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rwprincess · 2 years

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“Untitled Poly Reddie Smutfic (TM)”: Part Four (RichiexEddiexFem!Reader)

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Word Count: 1.5k

Synopsis: Three perspectives of "the morning after" Eddie stays the night.

CW: differing perspectives of same event/possibly confusing timeline; kisses and snuggles; beginnings of jealousy/relationship angst; Fluff/comfort; internalized homophobia due to growing up with queer erasure; polyamory (m/m/f)

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Eddie woke up, gently rousing to the fact that you were in his arms. He remembered falling asleep on the other side of Richie, who was now missing entirely and no longer the barrier between you two. Somehow, some time in his absence, Eddie had gravitated toward you and snaked his arms around your waist unwittingly. It was entirely instinct for him to seek closeness with you. Even his subconscious demanded it.

He thought about moving back, away. Richie had probably put himself in the middle for a reason, and not just because he had to literally be the center of attention. But the softness of your stomach as you breathed quietly beneath his arms and your floral-scented hair convinced him to stay. It was intoxicating. He would just play dumb or apologize later. Right now, he couldn't let you go. He closed his eyes and breathed you in, then heard Richie shuffle back in from wherever. He also could hear Richie pause, no doubt weighing the sight in front of him, but Eddie pretended to be asleep. He felt the bed behind him dip slightly and then Richie tossed an arm over both you and Eddie, tucking his legs up under Eddie's butt.

This was actually…nice, Eddie realized and wholly understood why Richie wanted to be the middle to this 'sandwich,' as he'd so abhorrently called it last night. It was the most comfortable he had felt in a long time. It felt like what home should be, not the tense walking-on-eggshells he'd known growing up or the loneliness of an empty house and a solitary existence he'd cultivated in the past few years after moving out of the Kasprack home. He originally was thrilled to be 'on his own,' no longer under the suffocating rule of Sonia, but he found it to be terribly isolating in reality. Here, now, he felt warm and welcomed, and perhaps for the first time in a long time, loved. He drifted back off with Richie's arms encompassing you both and hadn't known such a relieved sleep before.

Richie had mixed emotions seeing you two in the bed together, Eddie pressed up against your back, breathing lightly as though he belonged there. He was instantly hit with jealousy. It was a glimpse into the intimate boundary he had drawn: he did not want just the two of you falling asleep together. He knew how you loved sleep and thought of the lazy mornings that transformed into languid afternoons that you would spend in bed, just the two of you. The deep conversations you'd had, the laughs, the tears…it was too much to give up to another person. But he had asked Eddie to not only stay, but to share the bed with the two of you last night. He couldn't logically be upset by it now, that would be entirely and wholly selfish. And yet, he felt a pang in his chest at the sight and it made him pause. He remembered how you said that you loved him, and that that would never change, but looking at you in Eddie's arms, blissfully in slumber, he had to wonder if he'd set himself up for heartbreak.

On the other hand, he tried to reason to himself that this is what he wanted. He had wanted the opportunity to be with Eddie last night, but also wanted the three of you to share something together, overall. As he paused at the foot of the bed, he let out a soft sigh, resigning himself to be the biggest spoon in this scenario and tucked himself in on the other side of Eddie. You both looked adorable and while it hurt just a bit, he realized that he loved you both. Maybe that's why he felt the sting he did. So, he attempted to be close to you both and push out the nagging voice in the back of his mind by draping an arm around you both.

When you awoke, something felt slightly different and it took your brain a moment to come around to comprehend why: Richie was large enough to envelop you. You were used to his long torso and thin arms surrounding you in sleep. But as you awoke, a smaller, shorter arm was loose around your waist and no long curls tickled your shoulder as they would most mornings. You suddenly realized it was Eddie behind you, and you startled entirely awake. You quickly recollected Rich asking you if Eddie could stay the night and wedging himself between the two of you, enjoying being in the middle. But at some point, that had clearly changed. Your awareness caused you to jolt forward just enough to break Eddie's grasp, causing him to stir. You sat up and looked over him, seeing Richie begin to open his eyes as well as he muttered "what the---?" when his Eddie-shaped pillow abruptly moved.

"Sorry," your voice was hoarse and groggy this early. "I didn't mean to wake you two. I just…I have to go to the bathroom." You lied and left the bed quickly, darting out of the room and down the hallway. In the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face and tried to collect yourself. Richie hadn't seemed bothered by the change in formation, but you remembered he didn't want you to sleep with Eddie. However, that clearly happened out of your control and you doubted that Eddie orchestrated it either. Richie was right, it was an intimate step. You unexpectedly felt like you had two boyfriends all of a sudden, and it was something you'd never considered. Richie alone was a handful, even though you loved him madly. The thought never occurred to you to add on to that. But now you'd woken up next to Eddie, wrapped in his embrace. It was a lot to take in.

"I guess we should probably get up now, right?" Eddie asked, sitting up after you departed, slowly coming around to consciousness.

"Mmm. I don't know, baby. I kind of like being here in bed." Richie replied lazily and flopped back down, adjusting the sheet on top of him to his comfort.

An unforeseen stutter occurred in Eddie's chest at hearing Richie call him 'baby,' especially with the liquid golden rays of sunlight peeking in through the curtains. It had been so long since he felt desired and adored. And Richie calling him 'baby' felt so much nicer than the 'dickhead' he was used to. He looked over at him, and even though Eddie didn't think he could fall back asleep, he took a moment to appreciate Richie, dozing with his eyes closed. They had been friends for so long. He wasn't sure when that had changed. Maybe it never really had. Maybe he had always felt some semblance of this aching and yearning in his chest for Richie, he just didn't know how to label it or recognize it for what it was. He was a teen when he realized it was even a possibility for two guys to be in love. He was an adult before he learned that people could be attracted to both men and women. He'd always ruled out the former for himself because he knew he liked girls. But knowing that there was a chance to feel that way about both opened a whole new world for him. Still, it scared him. Everything was so new to him and it was risky, changing friendships like this. So, he reverted back to himself, to their old ways of talking and nudged Richie with a kick.

"Are you kidding me? You can't sleep all day. Y/N's up, I'm up, ergo you should be up," he hissed. Richie didn't even respond with words or open his eyes. He clumsily fumbled his arms around Eddie and pulled him down, resting him on his own chest.

"Shhh," he shushed him in a way that you would comfort a scared animal. He patted Eddie's arm, "no thoughts. Just sleep."

Eddie paused for a moment, it didn't sound so horrible. However, he thumped Richie's chest and sat up, starting in on him again. "No. Don't think you can just hush me up and smother me into submission! I---" he didn't finish his sentence because Richie sat up and kissed him gently. "I--i-if you think that changes anything!" Eddie stammered, referring to the kiss. Richie just took his face into his hands and planted another quieting kiss to his lips.

"Come on, Eds, sweets. You're gonna tell me you don't want to stay? Just. Like. This?" He punctuated his last sentence with kisses to Eddie's face in between his words. He knew he could be very persuasive. Eddie huffed in resignation. He hated letting Richie win, even when they were on the same page or had a common goal. He kissed Richie back, finally. Even though he felt him smirk into the kiss in victory, that didn't stop him from administering another.

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black--cherryy · 2 months

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Pov: If u were in the Bowers Gang or Losers Club

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Tell me which one u'd pick and also if u wanna see a male version.

Bowers Gang:

Losers Club:

(Idk I got bored and did it. I'm definitely Bowers gang lol)

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wintaswan · 9 months

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⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ✧ ──ㅤ THE LOSERS CLUB.

୨୧ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻： 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

୨ pairings: (the losers club minus mike x fem!reader)

୨ summary: how they acted, felt and looked the first time they saw you.

୨ warnings: blood, injuries, homophobia, slut-shaming.

୨ disclaimer: i use (name) instead of ‘y/n’.

