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Video Store (teen! Richie Tozier x reader) Part two

once again, i do not own It, the characters, or anything besides my writing

word count: 563 (its short but if theres a part three its gunna be hella long and hella fluff

warnings: swear words

previously

“Whats up, Richie” you attempted to coolly but to you dismay your face heated up to the noticeable red

“What are you doing tonight? I want to take you out.”

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“..what?” you barely breathed out, your mouth hung open in pure shock.

This was absolutely unreal in the world of your teenage mind as it raced with thoughts. Only moments ago your best friend unloaded such a ludicrous, inane idea of mutual feelings between you and the boy leaning against the counter. And now he was here, a puerile smile across his features and not a care in the world. what was happening?

“Yeah, yeah hot stuff, i was thinking yanno, you can hop on my handle bars and i can take you down to the-”

“Listen Richie,” Cutting off into his rapid fire words with razor sharp words, “If Beverly, or the guys, or whatever put you up to this, i swear to god this isnt a funny joke.”

His eyes stared down at you, but yours darted downwards, refusing to meet his gaze. Dumbfounded he stood, never seeing the girl he knew so well act like this. As if her regular calm and collected persona had took a complete 360. His hand made its way to her cheek, connecting the rough surface of his hands to the smoothness of her skin. A heart beat skipped in his chest, as it was complete impulse, not even realizing what he was doing.

She looked up, eyes widened as the hand remained on her face and the warmth of her skin burned into his palm.

“Those assholes dont control me,” he laughed, locking his eyes into hers, “besides ive been meaning to take you out, and ive finally worked up the courage to ask, you dingus”

A laugh escaped you lips as your eyes met the ground again. Even in moments of tension and seriousness, he couldnt help himself and you loved that. “Shut up, trashmouth”

“Yeah yeah, so when can i get you out of here princess?”

“I dont know, i still have 45 minutes or so left here.” you huffed falling back into your chair. he pressed his lips into a thin line and looked to his left

the his right

and then to the left again

and then he threw his hands in the air

“Man youre right, its so packed in here. Hate to say this but you might have to stay overtime”

Youve never rolled your eyes so hard in your life. He was right though, the last person in the shop was 2 hours ago and they didnt even rent a VHS. If no one was here now, they was bound to be no people here later.

“Alright you got me,” Standing up from your chair, you walked around the desk to stand in front of the tall boy who towered over you, “Where to?”

Slowly a smirk formed on his face, and a questioning brow raised as you noticed his facial expression changed into the much more immature, naive one.

And as quick as that, he swept you up from your feet holding you close to his chest and a small yelp uttered from your mouth, “Richie!”

“I know, I know, im just excited” as he walked out the door of the video store, with you in his hands bridal style. He set you down on the handle bars of his bike, as he hopped on and sped away, going who knows where.

“Rich, could we stop at my house, i want to grab a few things”

part three maybe ??

#richie #richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #beep beep richie #trashmouth #it

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Video Store (Teen! Richie Tozier x Reader) Part One

i do not own It or any of the characters or anything, just my writing

word count: 1,255

warnings: some sad stuff i guess? swearing

a/n: REQUESTS ARE OPEN please i need some material

The junior year of high school was your bitch. You were going to do everything in your power to make it yours. After the traumatic summer that plagued you and your friends, It was going to be the year everything started to get better. Of course the countless sleepless nights brought upon by the pennywise incidents had not faded away, you and the others began to block the memories out as if it was all a bad dream.They didn’t discuss it much; brushing it off their shoulders. However, you knew everyone was thinking. They didn’t think about it as a singular thought at once, no, but that idea, the thought was always there. You knew it was their during long periods of silence between the losers club, whether it was all of them or just you and another. Present in the mind at all times. The trauma of the horror the group went through together was to great to forget, but enough to scar everyone to the point where they at least try to, but in the end, fail miserably. But like i said, this was the year everything was starting to get better.

You began working at your mom’s friend Jim’s video store after school three times a week. It became one of your favorite past times. It was never really busy and half the time your cousin, beverly, stopped in the hang out with you. Those hours you spent there were your favorite, not wanting to return to the isolation of your small house. Your mother was always away on business or with her boyfriend, leaving you by yourself for days, weeks, even a month sometimes. It had been like this for years. Originally living in Chicago, you moved here after your father passed away in the fifth grade, leaving you with just your mom. Your mother, however figured she’d move back to her childhood home where there was at least some family left, even though she wasn’t on greatest terms with her brother. She was at least grateful you had beverly, someone else of blood relation that you could rely on besides her. And it worked, to the point you barely had a relationship with your mom. She came home for three days at the most and she’d leave.

