "Your Ma'll be waiting, Mike."
Mike picked up his head, looking from his father to Richie and looked at his dad with a nervous smile on his lips, "Could you give us a minute, Pop?"
Hanlon looked between them and then nodded, jingling his keys so he could hold up a finger, "One minute."
As the Police Chief walked around the car, effectively blocking the two boys out, he still caught the small murmurings of them, a chuckle, a sigh. He clambered into the driver's seat and, with a short glance, watched as Richie unfurled from his son to bend down and pick up his satchel, passing it to him with a soft smile and unheard words. Whatever he had said, it made Mike smile just as happily back as he looped the strap over his shoulder, before he slid his hands under the open halves of Richie's leather jacket, Richie's holding his forearms, leaning forward to say something in his ear. Richie smiled through a reply. When Mike tipped back the two shared a short look, one intimate enough to make Hanlon glance away, maybe for the best as he missed how they shared a brief parting kiss.
His attention was brought back by the motion and noise of Mike opening the passenger door and falling into the low seat. Mike rolled down the window, "See you later, Richie."
Richie could hardly wave back, his cheeks a dark pink, straightening his glasses, his grin stuck on his face, "See ya."
Chief Hanlon pulled out of the space, the two of them continuing to wave as he turned to drive down the street - Richie even jogging down the lane a bit to keep in sight of Mike. The Hanlon’s disappeared around the bend with a last double beep of the horn.
Richie smiled into the twilight, staring after the car, hand dangling in the air. Tomorrow.
"Richie Tozier, Mike?"
Mike chuckled, watching the orbs of streetlights blur past the window, illuminating the soft look in his eye, and he lifted a shoulder slightly,
"Bad boys do it better."
"I don't even want to know what that means, son."
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19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” - Hanzier
“Hey Mike.” Richie says, absent-mindedly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He sighs as the rain pours onto his rusty old car. “Hey buddy. Hey. Hello. Mike. Oh hey Mike! Didn’t see you there. Wanna come- Wanna. Hey Mike did you - Fuck. Come on, man. Come on!” Richie grits his teeth and takes a deep breath. “You’ve got this man. You’re gonna kill it.” Richie ignored the shudder flowing through him as he said the words, not quite being able to place what it was that kept his hairs on edge whenever he said that. Kill it. Huh. “Hey man, it’s been crazy since we all moved into this new place right? We haven’t been able to hang out a lot have we? Maybe we should then. Yeah I think so too. Just you and me. So I can t-tell you I love y-you FUCK!”
Richie runs to the front door after parking his car, knocking insistently until Bill opens the door and rolls his eyes. “F-forgot your k-keys again?”
“Hey Billiam!” Richie smiles and muffles Bill’s hair as he walks in. “ ‘Seen Mike around?”
“He’s in h-his room - dude you’re g-getting the fl-fl-floor all wet!”
Richie climbs up the stairs as fast as he can manage, arms gangling beside him. He stops right behind Mike’s closed door, and his shoulders drop. Suddenly his heart is in his throat again. He swallows, slowly knocking a few times.
“Come in.” Mike says from inside the door, and Richie opens it, taking a deep breath and walking in.
Mike has his back to him, standing in the middle of the room he shares with Ben, looking intently at the medium-sized glass aquarium sitting on top of their desk. “Hey man.” Richie gulps, biting his lip, not sure why Mike didn’t turn around to face him. “Wrong time?”
“Oh, hey Richie,” Mike says. “Sorry, not at all. I’m just trying to fix this thing. What’s up?”
“Nothing buddy. Just wanted to... uhm. Nevermind. Just. I.” Richie chuckles. “Got the wrong room. Gonna go over to mine now!”
Mike frowns, dropping the tape he had on his hand and turning to face Richie. “Are you okay?”
As he stares at Richie he notices he is as pale as paper. “Jesus, are you alright?” He walks over to him and puts his hand on Richie’s shoulder. “Do you wanna sit down?”
“No-No I’m good. Don’t worry actually - I came here to ask if you wanted to go have dinner with me. Sometime.” Richie yelps. His ears are flaming hot now, and as Mike doesn’t say anything, just looks between his eyes, he begins talking. “Hey no need to look at me like I grew a second head man, what’s a guy gotta do to hang out with his friend?” He brushes it off, smiling. Mike smiles back.
“Well, first of all a guy’s gotta say what’s going on.” Mike squeezes Richie’s shoulder before turning his back to him again. “You’re being weird.”
“I am weird.”
“Well... Can’t argue with that. But it’s just one of your many traits, we love you for it.” Mike chuckles, picking the brown tape up again and covering the sharp edge of the broken glass. “Thanks for inviting me Rich. I’d love to go out and eat something. Real food, though. Tell everyone I’m not going out to get a hot dog again.”
The room is quiet for a few moments before Richie answers. “I meant just you and me.”
“Oh.” Mike frowns again. “Okay. Still, no hot dogs Richie, I mean it. Are you driving?”
Richie smiles. He’s feeling kinda jitterish and if he doesn’t just let it out he feels like he’ll explode. If he doesn’t get the hell out of Mike’s room he’s pretty sure he’s gonna just drop dead on his floor. Oh well. “Hey... sure but I have something to say though. I’m just gonna lay it out to you don’t-don’t turn around.” He says as he sees Mike moving.
“Okay?”
“Well... shit. I don’t know, but I think we should hang out just us and. I like being around you and I think we should.” Richie croaks.
“Okay...”
Richie’s face falls. “Okay...” He’s staring at his sneakers, and Richie isn’t quite sure how to handle this. “It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re best friends. This is probably just a phase anyway. You’re just really awesome man.”
He sees Mike’s shoes in front of his. Richie looks up, expression already a little devastated, knowing he’s gonna see that look on Mike’s eyes. Pity. Loser, Richie. Loser.
Only he doesn’t make it to Mike’s face, eyes freezing on the thing Mike has on his hands. “Eugh!” Richie squeaks. “Oh god fuck!” He’s backing away to the door now, back thumping against it. “What the fuck?!”
Mike chuckles. He’s holding Leon in his hands, a small, oat colored gerbil. “This is Leon.”
“That’s a RAT!”
“Hey! Manners.”
Leon squeals at Richie, and Richie squeals back. “Mike what the hell! No! No! I do not consent!”
“Consent to what?”
“I live here! I will not live with a rat! I will NOT-”
“Ben lives here. He’s fine with him. And you’re being rude, he’s really gentle.” Mike holds back his laugh as he watches Richie’s eyes go from the small gerbil in his hands to Mike’s own eyes. “It’s okay, he won’t be running around the house or anything. I’m keeping him in the aquarium for now.”