୨ content: (preference, romance, fluff)

— 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

bill first laid his eyes on you in the school cafeteria as you walked past him with a friend. he only saw the back of your head as you walked away, yet that was enough to keep him looking. as you turned around, your beauty took him aback. he quickly flashed his eyebrows, and began to feel overwhelmed. he looked away and stared down at the table where he was sat, mouth agape, eyes wide, cheeks pink. “oh.. oh my god..” he’d think to himself.

bill was snapped out of his daze when richie noticed his peculiar state. “the fuck’s got your knickers in a twist, bill?” he’d laugh.

bill, still half deep in his daze, makes eye contact with richie. he tries unusually hard to form a response, but can’t seem to choke out any words or sounds. the losers share looks of confusion before bill squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, releasing a deep sigh. “bill, are you okay?” stanley would question bill’s sudden breakdown with concern filling his voice. bill would nod as he relaxed his face and body, sneaking what was supposed to be a glance at you, but turned into a stare. suspicious, stanley followed bill’s gaze and eventually figured it out.

“richie, the line”, eddie would gently nudge richie’s shoulder. “what? what line?” “the lunch line, dipshit! everyone’s gone, hurry up” eddie irritatedly explained, standing up to walk over with richie who followed close behind. “are you staring at a girl?” stanley began his interrogation, a smirk tugging at his lips. bill stuttered frantically, seeking denial, but surrendering. “y-yes” he admitted sheepishly, beginning to fidget with his jean pocket. “no, it’s not a bad thing. who is she?” “i d-don’t know. i-i’ve-i’ve never seen her be-before” he said, breaking his stare at you to look at stan. before stan could respond, eddie and richie sat back down, defeated looks on both of their faces. “i-i take it they-they’re out of jolly r-ranchers” bill released a small laugh, amused at their expressions. “yeah and it’s all eddie’s fault - he made me wait until the line was smaller when we could’ve easily gotten to them if we went in line!” richie complained particularly loudly. this sparked a small argument between eddie and richie.

using their distracted friends to their advantage, bill discreetly pointed you out to stanley, and he smirked as he gave bill a small nod in approval as he checked you out for himself. stan observed your mannerisms and behaviours to decipher the sort of person you are, and with his summary, he decided on a personalised plan to help bill.

bill found it hard to tear his eyes away from you, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. he believed ‘pretty’ was an insulting understatement for your kind of beauty. bill’s stomach was filled with butterflies, and his hands fiddled with each other as he took quick glances at you every few seconds, being careful not to stare out of concern of you noticing. although, part of him longed for the moment your eyes would lock with his.

— 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌.

stanley saw you for the first time in an art class. your name was called for attendance by the teacher, and the name was unfamiliar to him - you were a new student. as he heard you confirm of your presence, his heart skipped a beat at the lovely sound that was your voice. his eyes searched for you around the classroom, and when he finally saw you, he could not pull his eyes away from you. he was so lost in you that he didn’t hear his name get called by the teacher. bill nudged him out of his daze.

he shook away his thoughts and apologised before awkwardly muttering something, confirming of his presence. he smiled and looked down, before quickly glancing at you again. he felt butterflies go crazy in his stomach as his mind was racing at the thought of you. he felt eager to introduce himself.

when art class started, he went to retrieve an apron, when he saw you struggling to tie your apron up on the small of your back. he laughed quietly at your attempt to tie a knot without looking, and blushed. he thought you looked adorable. something came over him, and he decided to go in for it.

“need some help?” he spoke softly as he gestured to your apron. “m-maybe..” you sheepishly replied, attempting to avoid eye contact with him. stanley simply laughed as he walked behind you and began tying your apron up, trying desperately to ignore his shaking hands. a blush crept onto both of your cheeks. “thank you” you quietly muttered as you began to fidget with your fingers. “it’s okay. i-it was funny though, watching you trying to t-tie it up” his voice was soft as he laughed, and his hands lingered for a few seconds more than they should’ve. his smile widened at the sound of your laugh, his heart racing in his chest.

you felt his hands withdraw from your lower back, so you turned around to face him. as you looked up at him, you both realised how close your bodies both were to each other. “th-thank you, again” you whispered as your stomach did flips. “your- your welcome” stanley replied, attempting to ignore the feeling of his face and body burning up. you looked back across the room for your canvas, and made eye contact with him one last time before smiling awkwardly and walking back to it. he smiled to himself as he observed your every move. stanley was aware that he was about to get himself into a feeling of deep obsession, and he wasn’t objecting it.

— richard tozier.

richie first saw you in the hallway at school. you were a new student and you weren’t expecting the hallway to become anywhere near as crowded as it became after class. you were walking through the crowd by yourself with your head down, a beautiful small rose wedged above your ear.

he saw you when you were all the way at the opposite end of the hallway, and when he first laid his eyes on you, his eyebrows raised. richie’s jaw slightly dropped and he quickly reached his hand up to fix his glasses. as he saw you up close, he sharply exhaled through his mouth as the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. if only you would have looked up to meet his eyes, and maybe you would have seen the pure adoration present in his gaze. however, you didn’t look up. which is likely why you walked into him.

your bodies quickly collided, however it wasn’t forceful enough to push you over. you looked up at him and saw his mouth agape, and his cheeks pink. you couldn’t decipher whether he was trying to form any words or whether his mouth was just hung open for.. whatever reason. you quickly mumbled an apology as you began walking up the hallway again. richie immediately turned around and watched as you walked away, his heart fluttering as he recalled the small interaction you both so recently shared.

“she dropped her flower” stanley pointed out as he bent down to pick it up. richie took the flower from stanley and began chasing after you - he thought it was a perfect excuse to see and interact with you again. finally, right outside of the door, he caught up to you. he gently tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around to face him. richie presented you with the flower. “you- uh- y-you dropped this” richie’s voice was shaky with nerves, and he cursed himself for sounding so nervous. “oh, thank you..” you’d smile sheepishly to yourself, gently taking the rose from his hand. your hand slightly brushed against his, and his breath hitched in his throat. he looked at his hand, then back at you. his hand was still extended the way it was when he held the rose.

richie snapped out of it before forming a response. “oh, i-it’s okay …. w-what’s your name?” he attempted to keep talking with you, dreading the end of this moment. “(name)” you quietly responded as you tucked the rose behind your ear again. richie took a moment to respond, your voice giving him butterflies. “um, cool. i-i’m richie” the boy stuttered out, fixing his glasses. you smiled and nodded at him, wanting to continue the conversation but far too nervous to form words. “i- i’m gonna- i’ll see you around” he gestures towards the door before turning around and rushing back into the building.

the losers walked quickly back up the hallway when they saw richie. “r-r-richie, where-where’d you go?” bill questioned as he looked at the direction richie came from. “u-uh.. let’s go” richie rushed back up the opposite end of the hallway, and the losers shared the same bewildered expression. the losers caught up to him outside, and richie turned to face them, wide-eyed. “dude, i just saw the prettiest fuckin’ girl i’ve ever seen in my entire fuckin’ life”

— 𝖾𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗄.

eddie winced at the large cut on his arm as it stung him, almost bringing tears to his eyes. he swiftly made his way to the school infirmary. the stinging pain mixed with the worrisome thoughts of infections taking over his mind greatly overwhelmed him. finally, he arrived, and checked himself in. the school nurse escorted him to the resting room, where a girl his age was sat on one of the chairs. he froze in his tracks and his eyes widened, and suddenly he found himself experiencing trouble breathing. a peculiar feeling crept into eddie’s body, and he frowned at the unfamiliar sensation. “i’ll be right back, i just need to retrieve some supplies, darling” the nurse spoke frantically to eddie as she rushed out of the room.