On the brightside, your house became a popular hangout spot for the losers for tiny gatherings and parties where’d you all get drunk with cheap beer and pink floyd’s lyrics seeping through the house out of the speaker of the record player. Polaroids would scatter the table, soon to be neatly placed in a scrapbook kept up in your bedroom. It was always a good time. Beverly would stay over for days on end sometimes, keeping you company while simultaneously trying to escape her dad. That was until he croaked and my mom gained custody of her. Then she officially became roommates She was your best friend, and you were hers. She had become your only true family and the losers club your makeshift one.

It was an October thursday. Overcast and miserable outside, you sat with your feet propped up on the counter of the video store dreading the long walk home you’d have to endure in an hour after shop closes. Distracting yourself from the boredom, you focused in on a small tv that rested on the counter. A highlight to the movie store was the unlimited amount of hours of free movies all the time 24/7. Movies were amazing. A highlight to the boredom of the world. The emptiness of the video store broke once the familiar bell of the door being opened rang.

“Whats up, Molly Ringwald”

“I swear to god, you sound more and like Richie everyday,” Beverly Laughed, taking a seat next to you behind the counter, “Whatcha watchin’?”

“‘Sixteen Candles’ ironically. It’s really pretty good though. Definitely has entertained me.” you replied and she nodded as her ginger hair bounced with her head as she looked at the screen

“The video store so dead for such a sucky day. Id expect a lot more people to come and get a vhs”

“Right. I dont care, less people to deal with. Where’s the boys at anyways?”“Up to no good I bet,” a snicker erupted from both of you in agreeance, “they’re probably teasing Eddie or running around town doing something.”

The boys were always up to something. Whether it was pushing each other from the quarry edge or running around the drive in. They all become so close through the years, as well as Beverly and I partaking in it the rambunctious endeavors.

“Speaking of the boys..” She began, “I-”

“..am getting married to Bill and you want me to be the maid of honor? Aw what can i say Bev, that’s so sweet- Ow!” You cut her off until she rammed her fist into your arm.

“So i heard from a little bird that maybe Richie has a thing for you” The words escaped her lips as a smile formed across her features. You easy going aurora faded into a more serious-shocked persona as your cheeks became redder than the roses growing in the garden next door. “As if..” you stammered, your wide eyes going to your hands in your lap.

“All of us can tell you like each other, you’ve liked each other for like ever, (y/n)” She almost coed, trying to convince you of what you described as an absurd idea. You had developed a crush on him that grew over time. From his brain, to his heart and his stupid yet charming sense of humor, you began to fall for the silly teen. Puberty didn’t help with your girly crush, for Richie had in a sense, glowed up. He had gotten a lot taller, and his fashion sense seemed to resemble Duckie Dale from ‘Pretty in Pink.’ Richie was the closest to (y/n) of all the rest of the guys in the group. Every since the chance encounter at the drug store when Ben was attacked by Henry Bowers, they began to talk more and even eventually hang out together. Leading to constant trips to the arcade where he teaches you to play street fighter and walking to the corner to get cokes and candy. Besides Beverly, Richie played an important part in her life. Not only did she like the raven haired boy, he was her best friend along with Bev.

“It seems like you two are the only ones who don’t know you like each other” she continued “I dont know bev..-” that was until you were cut off by the front door bell ring and a familiar face showed.

“Speak of the devil!” Beverly whisper yelled to you as the tables turned and you were the one smacking you hand into her arm. Richie showed through the door and a wide grin appeared across his face.

“Hey ladies” he attempted a smooth entrance, sliding into the counter leaning in. Beverly shot up from the seat next to you and confusion drew all over your face as you stared up at her. “I gotta go, i’m not feeling so good,” She lied miserably, “I’ll see you at home (y/n)! Nice to see you Richie!” She exited quickly almost throwing herself out of the door, leaving just the two of you. “Whats up, Richie” you attempted to cooly but to you dismay your face heated up to the noticeable red

“What are you doing tonight? I want to take you out.”

part 2????