Richie sighs. “I’m - nice to meet him, I’m going to my room.”
“Wait! Richie, what did you mean?” Richie looks into his eyes and Mike gulps. “You said you wanted to go... Sorry.” Mike chuckles. “Just worried I got the wrong idea.”
Richie gives him a sad smile. “What’s the wrong idea?
“Don’t get me wrong, but. Maybe it sounded a little like you wanted to go on a date with me.” Mike said, smiling at Richie. He knew that whatever it was, Richie would brush it off and make a joke of it. But Richie didn’t say a thing. He just quietly looked back at Mike. “Oh.”
Richie put his hands in his front pockets as Mike walked over to the aquarium and put Leon back in there. “Oh.” He repeated.
“Okay... Well. Do I get anything else? That’s it?”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s how you ask a guy out?”
“Well, Mike.” Richie sighs. He sees this for what it is. All or nothing. And obviously, he’s all for it. “First of all, it’s been a long day. I had the most annoying shift at work and thinking about coming here and actually telling you this was what kept me going. Just thinking I’d come home and be able to have a chance, an opportunity to- I don’t know, In my head you always said that it was what you wanted too but like you know, it was just in my head.” Mike turned back to him now, and Richie looks back at him. “I’d take you out to this really nice place right across the street from the radio station. We’d eat and talk and we’d... kiss.” Richie laughs nervously. “Mike. Second of all, I love you. I’ll always love you, we’ll always be best friends. Even if this never goes down the romantic road, it won’t get weird or anything like that. I’ll always want to tap that ass, but...” Mike laughs and Richie smiles. “Well third, Mike, if you couldn’t tell already, I think I’m in love with you,” Leon squeals again inside the aquarium and Richie looks back at him, pointing out his finger. “and that scares the crap out of me!”
Mike can’t hold back his fond laughter, and Richie laughs with him. Nothing really feels weird. They’re Mike and Richie after all, and there’s nothing that’s gonna really drive them apart. Mike takes a deep breath, just now acknowledging how fast his heart is actually beating. “Okay... I like that idea.”
Richie blinks. “What?”
Mike chuckles. He steps closer to Richie. “I- I want that too.”
“Oh shit, Mike. Really?”
“Really. I want to go on dates with you. Thank you for asking me Richie, you... were way braver than me.”
Richie has his eyes blown wide, comically magnified by his thick glasses. “Oh shit!”
Mike steps closer to him. “Yeah.”
Richie is nodding, eyes focused on Mike’s lips. “Yeah,” He whispers with parted lips, pulling Mike into a searing kiss.
#amelia thanks so much!!! this is kinda silly but i hope its still enjoyable#writing#hanzier#hanzier fic#drabbles#tinyarmedtrex
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hanzier!! pls
Send me a pairing and I’ll write a short snippet based off whatever song comes on my shuffle!
Hanzier + Leather Jacket by the Arkells
Mike pulled his truck over to the side of the road where a half-dressed, shivering Richie stood. Richie beamed at him and rushed over to the passenger seat.
“Evening, darling,” Mike said, thickening his accent because he knew it got to Richie. The boy’s face flushed slightly, as he opened up the door and slipped inside. “Ya lookin’ for a ride?”
“You’re my hero,” Richie said breathlessly, rubbing at his goosebump covered arms.
Mike smiled softly, grabbing his leather jacket from the back seat and tossing it at Richie. “Cover yourself, Tozier, before you catch cold and die.”
Richie tugged the many sizes too-big jacket around himself and smiled bashfully.
#hanzier#mike hanlon#richie tozier#hanzier fic#my writing#song prompt shinding#WE STAN!!!#WHO THE FUCK USES A PAYPHONE!!?!#im so glad this song came up??? bc it's one of my ultimate hanizer songs#THAT'S FATE BITCH!!!#reddiesetrichie
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“bro, I love you”
there was a prompt i wrote this from forever ago that was like “ways to say i love you; by shouting it”
Pairing: Mike x Richie
Rating: teen and up
Words: 2,387
Mike sits in a circle with his friends with Richie laying his head in his lap. He gently runs his fingers through his boyfriends’ still damp hair. They had spent all day at the quarry, playing in the cool water under the blazing late afternoon sun.
As the day cooled off the less time each loser spent jumping into the water and more time soaking up the evening rays of sunshine. Eventually, they all made their way out of the water and off the beach, up the trail through the woods to where they had parked their cars.
Mike closes his eyes and lifts his face towards the sky, he hears his friends moving and chatting around him but they’re all out of focus. Everywhere Richie is touching him is warm, it’s very distracting and really awesome. Mike smiles to himself before tipping his face down.
He opens his eyes to see Richie looking back at him. Richie sucks in a deep breath when they make eye contact and his eyes go round and wide, looking extra big behind his glasses. “What-“ Mike starts but Richie is scrambling to his feet and, Mike can’t believe him, walking away without a word.
“Baby?” Mike calls after him but his boyfriend keeps walking away toward the trail leading down to the cliff edge. “Richie!?” He calls out. His friends have stopped to see what the commotion was about. “What’s he doing?” Ben asks. Mike just shrugs because he has no idea. He’s not sure what happened but Richie seems spooked.
Mike sighs and stands, he wipes the seat of his trunks off and follows his boyfriends’ retreating form. He runs to catch up to where Richie has made his way halfway down the path. “Bro, c’mon, what are you doing?” Mike calls out, frustrated. Richie stops and swings around. “Babe,” he says grinning “did you just call me bro?” Richie laughs, doubling over, and Mike takes the opportunity to reach his boyfriend and wrap him in his arms.
Richie doesn’t stop laughing but he can’t help but melt in his boyfriends' arms. Mike looks bemusedly at the giggling boy before him. Richie’s hands run up Mike’s arms and clasp around his neck. “Maybe.” Mike teases pecking a kiss to Richie’s nose. Richie giggles again and Mike feels that familiar swell of happiness rise in his chest. God, he likes this boy so so much.
They sway where they stand, just enjoying the weight of the other in their arms. Mike presses kisses to the side if Richie’s head. “Sweetheart,” he whispers near Richie’s ear, “what happened?”
“Hm?” Richie hums into Mikes neck where he's hiding his face. “Why’d you run off?” Mike specifies, running a hand up and down Richie’s back. Richie abruptly tenses and pulls away, his eyes wide.
“Um” Richie gulps, “no reason?” he says, and Mike thinks maybe he meant it as a statement, but it definitely came out like a question. Mike looks over Richie’s face, searching his expression. He won’t meet his eyes and Mike is getting concerned about what’s going on with his boyfriend.