eddie stood frozen for a few seconds before finally breaking eye contact and taking a seat across from you. he pretended to examine the room, sneaking a few glances at you in the process, his leg starting to bounce the more he registered your appearance. he couldn’t believe how pretty you were, and it only made him feel more nervous. he frantically unzipped his fanny pack and took a puff from his inhaler. it was then, he noticed your red, teary eyes and suddenly he felt a lump in his throat. it felt as if his thoughts were itching at him to ask the reason or cause of your situation, but that question was quickly answered when he noticed the red outline and bruising visible on your neck when you removed the ice you were holding up to your neck. he quickly frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but felt too shy to draw your attention towards him. eddie’s inner thoughts cursed whoever would do such a thing, especially to someone as cute as you.

the nurse rushed back in to the room, more ice in one hand with quite the amount of bandages and disinfectant alcohol in the other. she offered a small smile as she quickly handed the ice to you, before kneeling down to attend to eddie’s bleeding arm. “now, tell me, sweetheart. how did this happen?” the nurse questioned worriedly as she began to disinfect his cut. “u-um, i- some boys in my class- they- uh- were messing around with some knives in home ec. and one quickly turned around a-and uh.. slashed me” he explained frantically as he harshly shut his eyes in attempt to bear with the increased pain from the disinfectant. “ugh. what is it with boys today? first choking, and now cutting children with knives! keep some pressure on it, nice and firm. yes, like that,” the nurse scoffed as she wrapped the bandage around his arm. “yes, choking. i know, unbelievable. (name) just in front of you was choked by one of the older boys, patrick hockstetter, i believe, as she was on the way to class. revolting, i tell you. i wonder why kids do such things”

the moment your eyes met, eddie internally freaked out. he was glad, though, since the nurse mentioned you, he now had good reason for looking at you. eddie’s face heated up as you gave a little, embarrassed sort of smile at him. he returned a small smile, his blush becoming more apparent as his eyes darted around the room before looking down at his shoes. eddie felt beyond nervous, he was extremely restless, making small movements every few seconds - touching his nose, itching his head, adjusting his posture.. the only thing he could think about was the girl in front of him. at some point he considered that he had actually died and gone to heaven, and was presented with an angel. or, the amount of pain he felt was making him hallucinate to distract him from his injury - creating an illusion of beauty he considered impossible.

his smile had yet to falter as he looked back up at you. simply being in your presence made him feel as if he was floating. “(name), are you ready to go back to class?” the nurse asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. you nodded before standing up and putting your backpack on, looking at eddie as he looked a little disappointed. he dreaded your absence. you walked out of the room, taking one last look at eddie, smiling bashfully to yourself as your eyes met. eddie watched as you walked out, looking down at the floor again. “that was your girlfriend, i’m guessing?” the nurse had a mischevious, playful tone in her voice despite the fact that she was serious. “uhh, what- no, no, i don’t- know her” eddie frantically responded, his face turning a darker shade of pink. “well, let’s hope you get to know her. you looked mesmerised, sweetheart”

— 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆.

ben spent his first few days in derry all alone in the library, beginning heavy research about the small town he had so recently moved to. he couldn’t deny that he felt slightly embarrassed, embarrassed that he had yet to see anyone anywhere near his age in the library yet. he had only seen people of an older age, and it made him feel quite outcasted that he was the only teenager that would pay visits to the library in their free time. that was until he laid his eyes on the first teenager he had seen in derry, and most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. ben was sat down, scanning the library for anyone approximately younger than fifty, and his eyes almost missed you. ben did a double take and froze, staring directly at you for a good minute, mouth agape. he felt particularly excited that he had finally seen someone his age, and slightly intimidated that you were so beautiful. he began thinking of a good excuse to talk to you, or should he just introduce himself? you suddenly looked away from your book, and began looking around the room, clearly bored. you made eye contact with ben, and he shared a soft smile. you returned it, and shyly looked away. you and ben kept sharing quick glances at each other and repeatedly making eye contact and smiling, in which built an innocent, playful sort of tension.

the librarian suddenly dropped a book onto ben’s desk, causing his eyes to quickly dart up to her. “here’s the book you were looking for” she spoke quietly. ben muttered a quick thank you before returning to his book, only for the librarian to speak again. “you know, i think if you spoke to her, you’d get along rather well” she bent down as she whispered in ben’s ear, before she gave a mischevious expression. “wha- how did you-” ben’s utterly confused expression amused her. “i always notice when people eye each other in the library, darling. i may be old, but my eyesight isn’t failing yet” the librarian joked, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder before walking away.

as ben glanced back up at you, you stood up and walked into the section of the library where the books were - walking past him with an adorable little smile on your face. he watched closely and decided to go there as well. ben watched as you went exactly where he was going to go, and smiled to himself at how perfect it was, and how perfect you were. he suddenly felt nervous and went into an aisle in front of where you were. you read the titles of most the books before taking your pick, ‘History of Derry, 1889-1934’. as you pulled the book from the shelf, you met ben’s gaze through the bookshelf. you both shared an embarrassed smile before quietly laughing and looking away, before ben spoke.

“that book, it’s a pretty good one” he motioned towards the book, his smile almost audible. “you’ve read it?” you quietly asked, your eyebrows slightly raising in surprise. “yeah, i just read it, actually. now i’ve started reading the new one, ‘History of Derry, 1935-1988’” ben explained, a hand reaching up to scratch his head. “could- could i maybe borrow it after you’ve read it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tucked some of your hair behind your ears. “yeah, of course! if- if you want you could come and read it with me now?” ben was hesitant, nervous about your response - afraid of rejection. even if it wasn’t a bold offer, he was still about to break out in a sweat “really?” “yeah, of course”

there was a comfortable silence as you sat next to ben, who you had no idea was internally freaking out. he was ecstatic that you took up his offer, and he kept taking discreet glances at you. his heart was beating abnormally fast - and he’d been blushing ever since he first laid his eyes on you. it certainly was not any help that your bodies were in such close proximity that your legs were brushing together, it made him force himself to hide the smile that was so forcefully tugging at his lips. eventually, conversations were started about the peculiar things you had both noticed about derry, and you bonded over your interest in research about it - even though you were only studying it for a school project. ben assisted you with your history assignment, and for once, you enjoyed doing school work.

— 𝖻𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁.

as class ended, you rushed into the bathroom in attempt to arrive and lock yourself in a stall before gretta could find you. however, to your misfortune, she had beaten you to it. as you walked in to the bathroom, you froze in your tracks as your eyes laid on greta - leaning against one of the cubicle doors. “were you gonna hide from me (name)? are you scared of me? aww..” gretta teased with a fake sympathetic expression plastered on her face. you sighed. it wasn’t her you were scared of, you just didn’t want any new injuries. gretta’s constant expression of hatred towards you was only annoying, it was far from scary. if anything, you felt rather apologetic towards her that she would feel the need to inflict pain on others in order to make up for her own.

your eyes rolled back for a moment before you turned around to leave, before one of gretta’s friends blocked the doorway, her arms either side of the doorframe. “going somewhere?” she spoke mischeviously as she walked closer to you, causing you to walk backwards. you bumped in to gretta, who took harsh hold of you by your hair. she slammed you into what she would have preferred as a closed cubicle door, but to both of your surprise - it had been unlocked, causing you to fall into the cubicle and on to someone behind you. the person behind you quickly locked the cubicle door, leaving you both together in a particularly tight, small space. you turned around and were met with one of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen.

internally, beverly was extremely astonished by how beautiful you were - externally, her eyes widening for a moment. a smile tugged at her lips as she moved in front of you, both of you now facing each other, the only sound being the echo of both of your heavy breathing. beverly was feeling a little giddy, and she couldn’t do anything to hide her wide smile, or the blush on her cheeks without making it obvious that she was hiding the fact that she was in fact, blushing. “gross, i bet they’re making out right now. beaverly’s such a slut, it makes sense that she’d even try it with a girl” gretta teased, causing her small group of girl-friends to laugh. you squinted your eyes in pure disgust at gretta’s cruel remark, and beverly decided to respond. “and what if we are? why would you be so upset if it weren’t jealousy?” beverly smirked, amusement evident in her voice. “jealousy? you’re out of your mind. obviously, you’re done fucking guys, so you’re going after the girls next” gretta scoffed, harshly kicking the door with her foot. “do you enjoy living in a fantasy world, gretta? if you think i’ve slept with anyone at all, maybe you should take some of the medication at your daddy’s pharmacy to bring you back to reality” beverly snapped, suddenly feeling a little aggressive. “you and i both know that’s a lie-” “greta! leave them alone. go home” a mature female voice ordered, obviously a teacher. gretta quickly muttered something before footsteps were heard growing further and further away, before there was silence in the girl’s bathroom.