#it #richie tozier #richie #beep beep richie #richie toizer imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #requests #requests open

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Can someone love me as much as Duckie loves Andie?

Pls

#pretty in pink #duckie dale #duckie #molly ringwald #andie walsh #80s #80s movies

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Ponyboy with blonde hair

Reblog if you agree

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy #omg i love him #the outsiders imagine #ponyboy imagines

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lose you (finnick odair x reader)

request: Could I make a request for an imagine with Finnick Odair? Y/N is the badass girl from district 5 (or whatever number you want, just not the ones that are known in the book), and everyone admires and is scared of her but Finnick flirts with her all the time. You can write freely, you don’t have to stick to that plot. Please!!!!😘😘😘 Thank you in advance

warnings: mentions of death, sexual remarks, curse words

word count: 777

a/n: im so so so sorry this got uploaded so late im super busy lately and it completely slipped my mind

District five. The powerhouse of Panem, and the main supplier of energy that ran through the country. Every ounce of electrical power that lit up each light bulb, to holographic projection, district five was the home to the power that wasn’t reliant on coal. Not only being the home of electricity itself but It was the home to the 67th hunger games winner, (y/f/n) (y/l/n). Wielding a double edged sword, she killed more than half of the tributes that year, making hunger games history at age 15. The country was mesmerized at her skill and utter agility she presented in those games at such a young age. The rocky terrain, and the impeccable amount of heat that years arena had provided didn’t make it any easier. The people of the nation either admired her, feared her, or wanted to be her. Going into the hunger games, no one in there right mind would have expected the tiny, quiet tribute from district five to come close to winning that year. She was remarkable and everyone knew that. Especially a handsome face from district four.

It was the year of the 75th hunger games. (y/n) was unwillingly reaped and ripped from her home once again. As were many other tributes that year, she stood on stage as her named was selected from the large glass bowl and read aloud to the crowd. Then brought to the capitol, as she counted down to the days till she and her fellow tributes, friends, people shes gotten to known over the past eight years would turn on each other in a mass slaughter. She sat in the training center with Johanna sparring as they discussed their distaste in the capitals idea for the quarter quell.

“This is fucked up”Johanna yelled connecting her axe too the dummy in front of her. (y/n) laughed at her remark as she drove the heavy piece of metal swiftly into the target, “agreed, its been a pleasure knowing you Johanna.”

“oh shut your mouth, were going to get out of this i swear to god if its the last thing i do-”

“You’ll do what?” Finnick cut her off as he approached the two. Johanna rolled eyes as she stepped down from the platform, placing the axe on the rack. “I’ll catch you two shit heads later.”

“Shes a lot of fun” he laughed to himself as he moved closer to you. Continuing to strike the dummy in front of you, ignoring his presence as he drew closer until he finally placed his hands on your waist. “ Ya know your extremely hot when you wield that sword, princess” A bright red began to warm your cheeks as you paused in you place, clutching the sword in your bare hands. “Why do you always mess with me, finnick” as you took in the clean scent he gave off, in which was almost intoxicating. His hands firmed around your waist tighter, not wanting to let go, “ I wouldnt say i mess with you, more like tease you until you let make take you out. I dont want to actually mess around with you until we go on a couple of dates, yanno, i respect the woman ive fallen for-”

“finn, what do you mean take me out? Were stuck here. the games and everything-”

“Dont worry about it, princess. Im going to protect you.”

“I dont need anyone to protect me.” You say whipping around to face him, braking the embrace he had on your hips.

“I know you dont,” finnick laughed, “youre a bad ass, if anything you have a good chance at winning the games”

A sadness sweeped over your features, not comprehending the impending death of you, or finnick, or both. Over the years, the two of you developed a valuable friendship being victors within 2 years apart and being so young. Countless things youve done together and mutual affection built between eachother would all vanish off the face of the Earth within the next few days in the arena if one of you were to die.

“All im saying is im not going to let you die.” and with that he cupped you cheeks and smashed his lips to yours. A kiss full of hope and sadness. a kiss long overdue. “Im going to get you out of there one way or another whether its both of us or jut you.”

“Finnick..” a tear slid down your cheek as his sea blue eyes locked with warm (e/c) ones.

“(y/n).” he moved a piece of (h/c) hair behind your ear.

“I dont want to lose you.”

“I dont want to lose you either, princess.”

#finnick odair imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #hunger games

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