“Did I do something?” He asks, wracking his brain for anything it could be. Richie startles and quickly brings his hands to cup Mike’s cheeks, “no baby, no…” he rests his forehead against Mike’s. “I don’t think you could ever do anything wrong.” He confesses with a small smile.
Mike places a kiss on Richie’s forehead and Richie closes his eyes and sighs. He steps away and grabs Mike’s hand “c’mon, let’s go sit.” He says leading Mike down the path to the quarry edge. Mike whistles a bird call Stan had taught them all. Richie grins over at him then makes his own, admittedly sorry, bird call. They challenge each other back and forth, giggling in-between turns, ’til they’re both sitting on the edge of the cliff, Mike with his legs crisscrossed and Richie’s hanging over the edge.
“Okay so, here’s the thing,” Richie starts “I realized something and it kind of freaked me out,” He starts, waving his hands around as he speaks, “well not like freaked me out like it’s a bad thing, it’s just new and I’m not sure if I should say it?” a stressed sigh leaves him as he thinks. “But I think I really want to say it but…” he admits shyly.
“I don’t know!” He exclaims throwing his hands up. “Maybe you won’t want to hear it! But you’ll be so fucking nice about it because you are just so nice, and sweet, and honestly, sometimes I wonder what someone like you is doing with me—“
Mike starts to interrupt his boyfriends' rant but Richie just hops to his feet and starts pacing with a “fuck, Mikey!” Mike turns his body from the cliff edge to face Richie. He watches him pace for a few moments. Richie’s movements are jerky and he keeps running his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up more and more.
Mike looks on in concern thinking of what he wants to say. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on with his boy, but he’s not going to let Richie think there’s any reason they shouldn’t be together.
“Richie,” Mike says gently, “I’m with you because I really like you! Like, really really like you!” He can feel his face getting hot at the confession, he’s not embarrassed, he could never be; not when it came to Richie and his feelings for him. “I don’t know what you could do to make me give you up, as far as I’m concerned you’re stuck with me, Tozier.” Richie's movements stop and he turns to Mike, his mouth agape and his hands stuck in his hair, “yeah?” He asks breathlessly. Mike smiles, his heart flipping, “yes, baby, of course.” He answers gently.
Richie’s hands fall to his sides and Mike can see his shoulders relax. Mike shifts to his feet and holds his arms out to Richie, “now can you come over here and kiss me?” Mike requests sweetly. Richie grins and steps into his boyfriends' arms.
Their kiss quickly falls into a rhythm and Mike finds himself getting lost in it. “Fuck, your lips are so soft,” Mike moans. He goes to deepen the kiss, but Richie ends it, pulling away from Mike. He starts to protest but stops when he catches sight of Richie’s mischievous grin, and Mike’s breath catches at how beautiful he looks. His well-kissed lips stretching to show all of his teeth and his freckles standing stark against his pale skin. Mike can practically see the sparkle he gets in his eyes when he’s excited about something.
Richie takes a moment to take in Mike’s face taking in his own, he’s not sure about what he’s going to do, but Mike has always made him feel brave. He presses a quick kiss to Mike’s lips then spins and sprints to the cliff edge. “Richie!?” He hears Mike exclaim before he’s flying off the cliff.
“I
LOVE
YOUUUUUUUUUUU”
he shouts as he plummets towards the water below. His whole body feels like it’s on fire until he hits the cool water with a splash.
At the top of the cliff, Mike stands stock still. Did he just say I love you? Richie…loves him? It feels like sparklers are lighting up his body as one thought echoes through his head; he loves me he loves me he loves me…Mike sprints to the cliff and flies over it with an excited shout. He hears Richie exclaim before he’s sinking into the water where he lands next to him.
He surfaces as quickly as he can and when his head breaks through the surface he shakes the water out of his eyes, frantically searching for his boyfriend. His boyfriend who LOVES HIM! He spots Richie’s pale face like a shock against the dark water. His eyes are wide and his expression can’t seem to decide between worried and amused.
Mike swims towards him, close enough for their legs to brush with every kick. Mike crowds Richie to shallower water so he can stand, then wraps Richie’s legs around his waist, holding him steady with strong hands on his thighs. Richie hesitantly wraps his arms around Mike’s shoulders and clasps his hands together. So far Mike hasn’t done anything to make Richie think this is going to go badly, but he’s insecure, sue him.
“You love me?” Mike asks in awe. Richie goes to shrug then stops and nods shyly. Mike laughs, his heart glowing with happiness. “You know, I think I love you too, baby-doll,” Mike says his happiness escaping in giggles. Richie tilts his head a puzzled expression on his face, “you think?” He asks, unclasping his hands from around Mike’s neck and leaning as far back as he can with his hands on Mike’s broad shoulders.
Mike moves his hands from Richie’s thighs to the small of his back, pushing gently to bring him back in closer, and Richie doesn’t even consider refusing his boyfriends wish. He shakes his head speaking, “sorry, that’s not fair, I took you by surprise-“ Mike covers Richie’s mouth with his hand and he looks up to see a frown on his face but notices his gentle eyes. “Baby, if you don’t stop talking down about yourself, we’re gonna have a problem.”
Richie’s light laugh is muffled by Mikes' hand so he pulls it down and laces their fingers together. “Even when you threaten me you’re sweet, Mikey.” Mike chuckles and presses a kiss to Richie’s lips. He pulls away only far enough to murmur “I love you” between kisses.
Soon they’re not so much as kissing as pressing their smiles together as Mike professes his love over and over. “I love you, baby…I love you…I love you…I love your lips…fuck baby, I love you so much…you’re perfect baby…”
By the time they leave the water they’re shivering and blue. The moon shines brightly in the sky, lighting the footpath back to the clearing holding their friends. They walk in, holding each other tight, to see a bonfire burning and not all of their friends. Only Ben, Bev, and Bill are present, sitting in a half circle around the fire.
“Hey, where’ve you been?” Bill calls softly when they get close enough to hear. “Oh, ya know, just taking a swim,” Richie answers flippantly. “Did you encounter a wild octopus?” Ben teases, “or leeches!” Bev exclaims, and she and Ben laugh and fist bump. Bill chuckles, appraising Richie’s hickey covered neck, the color stark on his pale skin against Mike’s brown arm hanging over his shoulders.
Richie blushes and glances at Mike who’s smirking back at him. He runs a finger over Richie’s sensitive neck causing Richie to shiver. “Nah,” Richie says dazedly, caught in the honey of Mike’s dark eyes, “just a really hot guy that really knows his way around a d—hmph!“ He’s cut off when Mike slams his mouth over his, sucking in his bottom lip. Richie groans into his mouth, immediately hypnotized by his boyfriend. Their friends boo and heckle them but Richie just flips them off, content to enjoy the aggressive way Mike’s tongue is licking into his mouth, his legs turning to jelly until he has to cling to his boyfriend just to stay upright.