“th-thank you. for- unlocking the door..” you broke the silence, quietly thanking her. beverly was instantly snapped out of whatever anger she felt towards gretta, and her attention was completely dedicated to you. “oh- it’s- it’s okay” she blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze from you. there was a moment of silence before beverly spoke up again. “i’m beverly marsh” she offered a smile, hoping for it to be returned. “i’m (name) (last name)” your smile only summoned butterflies in her stomach, as did your melodic voice. “nice to meet you. you have a- nice name” beverly immediately regretted the compliment after the remembered it was possible you could misunderstand her intentions due to gretta’s (secretly, true) accusation of beverly wishing to be with a girl. beverly noticed as you were quick to present a bashful smile at the compliment, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “thank you, you do as-as w-well” your voice was breathy due to how shy she’d made you feel, your breathing pattern becoming irregular. “well, i have to go. i-i’ll see you around, (name)” beverly smirked as she put out her cigarette, unlocked the door, and left you alone - blushing and smiling to yourself back in the bathroom.

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fivesslut8 · 3 days

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When there fictional>>>

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evilhagspage · 4 months

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"I like your hands."

this blurb could legit be about anyone, put i'll put my fav leading men in the tags, lol. it's written in first person, reader is she/her, the other character is he/him. and, he has pretty hands.

his left hand taps on the steering wheel along to the radio, his right dangling on the center console, casual and innocuous. however, i couldn't stop myself from admiring it. the veins running down the back of his hand, the long, slender fingers. the sheer size of his hand.

i reach over and take his hand in mine, not holding it but looking it over, taking in every detail. i press our plams together and splay out his fingers, noticing the size difference. it's so cliche, but that doesn't stop the butterflies in my stomach. i dance my fingers up and down the back of his hand, his palm, his fingers, his nails, caressing, observing, just touching him for the sake of touching.

i can feel his eyes flick over to me, a confused, yet amused smirk gracing his lips.

"i like your hands," i explain.

"yeah?"

"yeah. they're so...pretty."

he cocks a brow at this. "pretty?"

"yeah...pretty. they're so...big. and strong. and your fingers are long and slender...you have nice nails. you're just so handsome." i look at up at him now, noticing the slight blush and the smile he is failing to bite back.

"wow, i, uh, didn't realize you were so...passionate about my hands," he stutters down at me.

i chuckle at this, replying, "i'm passionate about everything about you, baby."

he lets out a big sigh, his smile shy but full now, his cheeks ablaze. chuckling, he lifts my hand and kisses the back of it, silently thanking me, shyly accepting my praise.

i interlock our fingers, cozying up against him and laying my head on his gorgeous bicep.

"i think you're beautiful too, my pretty girl. you're so good to me." he punctuates the compliment with a kiss to my hairline, focusing back on the road.

#x reader fanfiction #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #richie jerimovich #eddie munson x reader #carmen berzatto #frank castle #jeffrey dean morgan

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springtyme · 11 months

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𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

The Bear

Sydney Adamu

Richie Jerimovich

Carmen Berzatto

Michael Berzatto

Video Games

141 + König

Joel Miller

Arthur Morgan

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Succesion

Roman Roy

Kendall Roy

Shiobhan Roy

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Saltburn

Farleigh Start

Felix Catton

Marvel

Miguel O'hara

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Steven, Marc & Jake

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billdenbroughsgirl · 4 months

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dom!richie or eddie hcs with a sub!reader???… could i maybe be 🎀 anon HELP

you have my heart i love eddie n rich <3 n of course you can be 🎀 anon !! :)

nsfw content!!

♡ DOM!RICHIE :

❥ okay i LUV richie but let's be so fr

❥ he's not very gentle, maybe sometimes but he's got a lot of pent up frustration that'll be released sexually.

❥ if you're the kind of person who does like it gentle, he will try his best and i will die on that hill

❥ okay guys fr hc time!

❥ sososo!! verbal. always has to be talking, lotsa 'yea, you like that?' 'takin me so well, fuck' 'atta girl/boy' 'made for my cock, doll' AAA

❥ def casual dominance too, he'll zip up your hoodie/jacket, order meals for you, etcetc :)

♡ DOM!EDDIE :

❥ he's much gentler, yall know how he is 😭

❥ you two fuck the most in missonary, or really any position where he can see your face

❥ sweet sweet boy, talks you through your orgasms def

❥ also just verbal in general, 'you're doing so well' 'jesusss, i love you baby'

❥ not much casual dominance because he's a bit shy, he tries his best though!!

i luv them, my boys :3

#it 2017 x reader #it x reader #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #richie tozier smut #eddie kaspbrak smut #🎀 anon

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suekeyyyy · 7 months

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-Perverts of Derry-

✩ IT (2017) ᙭ Oᑕ'Տ✩

𝘉𝘢𝘥 ՏᑌᗰᗰᗩᖇY: Five "sɪsᴛᴇʀs" ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅᴇʀʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴇɴ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀᴠᴇʀᴛs 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦,𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦,𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺,𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ.

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜՏ: sᴍᴜᴛ, ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ, ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ʀᴀᴘᴇ, ғʟᴜғғ, ᴄʟᴏᴡɴs, ғɪʀᴇ.

Ｃｏｍｍｉｎｇｓｏｏｎ...

#italia #x black reader #x black fem reader #x reader #IT #richie tozier #richie x eddie #richie x reader #eddie kaspbrak #patrick hockstetter #patrick hocksetter x reader #henry bowers #henry x reader #it x reader #the losers club #bowers gang #it x black reader

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supercap2319 · 8 months

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"Come on, Y/N. You can tell us the truth. Big Bill here has a small wiener right?" Richie grinned.

It was the summer before their last year of school and during the time between defeating IT and letting Georgie go, Bill had gotten himself a boyfriend and he was welcomed by the Losers Club. Even Beverly, who would visit Derry in the summer, liked Y/N.

Of course, this doesn't mean he was safe from the lewd comments of trashmouth Tozier.

Y/N looks at Richie, who is currently huddled with Eddie underneath a tree by the water of the barrens. "It's a shame you think that. He's great in bed. I don't think I've seen anyone bigger than Bill packing downstairs and it's so hot hearing he stutter that he's going to cum."

For a moment, everyone just stares at them as Bill blushes hard. Eddie breaks the silence. "Bullshit! I call fucking bullshit!"

"Yeah, there's no way Billy's tapped any ass." Richie said.

"Well, he has. Big Bill's no longer a blushing virgin."

That just made Bill blush harder.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #bill denbrough #aged up characters #Bill denbrough x male reader #richie tozier #finn wolfhard #jaeden martell #Jaeden martell x male reader #William denbrough #it 2017 #losers club #eddie kaspbrak #jack dylan grazer

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reareaotaku · 7 months

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Hello it's me Rachel. Listen um sorry for the bother you but can you make a yandere losers club headcanon movie it 2017 ?

It's no bother! Of course I can!

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

Characters: Bill Denbrough, Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Stanley Uris, Beverly Marsh, Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom [Also, I looked up the Jewish stuff for Stanley, so if I got anything wrong lmk]

Bill Denbrough

He gets really shy around you

Stutters a lot and he never really gets over it, no matter how he tries

You're way out of his league and he's surprised when you ask him out

But oh my god, you really want to date him

"Do you want to go out with me?"

