“THIS GUY!! You know who I am talking about!! CIEL was SUCH a good player…he’s like an inspiration to me you know! He was so talented, like he had help from NO ONE. He had no team! He was a one squid army…He disappeared on the dot one day and no one knew why. He hasn’t been back since and its been nearly two years. Do you think he moved here to Inkopolis Square? People started wondering if he died or something…Man I wish I could be like him…-without the dying part I mean.”
Richie Tozier X Reader, Beverly X Ben Warnings: There’s like one curse word and they kiss. THEY’RE AGED UP TO 17 IN THIS (you don’t need to read the first part to understand what’s happening in this imagine, but you can if you want.)
It had been exactly two weeks on the dot since the day I had chickened out on telling Richie how I felt, and Bev didn’t let me go a minute without forgetting it. “Seriously, Y/N! What’s the worst that could happen?” She pestered as her and I made our way to the Quarry. We still had a few months until summer, but the weather in Derry was far to warm to pass up the opportunity for a swim. “I don’t know, Bev.” I replied sarcastically. “He could not feel that way about me, and then things would be awkward between us. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
“Ruin who’s friendship?” Ben asked, grinning widely as he saw Bev and I approaching. “Y/N is making up excuses not to tell Richie how she feels.” Bev blurted out, and I elbowed her. “He’s right there!” I pointed to where Richie was standing a few feet away with the rest of the Losers, peering off the cliff into the water. “You should tell him, Y/N. I can tell he likes you back. You’re practically all he ever talks about.” Ben smiled encouragingly, and Bev gave me a look that said ‘I told you so’. … After a full day of swimming at the Quarry, the sun was starting to set and it was getting darker by the second. “You ready to go, Bev?” I questioned, knowing that I only had about 15 minutes until my curfew. “I’m gonna stay here with Ben for a moment, why don’t you walk Y/N home, Richie?” Bev suggested. Richie shrugged on his jacket and grinned at me. “I’m down. Are you okay with that?”
I nodded and we started walking down the path back to my house, but not before I sent a glare over my shoulder at a smirking Beverly. It was quiet for a few moments before Richie spoke up. “Why have you been ignoring me lately?” He asked, and my heart plummeted. “I haven’t been ignoring you, I just-“ I started, but he cut me off. “Don’t bullshit me. I want the truth. It’s been really lonely without you.” I stared at my feet. “Please promise me that you won’t think of me differently.” I️ said, and he stopped walking. “Never.” He promised.
“Okay. The truth is, I’ve been avoiding you because I like you more than a friend.” I blurted out, rocking back and fourth on my feet. When he doesn’t answer, I continued speaking. “ You know, like I have a crush on you…” I trailed off. “No, I know what you meant.” He reassured. “I️m just- wow. I thought that I did something wrong, and that’s why you were avoiding me.” I shook my head instead of speaking, because I didn’t trust my voice not to crack.
“I like you too.” He said. “What?” I questioned, feeling dumbfounded. Never in a million years would I have expected Richie Freaking Tozier to like me back.
“I thought you liked Laura,” I️ replied honestly. “What? No.” He chuckled. “She’s just a friend, trust me.” I smiled up at him, having forgotten completely about my curfew. Even if I had looked down at my watch and saw that I was supposed to be home in 7 minutes, I wouldn’t have cared.
After a few moments of simply looking at him and enjoying the silence, I could feel Richie’s warm palm clutching my cheek. His other hand rested on my waist, pulling my body as close to his as he could and our faces continued inching closer and closer until our lips finally met.
It wasn’t my first kiss, and I knew it wasn’t his, but it was perfect nonetheless.
When he finally pulled away, I was left breathless and a little disappointed that the kiss we shared was over.
“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” He asked, and I noticed the way that his cheeks flushed red, either because he was nervous or he was as breathless from the kiss as I was. “Of course.” I smiled, already leaning in to steal another kiss.
Tags: @51naminro (I’m really glad that you liked part one! Hopefully you enjoy this one as well :))
still on holiday but i wanted to do a few quick doodles, and dad!jason…..sorta….happened? i like to think little kids sometimes confuse him for captain america when he’s older, since they look so similar
Let me introduce you to my beautiful boys.
Black one is Lucifer, and the tiny tigers are Max Planck and Nils Bohr because I love quantum physics.
They are the loveliest, cuddliest kitties that always sleep on my head and demand kisses and I’m so happy I adopted them.
taylor cant actually leave tumblr. she couldnt even leave this hell site when she was on her break. the day she got caught when the green dot appeared next to her icon was all it took to realize this woman is trapped here with the rest of us. souls constantly seeking a purpose through horrible memes and app glitches.
Summary: Billy finds companionship in his next-door neighbor after she witnesses him being punched by his father.
Author’s Note: The things being broken are hearts. Just so you know. Just short of 4k words
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A new family had moved in next door nearly a year earlier. The Hargroves. I suspected they were a blended family, judging by how the siblings got along. Max, a girl, couldn’t be older than 14. She rode her skateboard around the block all the time. She came off as polite, but spunky. Her mother was also very proper, quiet and reserved.
Billy was the oldest sibling, my age. He had a hot rod car and a bad attitude. Although, he played it up more than he cared to admit. When the family came over to introduce themselves, he offered me a modest smirk, shaking my hand.
Come to learn that this was how Billy treated everybody. When he was in front of his parents, anyway. Without the oversight of his father, he was a crude, callous boy. Despite his prickly personality, he managed to win over the hearts of every girl in the school. Turns out teenagers really value the important life skill of being able to do the longest keg stand in Hawkins history.
With the Hargrove’s arrival came a few new echoes in the neighborhood. A skateboard on the asphalt, the rumble of a car engine… and screaming.
Every day, at eight o’clock in the evening on the dot, the screaming started. Short, sporadic bursts of hollering came throughout the day and continued into the night. But eight o’clock was invariably the loudest. A male voice, occasionally two, could be heard rattling the walls of the Hargrove’s house. But the second voice always quieted, frequently punctuated with a bang. Occasionally accompanied by Billy staggering out to his car and speeding off down the road.
Tonight, at eight o’clock, the screaming started again. It could be heard from my kitchen window. I could see into the Hargrove’s kitchen from there. Nothing much exciting ever went on, other than the occasional appearance of Mrs. Hargrove doing the dishes.
But this time, I noticed Billy. Neil had him pinned up against the fridge, some of the magnets had bounced to the floor. His father stuck an accusing finger in his face, ultimately forcing his closed fist across Billy’s cheek.
Billy instinctively reached up, cupping his face where he had been struck. This was followed by a terse conversation, leading to Billy picking the magnets up off the floor before heading to the front door.