Mike pulls away after a moment and whispers “I love you” in Richie’s ear, then nonchalantly turns to ask “Where did Stan and Eddie go?” He struggles to keep a straight face as Richie nuzzles into his neck, nipping at his ear, declaring his love in a distracting whisper. “They had to make curfew,” Bev explains, holding up her phone to show the late time.
“Shit, when did it get so late?” Mike exclaims in surprise. He notices his friends glancing at each other and giggling; “probably sometime between those hickeys and a bj,” Bev cries through laughter, making the boys on either side of her crack up. Richie giggles so Mike pinches his side making Richie laugh harder. Mike looks on fondly at his laughing friends, happy they’re happy, even when they’re teasing him.
Mike can’t help but draw Richie in and kiss him, overwhelmed by how perfect this moment feels. By how in love he is. He hears his friends laugh and go back to their own conversation, ignoring the idiots making out in front of them. Mike draws his kisses out, knowing he’s stringing Richie along and knowing his boyfriend is enjoying every minute of it just as much as he is.
He bites at Richie’s lip earning a small whimper that makes him shiver in pleasure. He plays every trick he’s memorized from all his practice drawing new sounds out of his boyfriend. He keeps going until he can feel Richie’s hard on when he shifts, and that’s when he pulls away.
Richie lets out an embarrassingly needy whine that he tries to stifle by biting into Mike’s neck. He can feel Mike’s chuckle as much as he hears it. He jumps and lets go when Mike pinches his side, “shit!” He yelps. He goes to glare at his boyfriend, who knows he’s ticklish, but when he sees the heat in his eyes all discontent feelings vanish, replaced by a quickly spreading heat that’s melting his insides.
“Let’s get out of here.” Mike murmurs, his voice low and kinda raspy. Richie’s mouth goes dry and his thoughts turn into an incoherent buzz, but his mouth is forming words that babble out of him. “Yeah! Yes, fuck yes! Holy fuck yeah, let’s go…”
he takes Mike’s hand and starts pulling him to the truck they drove in. “Alright guys, we’re gonna bounce,” Richie calls his shoulder as they retreat from the bonfires warmth, “see you later! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Richie calls again as they reach the truck parked second—farthest away.
They faintly hear Bev and Ben bidding them goodnight between giggles, and an amused “beep beep!” from Bill, as they scramble into the front seats, Mike in front of the wheel. “And what do you think we’ll be doing, baby?” Mike asks suggestively and Richie eagerly lists all the dirty things he wants to do for Mike, who smirks as he shifts the car into drive, and turns the car to the road home.
#veganmo#mike hanlon#richie tozier#hanzier#the losers club#bill denbrough#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#eddie kaspbrak#stanley uris#it fic#it#it fanfiction#hanzier fic
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Hanzier- mistletoe hc
This is cheesy but Christmas is the time of year where mike and richie can embrace their cheesiness
Also they’re all like 18 in this and they share a house or something idk
Ok so richie specifically bought a piece of mistletoe so he could kiss someone under it like in the movies
It’s been a dream of his for a while to be honest
He goes around to each of the losers trying to get a Christmas kiss
He just sort of pops up in front of them holding the mistletoe above their head which probably isn’t the best way to go about it
Bev giggles and kisses him on the cheek but it’s all a bit too cheesy for her
Ben is just in shock and gives him an awkward high five which almost knocks richie to the ground
Stan informs richie that he’d rather gouge his eyes out (although he does feel bad for richie and maybe he knows who richie really wants to kiss and maybe he starts to make a plan and maybe he tells bev about this plan)
Eddie just tells richie that his breath smells like onions and then walks away
Bill blushes and says he has his eyes on someone else this Christmas he then not so subtly glances at eddie
By this time the piece of mistletoe has lost most of it’s leaves and is looking rather worse for wear
Richie takes this as a sign to give up and so he shoves it in his pocket and takes a seat on the couch
He’s just not feeling the Christmas spirit, he has to rub his eyes to stop the sting because the lights on the tree are blinding him
He then feels someone drop down next to him
His eyes are adjusting to the bright lights again and he realises it’s mike
Mike is looking at him fondly probably about to ask if he wants some hot chocolate and then richie sees him glance upwards
There is a perfectly placed piece of mistletoe hanging above their heads
They both slowly look down at eachother and richie begins to speak
“Haha well I guess that means we have to-”
But he is cut off by Mike leaning in and kissing him on the lips, he pulls away after a second, a look of uncertainty flitting across his face before richie grabs both sides of his face and pulls him in again
Richie thinks he can see stan and bev looking in and high-fiving eachother but he doesn’t care
He’s definitely feeling the Christmas spirit now because his stomach is full of excited butterflies just like the feeling he used to get on Christmas eve knowing that father Christmas would soon be there (he hopes it won’t follow with the disappointment he got when his parents decided he was too old for that stuff anymore)
Eventually they both have to pull away to catch their breath but somehow richie is now straddling mike and beaming up at him
Richie pulls down the mistletoe from above them and gets out the crumpled one in his pocket
He then says half jokingly “so if one piece of mistletoe means we have to kiss then does two mean we get to fuck?”
Mike lifts richie off his lap, puts him back on the couch, stands up and walks towards his bedroom
He turns around just before he gets through the doorway
“I don’t know but I guess you’ll just have to find out” and then proceeds to leave the room
Richie is sure that he has died in that moment
He scrambles up off the couch almost falling over and runs faster than he ever has before towards mike’s room
He makes sure to shout “NOBODY BOTHER US WE HAVE IMPORTANT BUSINESS TO ATTEND TO” because he definitely doesn’t want this moment interrupted
#hanzier#hanzier fic#hanzier hc#mike hanlon x richie tozier#mike x richie#mike hanlon#richie tozier#christmas hc#mistletoe#kaspbrough#my post
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n.sfw a little so no minors BUT what are your fav fics where Richie Tozier sucks dick and loves to do it. leave ur links below :)
#reddie fics#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#mike hanlon#bill denbrough#stan uris#ben hanscom#beverly marsh#reddie#stozier#bichie#hanzier#benchie#bottom richie tozier#sub richie tozier#top eddie kaspbrak#bottom eddie kaspbrak#top richie tozier#minors dni#my post
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I should be sleeping considering I can’t keep my eyes open any longer yet my brain says “no we need to see if anymore fics have been posted so we can read them must find them now”
#I’m kinda a mess rn#my body is literally so tired rn#i blink and my eyes just don’t open like they’re suppose to#but i need to read another fic#reddie#stozier#stanbrough#hanzier#stanpat#stanlon#bichie#anything guys#benverly#fanfics
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Mike Hanlon/Stanley Uris, Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Mike Hanlon & Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Stanley Uris Characters: Mike Hanlon, Stanley Uris, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Mutual Pining, they are all slightly ooc cuz idk how to write, sonia isn’t the way she usually is just overprotective (but that’s not really relevant so), also one (1) suicide joke in the very beginning Summary:
In which Mike and Richie are best friends crushing on Stan and Eddie, who are also best friends, respectively. Title from “Marlboro Nights” by Lonely God.