He looks at you shocked, his mouth on the floor. At first, he thinks you're trying to pull a prank on him or making fun of him, but you're dead serious

"Oh- W-w-what?"

"Do you want to go out with.... me?" You gesture to yourself at the end, your confidence quickly fading in fear you were about to be rejected

"Uh-uh-uh, um...y-ye-yeah. I'd l-l-l-love to."

Now it's your turn to blush and you smile, "Great. That's great. So what now?"

"I don't know..."

It's a little awkward at first, but you both eventually get over it

His friends tease him, but Bill always brings up about how they're all single [It usually ends the teasing]

He always dresses up whenever he's going to see you

He just wants to look his best

Eddie Kaspbrak

You meet at his favorite place, the pharmacy

He knew who you were and you vaguely knew who he was

He had a huge crush on you and when he saw you, he nearly shit bricks

He quickly put the stuff he was holding back on the shelf, while accidentally knocking stuff down

"Uh, you're Eddie, right?"

He awkwardly laughs, his face turning a light red, "Uh, yeah. Y/n?"

"Yeah. What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" He's quick and nearly yells it at you, causing you to flinch back. He instantly felt bad about it

You only knew two things about Eddie; He's a germaphobe and his mom is crazy

"You're that germaphobe, right?"

His eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head, "No! I'm not scared of germs. That's crazy," He laughs it off, moving his hand back and forth. He blushes when hearing you laugh and he looks away from you

"You're really cute. Do you want to hang out?"

"Hang out? You and me?"

"Yeah, there's actually a diner close by-"

"Of course. I mean yeah, that'd be cool"

You start hanging out more after that and Eddie is secretly losing his mind

You're hanging out with him

Wow- He feels like he's dreaming

When you ask him to be your boyfriend, he's sure that he's dead and in heaven

Richie Tozier

You both fucking hate each other when you first met

You bully the hell out of each other, trying to get the last word

"Why are you late?"

"Sorry, I was fucking your mom."

"Well, I'm glad you could enjoy someone's mom since you don't have one"

He rolls his eyes, mocking you, because he has no insult to throw back without sounding like he was offended

Things change when he gets older and he realizes that he likes you

it started when he'd see things in his everyday life that reminded him of you

At first he was irritated and he wanted to destroy those things [Flowers, rocks, tree bark, a cloud, the way his food is placed, a game/game character, etc]

But then, he realized these things made him happy. You made him happy, even when he tried to fight it

He began to cherish these things and anything he could preserve and keep, he would

He has a shrine dedicated to those things. Nothing ever directly linked to you, but just things that make his mind go to you

Neither of you will ask the other out, because you two are two prideful- Actually, it'll be an accident when one of you confesses

You two will be fighting and one of you will comment about how the other is pretty/handsome as an insult and the other turns around and is like "You like me?" You'll be blushing and the person who insulted the other will deny it, but whoever was insulted will be like "I like you two."

Stanley Uris

Stan is very mature for a boy his age and that's what attracts you to him

He doesn't really notice you at first, because he doesn't have time for dating and he's more worried about keeping his things in order

You try approaching him multiple times, but you usually get shrugged off

You can go to the temple and wait until after Prayer hall, Shacharit, or the morning blessings, but he'll probably spot you and avoid you. If you're not Jewish, you'll approach his father, the Rabbi, telling him about your interest in the culture

"You can't just be Jewish. You know that right? It's a long progress-"

"I'm okay with that. I'm interested in the culture, language, and history"

He's impressed with your knowledge and interest that he's willing to take you under his wing

Stanley then becomes jealous, because you're becoming closer with his father than he ever was

You get progressively better at speaking from The Torah

"There's this girl who keeps coming to the Temple. I've been avoiding-"

"Wait, there's a girl who's actively seeking you out and you're avoiding her??? Because???"

Stanley rolls his eyes, "It-"

"Is she ugly?"

"No-"

"Are you gay?"

"What? No-"

"Then why are you avoiding her?"

"It's stupid-"

"Spit it out."

"Well, she's not even Jewish, but my dad treats her like she's been going to the Temple her whole life. So, she learns a little Hebrew so what? Anyone can do that."

"Oh, you're jealous and have daddy issues. Got it"

His father acts kind of like your dad. Tries setting you up with a good guy so you'd be set for later in life. Get you incredible connections

When you'll finally get him alone, he busts. He yells at you and he realizes all his anger about his father out on you

Though, when he sees you cry, he quickly stops and he feels so bad

He didn't mean to make you cry. God he felt so bad

He quickly apologizes and this creates a friendship between you both

You can tell him any secret. He'll never tell a soul

You can depend on him for anything. You're the only thing his father likes about him

"Why can't you have Y/n's dedication? She wasn't even born into a Jewish family."

He complains to you about his father, and you're always open to listen to him

Though, he's scared of nearly everything, so you usually are the braver one in the relationship

You have to beg him to go anywhere with you, because he doesn't like being around people

He just sticks with you the entire time

Beverly Marsh

She was very confident when approaching you, but it was fake

She's the type of person to lean on some boxes and then they fall over

She loves brushing and playing with your hair

She thinks it [your hair] is so pretty

She'll hum to you while she brushes it/plays with it

She asked you out. She was very bold about it

She goes after what she wants and she wants you

She'll make sure the moment is perfect

You're alone and the night is beautiful [Though nothing like you]. The wind is blowing just right and the light from one of the post is shinning your face like a halo

If you ever get into a fight with her, she'll avoid you for days/weeks

She doesn't want to, but it's a tactic she knows will get you crawling back

Mike Hanlon

He puts your needs before his own

He's sweet and whenever you have a problem he's always there to listen

He's a smart kid and will always help you with your homework

And by help, I mean he'll do it for you

Hope you like band music, because that's his favorite type of music

He does have a tiny little issue where he lies to make you happy. He's scared of losing you and just wants to keep you close

He doesn't do it on purpose, it kind of just happens

When you find out, you're livid and he understands, but he doesn't apologize. He think he's doing the right thing

You can be mad at him, but you'll always get over it, because you can never be mad at him for long

He doesn't gaslight you on purpose, but he does do it sometimes

"So what, you don't love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you!"

"Well, you're sure not acting like it-"

Ben Hanscom

He's really insecure about himself and his weight, thankfully you make him not feel like he's a pig

In fact, you don't mention it all; It's not something you notice

You always pick up when he's sad and always do whatever it takes to cheer him up

You try and help him cope with it healthy

Though, as he gets older, he starts to work out and you go with him. You don't want him to feel like everyone's staring at him or something

Whenever he's feeling like people are judging or staring you'll always divert attention to yourself, whether it's wearing something crazy or just making yourself look different and wild, you're willing to have people judge you as long as he doesn't feel judged [Does that make sense?]

He never judges you. In fact, he thinks you're way to good for him

Everything you do for him just makes him realize you're to good for him

If you're ever insecure, he's surprised

"What? You're like the prettiest person in the world! " He's absolutely flabbergasted

Absolutely adores you and follows you like a puppy

Practically attached to your hip

Bro's a little dependent on you ngl

#it chapter 1 #bill denbrough x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #mike hanlon x reader #richie tozier x reader #stanley uris x reader #ben hanscom x reader #beverly marsh x reader #yandere bill denbrough #yandere eddie kaspbrak #yandere stanley uris #yandere richie tozier #yandere beverly marsh #yandere mike hanlon #yandere horror #yandere slasher

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mention of one slur, (that is reclaimable don't come for me twitter), homophobia, death, etc

↳ song: american pie—don mclean

masterlist!

• Compared to the old giants that were London and Rome, Derry was an infant in terms of age

• But it didn't feel that way. The whole town had this sort of tint to it, like the stain of coffee on white paper—or the quality of an old polaroid that had been stuffed away and forgotten

• You had lived there most of your life. Gone to Derry Elementary, Derry Middle, would go on to attend Derry High, and would probably travel on to the closest college you could find to the area—unless something drastically changed that, of course

• It was almost like the whole place had a grip on its residents. And it wasn't like the comforting grip of your mother's hand as she led you through the grocery store. It was a harsher one. A cold and clamy grip, holding you tightly in place until you rotted away working a minimum wage job with no future in sight

• So thank god you had stumbled across the losers in your last year of middle school and changed just about everything

• It had been the last week of school when you had stupidly picked a fight with the biggest knothead in school and his gang of pimple faced idiots, figuring that if you were going to die anyway, might as well do it young

• Your school books had gone sprawling across the freshly waxed school hallway one fateful afternoon in May, the disaster courtesy of Derrys biggest doucuebag Henry Bowers

• In fact, you had told him he was such a thing to his face, which would be the reason you were currently being subjected to the pleasure of watching as Henry and his goons ripped up all of your school papers in front of everyone

• Math homework, eat your heart out

• You didn't, however, expect a stuttering voice to speak up from your left not long after watching the science paper you had worked so hard on get ripped to shreds

• "Guh-guh-guh-get fu-fucked Bowers!" A lanky kid spat out from your left, drawing most people's attention over to his blazing brown eyes instead of Henry's ugly mud colored ones

• You recognized your knight in shining armor, so to speak, as the infamous stuttering Bill Denbrough. He wasn't an unfamiliar face to you—in fact, you were pretty sure the two of you had homeroom together. But until that moment you'd never given him a second thought beyond asking to borrow a pencil

• Bill wasn't alone, either. Three more kids stood idly behind him, each one looking more anxious than the last. You'd later learn all their names to be Stan, Eddie, and Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier—the man of a hundered voices as he'd introduce himself. But right then, they were just more people to add to this already overcrowded shitshow

• "Muh-my buh-buh-bad Billy." Henry mocked Bill's stutter poorly, crossing his eyes crudely while he did it. "Duh-did I mess with one of yuh-your fag fruh-fruh-fruh-friends?"

• The shrill chorus of giggles that his friends let out at his words were like nails on a chalkboard to you

• "Takes one to know one." Richie had mummbled under his breath sourly, pushing the thick glasses he wore up his nose anxiously. The only people who heard him couldn't help but break up into a fit of sudden giggles—who of which just so happened to be you and Bill

• Both of you were found sporting black eyes the next day

• Ever since that odd school day, you had found yourself spending more and more time with each of them

• Riding bikes with Bill in his street as you got left in the dust by him and Silver, listening as Eddie rambled on nervously about all of the weird sicknesses he had gotten, furiously smashing buttons on arcade games in an attempt to beat Richie at least once, helping Stan organize all of his comics by color and alphabetical order—all became a part of your summer routine

• You quickly became a part of the losers club. Another peice to the odd puzzle you all made together. And you'd be lying if you didn't say it felt damn good

• It was only after Ben and the others showed up that things began to get both better and worse

• For starters, you had begun to see red balloons and dead kids everywhere—a detail that would later become a much bigger issue

• But you also found yourself making three entire new friends, which including Stan, Eddie, Richie and Bill, was the most you'd ever had

• Hot summer evenings down in the barrens and, eventually, the clubhouse now had a new sense of comradery to it

• You enjoyed talking with Beverly about certain book series the both of you kept up with and what songs she could play on the piano. Asking Mike about all the adventures he had gone on after hard days of farm work became a highlight of your Saturdays. Pouring over books in the library with Ben quickly became one of your favorite activities, the two of you sharing recommendations with each other. Even the librarian eventually got old of the two of you whispering excitedly to each other about story lines and character development

• Occasionally Bill or Richie would bring another kid down to the barrens to play with. It would be fun, but you all were thinking the same thing throught it all—that they were not a part of the club. That title was reserved for only the eight of you. And it would stay that way

• Together, all of you would eventually have to beat a common enemy together, sacrificing parts of yourself with it. But for now, you were content to watch as sticky syrup from popsicle sticks dripped down into your hands while you all walked to the movies, laughing about god knows what, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered but each other

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“Untitled Poly Reddie Smutfic (TM)”: Part Three (RichiexEddiexFem!Reader)

Masterlist

Word Count: 4k

Synopsis: Your first 'date' alone with Eddie gets you both worked up. Luckily, Richie is more than willing to finish what you started.

CW: There is no plot only smuuuut (two men, one woman; male oral-male giving and receiving; male-female making out; female breast play; dirty talk; praise; all the pet names); polyamory/threesomes; homophobia/murder mention

With everyone agreeing to the new terms of your budding relationship between the three of you, it was now time to take that leap of faith and trust that you would each uphold your parts of the bargain. You and Eddie sat awkwardly on the couch together while Richie was at work. You had already discussed with Eddie why it wouldn’t be wise to have dates in public, since everyone knew you were with Richie. They wouldn’t understand you being out with his best friend and would assume you were a harlot and Eddie was a sleaze. It was even more clear why Eddie and Richie couldn’t be out in the open together. Unfortunately, around these parts, people were still being murdered for that. So here you were, on your first ‘date’ together, without Richie. You had spent plenty of time before with just Eddie, but that was also when you were just friends. Now, you looked at him and your heart sputtered before excitedly ramping up in your chest and drumming a beat only you could hear. You wanted to say something to him, but you weren’t sure what. It was so much easier to be confident and coy when Richie was here. Eddie, meanwhile, was wringing his hands and looking straight forward, afraid to make eye contact with you just yet. You drank in his features: the soft, delicate frame of his face, his tender pink lips, his dark eyes with long eyelashes. You wondered why it took you so long to realize the obvious: Eddie was attractive. You couldn’t believe Richie figured out something before you did and the thought caused a smile to play on your lips.

Eddie saw the change in your expression out of the corner of his eye and turned slightly towards you, “What?”

“Nothing.” You stated, but your smile grew just a little wider.

“No, what, is my hair messed up?” He put both of his hands on his head and tried smoothing it down and you giggled, moving forward and taking his hands from him, holding him at the wrists.

“No, stop it,” you said in a playful tone, “I was just admiring how cute you look, actually.”

“Oh,” he said, wide-eyed, not sure what else to say. His nerves were wracked, anticipating that he would do or say the wrong thing. You realized you were still holding on to him and dropped his hands quickly, placing your own in your lap. You both looked away and sat in silence for a moment until that silence threatened to eat you alive.

“Look, this is stupid. We shouldn’t be afraid of each other. We’ve hung out many times and we’ve known each other for years. We know how to talk to each other, right?” You asked and he nodded. “I’ll just be honest with you: I…really like you Eddie and I’m glad you’re here right now.”

“Really?” He asked, still unsure, but you looked at him directly and nodded, trying to reassure him. “Can I ask you something?” He followed up, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Yes, of course.”

“It wasn’t really your idea to ask me…to join you and Richie in the first place, was it?”

“No, you’re right, it was his.” You replied, and Eddie wasn’t sure what to make of this. While he was grappling with his feelings about Richie, he was sure that he liked you more, and now he knew that it started as the other way around for you and Richie towards him.

“Why did you ask me, then?”

“Rich knew if he asked, you wouldn’t take him seriously. It had to be me.” You said, quietly. You were afraid of the truth hurting him, even though it was still complimentary.

“I think…I think he did that because he knew I wanted you.” Eddie gulped, revealing a not-so-well-kept secret.

“Probably,” you agreed. “But, it doesn’t really matter how it started now, does it?”

“I guess not. But, I don’t know, it makes me wonder if--if I’m being played or something. Like you’re just doing it to appease Richie and he’s doing it to get to me, even though he seems to know how I---how I feel about you.” He finished so quietly that you had to strain to hear him, and his defeated gaze turned to the floor.

“Eddie, dear, look at me.” You braced his head in your hand and lifted it up, turning him to face your gaze. Your eyes searched his, showing him you were being sincere, “I do want you. It isn’t about giving in for Richie. The other day, when I wanted to talk to him alone, I told him--wow, this is awkward and hard and I feel like I’m twelve, but…I told him that I have a crush on you, that I feel something for you.” He blinked twice, pulling himself back to Earth, to reality, and then he smiled.