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Hanzier + baking cookies ❤❤❤
“Oh shit,” Richie said, looking from his boyfriend to bag of sugar. He moved fast to knock the spoon out of Mike’s hand, the one that had been going in to taste the cookie dough.
“You can’t eat that,” He explained apologetically, “It’s possible some idiot mixed up the sugar and salt.”
Send me a ship + AU setting and I’ll write a 3 sentence fic
#hanzier#richie can't cook#sorry but its true#he probably has like 4 go to dishes#enough to impress people#Also Monse is a mind reader bc Im literally writing a fic about Richie cooking right now#amazing#jem-carstairs-is-perfection
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tags are dumb
#im literally so suprised how far hanzier has came#i used to have in my bio that i ‘created’ the ship#that was like really weird and passive aggressive of me#but i think i worked hard writing all the hcs i did and the fics#i’m suprised ppl really loved them together and started requesting and writing themselves!!!#esp after being inactive for so long#i love hanzier i’m glad everyone loves hanzier!!!!
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anyways send me a fake fic title and a ship so i can write a summary based off the title!!! im so fuckin bored
#reddie#byler#byeler#benverly#hanbrough#stanlon#kasplon#hanzier#denscom#hanslon#elmax#lumax#stoncy#stonathan#stancy#who knows maybe i'll write a real fic for one of those
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if you're still doing the random song thing then maybe some hanzier?
Send me a pairing and I’ll write a short snippet based off whatever song comes on my shuffle!
Hanzier + Grow Up by Simple Plan
“Why?”
That was the only response Stan had when he walked into the apartment he shared with Mike and Richie to find every single surface covered in spray string. He turned to his oldest friend, ready for a lecture, but Richie already had his hands up in defensive.
“BEFORE you yell at me, this Mike’s idea!” Richie cried. “Okay yes- I bought the string, but Mike found it my room and he started it! He sprayed first!”
Stan turned to Mike, giving him the look of utter betrayal, only to find purple spray string hitting him directly in the face,
#hanzier#hanzier fic#my writing#mike hanlon#richie tozier#song prompt shinding#PEAK RICHIE TOZIER CORE SONG#the only time i can write stanlon is when its a different pairing and idc#softstanlonn
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Momentary Losers Chapter 2
AO3 link
chapter 1 chapter 3
Summary: Richie and his bandmates get back from a tour to meet Stan's boyfriend Bill, and Bill's small and anxious best friend Eddie. From the moment they met, Richie was infatuated, but he was sure Eddie hated his guts. How could he not? Richie was everything Eddie wasn't. Little did Richie know, everyone has a little bit of a "Total Disaster" in them.
there are mentions of doing hard drugs and mentions of alcohol use so like,, just a warning also richie makes some gross jokes but hes richie so
Ships: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak, Stanley Uris/Bill Denbrough, Beverly Marsh/Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon/Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris/Mike Hanlon (eventually)
The sun is shining, it’s summer. Four teens sitting on the ledge on a cliff. “We’re gonna get out of here as soon as we can, right?” the red headed girl asked.
The boy with the dark skin and soft smile placed his hand on her thigh. They looked each other in the eyes. “Yeah. Yeah, we are.”
“Before we go, I gotta give Stan’s mom a kiss,” Richie added, not quite ruining the moment. Mike put his arm around Richie’s shoulder.
Stan rolled his eyes as Beverly laughed. “How can you kiss her if you already drowned?” Stan smiled at his best friend.
“Stan the man gets off a good one.”
Richie was being shaken awake and he slowly opened his eyes. He was laying face down on the couch in the living room. It took him a few seconds to realize he was home, and not in a moving vehicle. He looked up at person who woke him up, unsurprised to see a familiar blur. He blinked his eyes, forgetting that he just has terrible vision.
“Wake up dumbass, make me breakfast,” it was Stan.
Richie smiled. “I come home and the hubby wants me to make him food as soon as I wake up. Cassandra I wanna leave him, but what about the kids?” Richie’s voice was high pitched and he managed a pretty southern drawl, sounding like a housewife from Kentucky. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and replied to himself in a different version of the same voice, this one a bit lower. “Well I dunno Vicki, I just do what Mark asks me to,” he stretched and yawned.
“I don’t know, I kinda wanna just stab him and end it, Cassie,” Stan did an awful version of the first voice.
Richie laughed, grabbing his glasses off of the coffee table. “God, I’ve missed you,” he stood up.
Stan smiled. “I’ve missed you too, nerd. Now, go make breakfast. Mike left last night with Bev and Ben and I have a hangover.”
Richie smiled, glad that he didn’t drink last night. He did however, do a line of coke with Bill. Ah, bonding with one's best friends’ boyfriend can only go two ways with Richie Tozier. Stan had gotten hammered, kissing Bill sloppily, and crying about how much he missed Bev, Mike, and especially Richie. Richie wouldn’t be surprised if Stan was still a little drunk.
They all had gotten a little high that night, except Eddie, he wouldn’t go near any of the drugs. Richie was the only one that hadn’t touched any alcohol. Eddie, had drank the most, rambling about how nervous he was. He explained how weird it was being around so many people, but he slurred his words as he talked to himself. He laughed at everything anyone else said, and Richie called him adorable.
They had all left, Bill and Eddie taking an Uber. Eddie had laughed about the irony of an Uber driver calling for an Uber. Ben was the most sober out of them all, drinking a little at the beginning of their small gathering, and sobering up enough by the end. He took Mike home with him and Bev.
Now Richie was wearing nothing but his boxers, one sock, and his glasses. He put his hair in a messy bun so he could cook without having a hairy disaster. Stan lifted himself onto the counter, and pulled his phone from his pocket. He turned it on and winced at the brightness, immediately turning it down. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ay, dare I say that this is the effect of alcohol,” Richie smiled as he flipped the vegan bacon. He did a british accent, winking at Stan.
Richie isn't vegan, but Stan is. When with Stan, Richie adheres to veganism to support his best friend. He understood that Stan’s reason for it was that it was the best way for him to respect himself, the world, and his religion. Richie didn't have the same concerns, being raised Catholic but dropping religion for a carefree lifestyle, however he wanted to help Stan in anyway he could. That meant having vegan products in the house, that meant going to vegan kosher restaurants together, and he even went to Stan's bar mitzvah when they were just middle schoolers in Derry, Maine.
Stan glared at him. “Shut the fuck up,” he rolled his eyes.
Stan usually was the one to cook. Richie wasn’t the best cook, but he wasn’t bad. “Did you take an aspirin?” Richie asked.
Stan noodded. “Yeah and I threw up as soon as I woke up. Darted right into the bathroom, then I woke you up.”
“Aw, such a blessing that you thought of lil ol’ me as you blew chunks,” Richie laughed, licking his lips.
Richie missed this. Having breakfast with Stan after a party. He missed spending time with Stan. Stan was always busy running the lgbt youth center while Richie was gone. He kept himself busy.
Now, they were eating breakfast and drinking orange juice. Stan was wearing a neon t shirt that Richie had given him a few years back. Along with a pair of Marilyn Monroe sweatpants, Stan was wearing his pajamas. Richie was wearing his pajamas too. Minus the other sock. He usually just slept in his boxers and a pair of socks, half the time kicking either one or both socks off in his sleep.
“You've been wearing your glasses a lot recently,” Stan said after a long silence.
Richie shrugged. “Easier than putting in my contacts.”
Stan noddded. “Some girls on social media have already photoshopped flower crowns onto pictures of you in your glasses.”
Richie cracked a smile. “Was your mom the first one to start the trend?”
Stan rolled his eyes. This was normal. Richie liked making jokes about Stan's mom. Stan rolled his eyes at these jokes. It didn't matter now that Stan was texting his boyfriend. It didn't matter that Richie was kind of sad that his best friend was splitting his attention. This was normal to them.
“I promised the kids that you would be there today. Do you want me to come?” Stan asked after he finished his food.
“I know I made you breakfast and all that but I don't think Bill or the kids would appreciate me making you come,” Richie winked.
Stan scoffed. “As if.”
Richie smiled, doing his best Jamie Kennedy impression. “Oh really Alicia? ‘as if’?”
Stan finally laughed. “You're a mess.”
“And you love me.”
When they arrived at the youth center, Richie was wearing his contacts. He also was wearing a button up that looked like a bowling alley carpet, with plaid pants with ripped knees. Stan said that the clashing patterns gave him a headache, but Richie just stuck his tongue out and stuck up his middle finger.
When they stepped inside, Richie greeted the 18 year old volunteer at the desk. She gave him a big smile. When Stan stopped at the desk, she took a deep breath as a light blush spread across her face. Richie crouched, putting his elbows on the desk. “Y’know Al, you gotta show me how you do your makeup,” he waved his hand in front of his face. “Love the pride colors,” he smiled.
Al smiled. She was wearing a nude lipstick and her eyeshadow in the bi pride colors. The pink and purple were used as a smoky eye base, and she used blue eyeliner. “Takes a lot of practice, I’ll tell you that.”
“I’m sure Bev would also like some tips, right Stan?”
Stan shrugged. “I’m sure that if she saw how talented Al is she would love some tips,” That’s what Richie was looking for. He knew that a compliment from Stan would make the girls day. “Let’s go check on the others and make sure no one is dead,” Stan grabbed Richie’s arms and lifted him up.
Richie saluted Al as he and Stan walked inside. “Stanthony you can’t lead the poor girl on,” Richie put his arm around Stan’s shoulder.
Stan rolled his eyes. “She’s 18, Richie. I also have a boyfriend, y’know because I’m gay.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, but you haven’t told her that it’s inappropriate, for all she knows you’re playing hard to get,” Richie pursed his lips and paused for a second. “Maybe that’s why Mike never asked you out.”
Stan sighed. “Richie we all know that Mike never asked me out because he likes you more. May God help him.”
Richie scoffed. “Just because he blows me-”
Stan lightly punched Richie as a group of teenagers ran over to them. Richie immediately recognized all of them. He gave each of them a hug and listened to them as they told him about stuff they or Stan did while he was gone. Zoe showed him some of their art and he couldn’t help but praise the kid. They had such great talent. Richie couldn’t wait to give them their binder on Christmas.
One of the teens took Stan to turn on the radio. As soon as the music started, Richie knew Stan would change the song. “Leave it!” he shouted, then heard Stan groan.
“Rich, this isn’t even one of your good songs!”
I'm gettin' bi
Oh yeah, I'm lettin' my bi flag fly
Not gonna hide it, not gonna lie
I'm a bi kinda guy
There’s no reason to be shy
My oh my, it's a fact I can't deny
I'm bi, bi, bi until the day I die
After a few hours of making sure everything was okay at the center, and that it would be ready to be a shelter that night, Richie and Stan picked Mike, Ben, and Bev up for lunch. Mike was vegan, but Bev and Ben weren’t. The couple still agreed to have a vegan meal with them.
When Stan left the table to go to the bathroom, Bev picked her food up with her fork and put it on Richie’s plate. “I don’t like it,” she said quietly. “It’s not real chicken.”
“Then you should have gotten something that didn’t have a meat substitute,” Ben shrugged.
Richie nearly choked on his food. “Ben, I didn’t know you needed a substitute. Bev, why didn’t you tell me? I would happily-”
“Beep beep Richie,” Mike said, with a small smile on his face. He liked the joke, but he at least had enough manners not to laugh at that joke in public.
Bev snorted. “As if you could do any better in bed than Ben.”
“Is that a challenge? Ben, you wanna watch while I fuck your girlfriend?”
Ben coughed, his face going red. Bev let out a loud laugh, clapping her hand on Ben’s back. Mike bit his lip to keep from laughing too loud. Stan approached the table, a small frown on his face. “Did Richie say something about me while I was gone?”
Mike didn’t stop himself from laughing this time. Bev hadn’t stopped laughing, tears were now streaming down her face. Ben rolled his eyes. “No, they’re laughing at me.”
Stan gave a small nod. “Gotta watch what you say around him.”
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Hanzier baby it’s cold outside hc
They’re all just chillin listening to christmas songs
Mike is in the kitchen making cookies because he loves to make cookies (and he knows how much richie loves eating them because his mum never made him any)
Richie keeps changing the song after only 10 seconds because he gets bored and Eddie is growing more and more impatient until richie gasps and jumps up
Baby it’s cold outside has started to play and richie is beyond excited
“Oh my god! Oh my god! Guys! Someone come sing with me I know all the words!!! Please!!! Please!!”