“Really?” He asked, and that sweet, shy grin made you melt. You simply nodded and leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips.

“Really,” you breathed out as you pulled back just a bit, still keeping your face close to his. Your heart thumping against your rib cage so wildly that you were sure Eddie could hear it. He closed the distance between you and kissed you back. Now, with your understanding with Richie, neither of you had to feel guilty about it.

You pushed back the shoulders of his jacket cautiously; You weren't sure how quickly or slowly he would want to take things, especially with the 'nothing below the belt' limit placed upon you two. However, he hastily assisted you in shrugging it off down his arms. Honestly, this is precisely what he wanted for longer than he could recount, being able to just kiss you. No audience of Richie. To the point where he could almost pretend it was just the two of you in a relationship, the way he wanted. The notion fueled him further, pressing his lips needily to yours, deepening the kiss, but he was not sure that it would ever be enough for him. He threaded his fingers through your hair and pulled you impossibly closer. He all but swallowed the moan you let out in response and you began to climb into his lap. One of his hands fell to your waist in an attempt to steady you, but you leveraged yourself by clasping your hands behind his neck, dragging your nails over the nape.

Eddie took a risky dive with his tongue in your mouth, and you obliged, parting your lips further. He ran his hand along your back and your side as your tongue pressed in response to his. You had never seen Eddie so commanding before, but he was taking the lead and you thoroughly enjoyed it. Within a few minutes, he broke apart from your kiss to ask you, "Do you think touching your ass counts as 'below the belt?'"

You had noticed his hands drifting dangerously close a few times but didn't call attention to it. You giggled in response. "I don't think that's what Richie had in mind, but we can always ask him." You then bit your lip and looked at him mischievously with darkened eyes. "You know what isn't below the belt, though?" He looked surprised as you took his hands in yours and ran them up your stomach to your chest, squeezing both of his hands over your breasts to emphasize your point.

"Holy shit," he groaned at your boldness and the sensation. He happily obliged to your request and kissed your lips feverishly before pulling back and trailing kisses down your neck.

"Ohhh, Eddie," you hummed in pleasure as be bit down gently into the crook of your neck and you noticed his hands had started to roam under your shirt. You pushed him back gently, and his eyes grew wide, worrying he had crossed a line. Before he could withdraw his hands or stumble through an apology, you lifted your arms over your head, indicating for him to remove the offending garment instead. He shakily complied and then began to lift his own, to even the score. You eagerly grasped the fabric at the hem, assisting him and marveling at the way it mussed his hair. Eddie was always so put-together, everything about him styled just-so, and here you were absolutely wrecking that perfect image. Seeing this other side of him thrilled you and you couldn't resist diving back in for another kiss.

You ran your hands up his lean stomach and raked your nails over his chest, earning a small whimper in response, so you pulled back. "Shit, sorry. Did I hurt you?" You only meant to scratch delicately.

"No. No, just surprised me a little. Come back here, please," he begged and pulled you close so that your chests pressed together. His desire, his need for you made you dizzy.

Soon, he began fumbling with the clasp to your bra. While his hands were shaking, there was deliberate determination in his movements and you didn't want to patronize him by doing it yourself. You also enjoyed the way this worked you both up even more. It added to the torturously slow pace of your interactions so you could truly savor them. However, he was successful in the end and began to slowly slide the straps down your arms, waiting for your permission. When you didn't object and only kissed him with more fervor, he removed your bra the rest of the way and then pressed your bodies together again, reveling in the sensation of your warm skin against his.

He finally pulled back and stared at you in awe, "I almost forgot how incredible you look naked. Jesus." He swallowed hard and you weren't expecting his comments to fluster you so, but you felt a rouge blush hit your cheeks as the rest of your blood supply traveled down to your core, filling you with a wet heat in response to his words. He gently palmed your breasts with both hands for a moment before kissing a trail down the valley between them. You threw your head back and moaned his name as you felt his warm tongue circle your nipple and suck it in with a pleasant, mild pressure. You unintentionally ground down against his lap, your instinctive side looking for some primal relief. As you did, you could feel Eddie's solid bulge twitch in yearning. The rule imposed upon you both now felt like agony, but you knew you had to stick to it, and tried to relish the little moments that built up to those releases instead. However, you calling his name again had Eddie buck his hips involuntarily against you and you knew you were treading into dangerous territory. You opened your eyes and glanced at the clock. "Shit," you thought as you realized it was almost time for Richie to be home.

You pulled Eddie's face back up to yours and kissed his supple lips again, noting how much fuller they looked, swollen from your kisses. He whined a little when you pulled away. "I --" you glanced at the clock again and he followed your gaze, "I'm sorry, Eddie. Richie is almost home…" you trailed off and Eddie kissed your neck, almost acting as if he didn't hear you. Likewise, you almost crumbled into the touch as well and forgot about the time constraint. Luckily, Eddie took mercy on you and stopped, pulling back.

"I understand. We should probably. I don't know. Compose ourselves?" He asked, searching for the right word and you nodded in agreement.

"I'm uh…I'm going to get ready for bed, I think. You're welcome to stay. Make yourself comfortable, of course."

"Yeah, uh," he cleared his throat, watching you as you picked up your articles of clothing from the floor, "I'll probably go soon, actually." In truth, he knew he couldn't stand to leave right now if he wanted to. At least, not without it being incredibly painful.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you soon. Goodnight, Eddie dear." You said, bending over with your clothes in your arms, still topless, to kiss him one more time. Then, you decided a cold shower might be in order.

Unfortunately, Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your tryst. Even though he was now fully dressed, he kept picturing you over and over again, trying to commit each moment to memory. He was still on the couch and still too erect to leave by the time he heard Richie's keys in the door. He quickly heaped a pillow in his lap and tried to act as casual as possible.

"Lucy, I'm home!" Richie called out in an overly-thick Desi Arnaz impression. "Oh, Eddie. What a nice surprise," he remarked with a salacious grin as he noted Eddie's small frame on your couch. He looked around for you, and inquired when he didn't see you.

"She said she would be getting ready for bed. She's in the shower, I think. I was just about to head out."

"Nah, stay." Richie coaxed, "I wanna talk. Surprise, right? Me, wanting to talk? But some crazy shit happened at work." He plopped down next to Eddie and started in with a long rant about a particular customer. But, he noticed Eddie shifting uncomfortably partway through and brought attention to it. "Hey Eds, you okay?" He reached out and Eddie flinched away, cueing Richie to know that something was up.

"I'm fine. I just. I should go." He started to stand up but still didn't move the pillow, giving Richie a hunch, so he snatched it away.

"A-ha! I see!" Richie used his detective voice which should have knocked any remaining desire loose from Eddie, but he still couldn't hide the evidence of how you aroused him. Richie tutted, "aww, you poor thing. Did my girl leave you like this?"

Eddie knew he should have left sooner and was ready to bolt now, but a cooing Richie offered, "do you want me to take care of it? I can pick up where she left off." He licked his lips and hoped Eddie would say yes. Meanwhile, Eddie was thinking about telling him to fuck off. He was embarrassed that you left him this worked up and that Richie had caught him in it. But he also knew that Richie's mouth would feel amazing and he desperately wanted relief from the problem you two had created together.

"Fuck it." He threw up his hands, "yes."

"Good answer, I like that." Richie said, immediately kneeling off the couch in front of Eddie. He helped the latter make quick work of his belt, pants, and unceremoniously shoved the underpants down past his knees. "I'm not going to lie, Eds. I've been thinking about this. Every day since the last time."

"Really?" Eddie asked, heat flushing his cheeks.

"Mhmm." Richie hummed, only paying half-attention as he was distracted by the sight of Eddie's hard cock in front of him. "I can't believe she left you to suffer like this." He teased, breathing warm air over the head, causing Eddie to gulp.