Nobody wants to move because they’re all too cozy
Richie is beginning to lose hope when he remembers that mike is in the kitchen
Mike cannot say no to richie, he’s a sucker for joining richie in his dramatic acts and really he had no chance
Sure enough he’s being pulled into the living room of the denbrough household with flour on his apron and icing on his jaw and neck ( richie is definitely not thinking about how he wants to lick it off)
The song is almost 30 seconds in but richie starts to sing
“So really I’d better scurry”
And Mike joins in the next line with perfect timing and a big smile on his face
“beautiful please don’t hurry”
Richie is SO overdramatic it’s ridiculous
Hand gestures and swooning everywhere
Mike grabs his hand and swirls him around and they’re both giggling
Richie pretends to slap his hand away in disapproval and then gives him a cheeky wink
Eddie is laughing at first but then becomes mesmerised by how well they move together and how nice their voices sound together
Stan is trying to look grumpy but really he’s holding back a laugh and smiling fondly at bill
Bill is trying to join in the singing but he’s awful and he’s smiling too much anyway
Beverly also tries to sing along but she can’t stop laughing at richie’s ridiculous theatrics
Ben is smiling so hard at his friends and seeing beverly laughing hysterically makes his heart swell
When ben isn’t looking beverly looks at him and sees his pink cheeks and his eyes sparkling and her heart soars and they are both just so in love with each other
The song is ending and mike and richie are trying to stop giggling so they can sing the last lines
They’re both singing the final harmony now standing next to eachother hands connected in the middle and their other hands in the air doing jazz hands
“Oh but it’s cold out siiiiiiiiiiide” they both sing together trying to hold the note for as long as possible
Mike is about to start laughing when richie suddenly yanks him towards him, grabs the front of mike’s apron and pulls him in for a kiss
It lasts about 10 seconds and mike’s hand is slowing moving to richie’s waist but he’s in too much shock to properly reciprocate
Everyone is just in silence watching the kiss
Bill and ben are just in pure shock because they really did not see it coming
Bev is shocked because finally richie kissed mike after all his stupid pining but she can’t believe he did it right now in front of them
Eddie is just like “Woah oh my god” over and over in his head because they looked good dancing together and this is just woah
Stan is honestly just thinking what the fuck because seriously right in front of his salad
Richie pulls away and nobody has said anything yet and he’s lowkey freaking the fuck out
“Haha guys come on it’s part of the song haha guys”
Stan is like “What the fuck richard”
Richie just carries on talking “jeez guys it’s not my fault you don’t understand the art of putting on a show. Seriously I’m just trying to spice it up a little for you guys you know, make it exciting”
Still nobody says anything and richie is STILL talking “ don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it guys, look at eddie he probably has a har-”
“Beep beep richie” mike says before pulling richie in for a kiss
Richie is finally silent and puts his on the back of mike’s head to deepen the kiss
Last Christmas has started to play and it’s too good to not sing to and soon everyone is dancing and singing and just having a great time
Richie and Mike sneak off halfway through finish making out decorating the cookies
#hanzier#mike x richie#mike hanlon x richie tozier#stenbrough#benverly#ben x beverly#richie tozier#mike hanlon#beverly marsh#stanley uris#ben hanscome#bill denbrough#eddie kasparak#christmas hc#hanzier hc#headcannon#hanzier fic
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Caught in the Middle (4/?)
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Stan was waiting for Bill to finish his shower, it was date night and regardless of the information Richie had dropped on him the other day, they were going to have a good time. However while waiting Stan got a bit antsy he started poking around instead of sitting comfortably on the couch flipping through tv channels that could barely hold his attention. He started to minorly adjust little things like the throw on the back of the couch and the pillows placed strategically in the corners.
Eventually he made his way down the hall and into Bills bedroom, his eyes gravitated to te small sqaure pillow half slouched out of place, no second thoughts as he fluffed and replaced the pillow. His eyes were on the walls again, taking in the shelves of knick knacks and book, some appearing to be for drawing. He was staring down a paper boat with S.S. Georgie written along the top of the body. He smiled to himself recalling Bills story about everytime his families in town his little brother hopes it rains so they can go out and watch the paper boat sail. He was too trained on that when he closed a dresser drawer and a file fell. Emptying half another one and threatening another 2.
His eyes snapped to the floor papers finishing their dance across waxed hardwood floors. "Shit." He hissed out making quick of scooping them all up his heart jumping with the spike of anxiety praying he can distinguish what files go where before Bills out.
He felt clammy when he realized the file he was holding was on the one and only Henry Bowers, he took a deep breath peeking at the other three still sitting on the spotless dresser. Lo and behold he was met with the names of Patrick Hockstetter, Victor 'Vic' Criss, and Reginald 'Belch' Huggins. How much nformation did Bill have on these idiots? He didn't have enough time to find out right now he couldn't have had much longer before Bill made his grand entrance.
Curiousity was digging at him as he lightly skimmed pages and shoved them into place. Some papers dated to Richie and Stans run in with them in middle school. No time to dig, was all he could repeat to himself.
Stan had just finished readjusting the files,setting them properly on the dresser when Bill had come in the room, only a towel to keeping his modesty intact. He felt even more flustered as Bill made his way over to where he stood. "How nuh-nice to find you here." Atleast Bill didn't sound upset even though Stan felt like he was over stepping a boundary. He didn't move until he felt soft lips drop a kiss on his neck. "You're more than wel-welcome to stay while I change." Stan loved that half teasing voice.
In a swift motion Stan had turned in the trap of Bills toned arms. "You're not getting lucky tonight. Get dressed, I'll be out in the living room." Stan managed to distract him with a kiss opening up his escape from the cozy room.
Bill trailed out of his room shortly after, dressed casually in jeand and a flannel layered over a t-shirt. Stan couldn't help but trail his eyes up his boyfriend. Yeah he looked good in suits but seeing him in street wear always unleashed butterflies in his tummy. Bill had a smug smile when their eyes met,his hand reaching out once he got close enough, fingers dancing alone Stans smooth jaw, leading him into a gently kiss. "You ready?" Stan just nodded, letting Bills hand slide from his jaw to his lower back, letting himself be guided out the door.
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Stan was looking at is and Bills hands intertwined over the center console as Bill was driving. He spared Bill a glance, almost breathless at the glow casted upon him in the setting sun. "Why do you have such heftly files on Bowers gang?" He cursed the shake of his voice, making how unsure of himself he was known.