"You're the one who made up the 'nothing below the belt rule,' you bastard." Eddie began through gritted teeth but ended in a gasp as Richie began to stroke his length.

"And you two followed it? Such good lovers. Such a good boy." Richie bit his lip and Eddie became weak at the sight, Richie's next words making his head swim, "I think good boys deserve to be taken care of, to get something special." In one fell swoop, he took the entirety of Eddie's cock into his mouth and moaned in delight.

Eddie bucked forward in surprise and struggled to keep his volume down as he cried out, "Richie!" In response, Richie just put a steadying hand on Eddie's ass and another on his opposite thigh and held him more firmly as he continued to draw him in and out of his mouth. "Fuck, Richie. That feels so good." Eddie whimpered, curling his fingers into Richie's unruly hair, watching as his dick disappeared and reappeared from Richie's mouth. Truly a magic trick. It didn't take long before Eddie issued a warning. Between handling you beforehand and being absolutely devoured by Richie, it was a miracle he made it over a minute, even. Richie continued, however, resolved to take all of Eddie in his mouth. When Eddie came, Richie swallowed everything with pride. Eddie was barely able to pull up his pants before he collapsed on the couch. Blood was slowly redistributing itself among his body, but his legs were shaky from the pleasure he'd just received.

Richie gave him a moment, and was proud in his restraint in doing so, before asking, "would you be up for returning the favor?" He glanced down at his obviously tented pants and Eddie swallowed hard. "You don't have to, of course. Just…you got me hot and I thought I'd ask and--"

"I wanna try." Eddie said, quietly, almost afraid to admit it. He placed his hands on Richie's knees as he slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. He wound his fingers up Richie's thighs and started to undo his belt.

"Ok. We're doing this. Jesus fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Eddie." Richie said sincerely, voice strained with wanting.

"I think I have some idea," Eddie joked and arched an eyebrow at Richie's erection. He expected some off-handed joke back, but Richie just nodded dumbly. He was Eddie's to mold, now, and he didn't want to ruin this opportunity. "Holy. Shit." Eddie intonated as he finally worked Richie loose from his clothing. All of these years, he naturally assumed Richie was joking or lying about having the biggest dick out of all of them. He evidently was not. "That was inside of me?" Eddie blurted, aghast.

"Oh, no, sweetheart." Richie replied, kindly. "Just a bit of it. I didn't want to hurt you and it was the first time for both of us." Eddie blinked again, wondering how you could possibly fit this inside your mouth or inside you and your small frame when he knew he couldn't take it into his own. "You don't have to take all of it in tonight, either. Or at all, really." Richie tenderly stroked Eddie's cheek, trying to reassure him. Eddie looked up and saw the softness and kindness in Richie's eyes and felt a squeeze on his heart.

"No, I want to do this." Eddie promised, then gingerly licked a stripe up Richie's dick, making the latter shudder.

"Ohh, yes, baby. Please." Richie begged, which was so unlike him, but he was being honest: he had thought about this a lot.

Eddie did his best to stretch his mouth and to take Richie's girth in past the tip, letting Richie's pleased moan fuel his confidence to continue. He took what he thought was a reasonable amount, then wrapped his hand around the rest in the tightest fist he could manage. He bobbed up and down, unsure. He thought about the porn he had watched or the tactics applied to him, but it was hard to analyze in the moment and he tried to go with the flow and do what felt right. He hollowed out his cheeks and pressed Richie's tip into one of them, Richie groaning at the sensation of the silky skin moving over the most sensitive part. "That's perfect, honey, really. You're doing so good." He continued to mutter praises at Eddie, goading him on until he neared his climax. "Eddie, sweets, I'm close. You need to decide what you're going to do." Eddie couldn't fathom having the feeling of Richie coming in his mouth or having to swallow what was sure to be an odd taste and texture, so he popped him out of his mouth carefully and stroked the ribbons of hot, white liquid from Richie's tip onto his thighs and stomach. Richie let out a ragged sigh, and then a chuckle. "That was great, Eds, really. Do you think you could get me some paper towels or something, though? Jesus, what a mess." Eddie nodded and quickly headed to the kitchen to get him something to clean up with. He was still in awe that he had done such a thing.

Richie returned from throwing out the paper towels and asked, "What do you want to do now?"

"Oh. I don't know. I could always just go home."

"Stay a bit." Richie shrugged, "I'll get you a beer. We can watch something." Eddie accepted the offer and halfway through a show, Richie pointed out, "you don't have to go home tonight, ya know. I mean, you have been drinking. Wouldn't be safe."

Eddie rolled his eyes. He had had one beer and Richie's attempts to 'concern' him were transparent. "Yeah, I guess I could. But I've only had one drink."

"Tut tut, Eddie." Richie started in with a wicked grin, "an upstanding citizen like you? Risking a DUI? And getting thrown out of college? Well, I never!" He threw a dramatic hand over his heart and put on some semblance of a southern accent.

"Please, stop. All of your accents are atrocious. I'll stay only if you vow to cut that shit out."

"Consider my lips sealed." Richie said, drawing an imaginary zipper over them.

"Do you have like, a cabinet with spare sheets or something for me, then? Or am I going to freeze on the couch?"

"What kind of host do you think I am?! No, no. I think you should sleep in the bed."

"You--you mean with you and Y/N?" Eddie asked, incredulously.

"Wouldn't be the first time we shared the bed," Richie winked, trying to remind Ed of their previous escapade.

"Do you think she'd be okay with it?" Eddie asked, concerned.

"We can always ask," Richie shrugged and then was standing up and marching to the bedroom. "C'mon."

"Now?" Eddie hissed, "but we'll wake her up. Really, I can just sleep on the couch." He whined as he trailed behind Richie, who was already opening the door.

"Hey baby," he gently shook your shoulder. "Y/N…" he said softly, almost singing it and you roused just a bit.

"Hmm? Richie, you're home!" You gave him a quick peck to the lips. "Are you coming to bed?"

"Yeah, well actually I wanted to ask you if you minded Eddie staying the night." He nodded to the door and you looked over, seeing Eddie haloed by the light from the main room.

"Of course!" You sat up, a bit startled that Eddie was still there, but you wanted to be polite. "I think we have a couple blankets in the…"

"I was thinking, he could actually stay the night with us," Richie said, barely above a whisper.

"Oh." You said, then truly processed the words, "oh, okay!"

"Eddie dear, make yourself comfortable. I'm sure Richie has something you can wear. Rich." You pointed to his dresser, trying to command him.

"Come on, love. My legs are longer than the entirety of Eddie. He's not gonna fit--"

"Then get him some shorts." You growled in response. Even in your groggy state, you weren't going to let Richie embarrass or tease Eddie. Not under these circumstances.

"Yes ma'am." He mumbled back, defeated, and fished through his drawers before slinging something at Eddie before beginning to change into his own pajama pants. Eddie was unsure of the protocol here. You'd both seen him naked before, sure, but it still felt odd to change in front of you. However, Richie nonchalantly stripping away his layers before putting on his pants put him more at ease. He quickly switched into the provided shorts and kept his tee shirt on while Richie climbed into the bed behind you.

"C'mon, Eds." He called out, patting the space behind him on the bed. Eddie carefully crawled up into place as Richie said, "hell yeah, Rich sandwich."

"Oh God. Is this gonna be a whole thing? I can leave if you're going to be weird."

"I'm always weird, my boy. But stay." Richie said and tenderly touched the side of Eddie's face, surprising him with his seriousness.

Eddie felt out of sorts and kept to his area of the bed, fidgeting occasionally, but Richie was out almost immediately, breathing softly between you two.

"Eddie?" You whispered into the dark, not sure if he was still awake.

"Yeah?" Came his reply, just as softly.

"I'm glad you stayed."

"Me too," he whispered back.

Next (Chapter 4)

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