The surprise that crossed Bills face was mostly hidden by sunglasses. He gave a small squeez to Stans hand, running his thumb over the soft skin above his thumb. "Eddie and Mike were worried to begin with once news traveled that they were back in town. Then after Richies little confession, Eddie contacted Bev for me for any information she had on file. We'd all preferto be prepared if the stalking has to do with them."
Stan nodded, "Okay. Thanks for telling me." Questions took a back seat in his mind as Bill pulled their hands up to his lips, kissing Stans knuckles. He could tuck them away for later. They could have a nice date night and not worry about anything. They would enjoy alone time with the peace of mind of having both Eddie and Mike at his apartment with Richie.
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Back at the aparement Eddie had made himself comfortable in Stans room, creeping about online fore any more information he can find on the hivemind that called themselves Bowers gang. Trying to figure out more than just what went on in the malls of Derry's public middle school and highschool. Something that could have cause Richie to so aggresivley avoid any chance of coming in contact with Patrick Hockstetter.
Mike had made them dinner, introducing Richie to the wonders of vegan food with his personal favorite of buffalo cauliflower tacos. He wont be admiting to anyone how flustered he felt at every bit of praise that fell from Richie as he graciously at the meal placed infront of him. Eddie almost fondly rolled his eyes at the two dancing around each other, taking his dinner with a quick thank you as he escaped back to Stans room.
Hours later Eddie had given up out of frustration, no one he had contacted had been helpful, all saying the same things that were in Bevs files he had past on to Bill early that morning. Eddie had grabbed his dishes and headed out of the room, full intentions on cleaning up. Given what Stan had told him about the mess Ricie tends to produce, he expected for his work to be cut out for him. But he was met with a spotless everything and Richie very much asleep atop Mike. Both made themselves comfortable on the couch, Richies light snores barely audible above the movie they had fallen asleep during.
Eddie debated on taking a peek in Richies room to the sound of The Breakfast Club humming over the tv speakers. He huffed out a breath as he decided to risk it, once again sneaking past the sleeping pair and back down the hall. When the door popped open he was pleasantly surprised. The room wasn't a mess, it was scattered and very much fit Richies abit scatter brained personality. He managed his escape with Richies year books for all four years of highschool. Getting cozy once again in Stans room to do a little more personaly digging.
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On the otherside of town Stan and Bill had made their way out of the cinema still snickering at the so bad it's funny orror flick that had just witnessed. Bills hands were on Stans hips, letting himself be led out of the crowded lobby, full of angry people and into the cool night air.
Stan relished in the intimacy of Bill kissing his neck so openly, melting into warm toned arms tha thad made their way around his waist as those slips traveled up to his ear. "Care to fuh-finish off this night with pizza and a guh-good movie?"
"Sounds like a dream, babe." with that Bill began to pull him away to the warmth of his car. Stan watched on with hooded eyes as Bill did the simple task of ordering a pizza for them. Bill took one glance at Stan once he was done, flushing ever so slightly.
"You're so cute. It's buh-borderline unfair, Stuh-Stanley." He accepted Stans kiss, relinquishing all control. Liking Stan in charge more than he's currently willing to admit.
"I'd argure that you're the cute one, William." Stan smiled as Bill laughed, taking a moment to steal one last kiss before heading on their way to pick up their dinner.
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Both boys, now full of Pizza were cuddled up on the couch, being over critical of the logic in a rom com they had found on tv. Stan was situated between Bills legs, face smushed against Bills chest. Bills fingers were making their way through perfect curls, watching them bounce back into place effortlessly more than he was watching the movie if he was honest.
It wasn't long before the movie was shut off prematurely, garbage was finally tossed and both boys sleepily made their way back to Bills bedroom. They didn't have to share words as Bill handed Stan pajamas for the night and went to the bathroom to change himself, taking the time to relieve himself. He hadn't wanted Stan to get off of him even though he had to go the second they got comfortable.
By time Bill returned Stan had already gotten cozy in his bed. The fuzzy pants may fight him with staying up and the shirt is big enough to constantly try and expose one of his shoulders to the cold. But he was cozy and the warm blanket were encouraging him more as he waiting for Bill to join him.
The second Bill had gotten comfortable he was met with an armful of the one and only Stan Uris. Warm breath already fanning over his chest, the rhythmic pattern of soft noises that left Stan lulled Bill to sleep effortlessly.
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Later that night when Stans eyes peel open agaisnt his will he's annoyed. He really has to pee but he really doesn't want to leave the warmth he had burrowed in. It takes way too much contemplation before but he fianlly pulls himselfs from Bills arms and blindly made his way to the bathroom. He opted to leave the pants folded atop the closes hamper, no longer willing to pull them up every two seconds.
Just as he was about to crawl back into bed, the soft sheets and Bills peaceful face calling his name, but his curiouslty peaked once again when his eyes caught sight of the folders still on the dresser. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek or actually skim through them would it? He spent more time that he'd like to admit doing just that. Skimming over things he had already known. He was constantly glancing back at Bill to check if he was still asleep, not witnessing his odd disappointment. Nothing deviated too far from the information he already had found himself. But he knew what was in the files now and it wouldn't drive im crazy. At least that's what he told himself as he curled up with Bill once again.
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Eddie made more headway than Stan that night. He made himself a note to ask Richie about what it was like having braces junior and senior year when any feeling of betrayl passed over.
However what was more important to thetask at hand was the disturbing message he had found in the very back of his sophomore year, yearbook. Adding upto Bowers gang being seniors if they put their heads together to form one brain to finish highschool. Patrick had left him a not and it made Eddie feel ill.
"You were so good this year, my sweet toy. Sad to see it go.Possibly our paths will cross again and we could have one more night.Just like you're protecting Flamer again. Never forget out time together Bucky Beaver."
His hand writing was so neat and his signature was so practiced it only left a deeper uneasy feeling in Eddies gut. What had he done when Richie was only 15.
Eddie was pacing the room while he texted Bill to be over as soon as possible in the morning.
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So, I didn’t expect my kaspln fic to be wayyyyyyyyyy better than my hanzier fic. Um, this is awkward, ha, ha, ha, haaaaaaaa! It’s okay, both stories are coming along, I hope to get at least one of them done by tomorrow and up but who knows.....HMMMMMMMM, everything’s fine, I’m fine, HEHEHHE
#im#okay#THIS KASPLON FIC IS SO GOOD#I LOVE IT#AND IT HAS GREEK IN IT#GOOGLE TRANSLATED GREEK#BUT GREEK#AND MY HANZIER FIC IS LITERALLY SO BAD#IM FNJFWKNDSDNDS#it's fine everything is fine#mike hanlon#richie tozier#eddie kaspbrak#fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk#kasplon#hanzier
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