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-> summary: richie breaks y/n’s candles then almost breaks her heart
An hour ago, Y/n decided that she was gonna go to bed early.
Forty-five minutes ago, Richie Tozier came tumbling through her bedroom window and onto the brand-new candles on her nightstand.
“I’m sorry, toots, I really am! I’ll buy you new ones tomorrow! We can go to the mall after class and I'll let you pick four new ones.” He said, a guilty smile on his lips. His hair was wet and disheveled from the rain, but he somehow made it look like he just got done filming a commercial for hair gel.
“I already told you, Rich. I don’t care about that.” Y/n sighed as she wrapped up another small gash on his wrist. “Plus, you only broke two.”
“I’ll get you two more, only because I love you so much.” He winked.
Y/n’s breath hitched in her throat. A small frown played on her lips.
She’d gotten used to these types of jokes from the other boys at school, but Richie too? There was no way he didn't know about how she felt. It was obvious. The way she’d only ride on his bike, only sit beside him, only make him friendship bracelets, only laugh at his unfunny jokes, the way she smiled as if she’d seen an angel every time he walked into the room...
She set her jaw to keep from crying.
“Richie… Don’t say stuff like that if you don’t mean it.” The steady tone in her voice was gone, but she kept her expression under control, expecting him to judge her reaction and give up the joke.
“Come on, you know I'm not joking.” He pulls his bandaged arm away from her grasp and brings it to her cold face.
“I know you’re trying to rile me up, just like everyone does.” Y/n’s eyes twitch in an attempt to stop the tears but Richie’s soft, porcelain hand tracing her cheek makes it so hard. “I don't know how you find this f-funny.”
The rain patters louder against the window as she pulls his hand off and stands up.
“What? No, toots, I'm being serious! Why would i joke about that-”
“Because everyone does! Ev- Everyone finds it so funny, because there’s no way someone would actually like Y/n! Because she’s boring, and prude, and quiet, and her curves sit in all the wrong places, and the bags under her eyes are darker than night, and her voice is shrill, and her hair is frizzy, and-”
Richie’s arms wrap around her like the bandages on his fingers. She can't hold it in anymore. She just has to cry. Her body goes limp, face in his shoulder as she sobs. Even if he’s playing a sick joke on her, she can't help but take a little bit of comfort in him for the last time because she won't want to see him again after this.
“I can’t believe you see yourself like this.” he scoffs.
Y/n pulls away from his shoulder and frowns at him. “What-”
Richie’s flawless, soft lips crash onto hers like a wave. She’s in shock for a moment, but then she lets it all sink in. His arms wrap around her waist and her neck, pushing her closer and closer until they run out of breath, finally pulling away.
“I’m not joking. I’m so in love with you. I'm convinced that if I had never met you, I would permanently feel something missing.” he breathes into her ear.
“I’ve never heard you say something so poetic, Richie.” she smiles, relieved.
“That’s because I only write poems for Eddy's mom.”
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“do you like it?” y/n smiled softly as she let bev take the embroidered bracelet from her hand and watched as the redhead took a closer look at the red and green floss. she often spent quite a lot of her time making little trinkets for her friends. so far, she had made bev a collection of anklets and bracelets, knitted a scarf for stanley and a matching hat for bill, made stickers for ben, knitted a jumper for mike, made eddie tons of keychains, and thousands of bracelets and keychains for richie. his favourite one she had given him was actually an idea of bev’s; one night when the girls were having a sleepover, bev had taught y/n how to make a bracelet out of an old bra strap, and had given it to richie the day after. she hadn’t seen his wrist without it since.
“yeah!” bev smiled as she put it around her wrist, sitting with two others which were black. “it kinda matches the one on my ankle.” she pointed to her leg, where a red anklet was around her left ankle, and y/n smiled.
“i made one for richie too, it’s purple.” she explained and bev grinned.
“i doubt he has room for any more.”
“he’ll make room, don’t worry.” she giggled quietly, though looked up when the classroom door opened and watched as somebody walked inside.
there was a student transferring to their history class, which they had swapped in for geography, and she had been interested to see who it was all morning. y/n recognised the girl, though she had never spoken to her - she was a cheerleader, and y/n was a loser. the girl walked into the classroom and over to the teacher’s desk, and when beverly looked up she scoffed.
“for fuck sake.” she mumbled, rolling her eyes.
“what?” y/n frowned, looking at the girl again before back at bev. “do you not like her?”
bev blinked at y/n, furrowing her eyebrows a little. “do you not know who that is?” she asked, and y/n paused. was she supposed to?
“uhm, no. who is she?” y/n saw the look of disgust on bev’s face and wondered for a moment if she was one of the girl’s who used to bully her alongside greta keene.
“it’s ashley. ashley brooke?” bev asked, tilting her head, though the name still rang no bells and y/n just blinked in confusion. “she’s richie’s ex.”
“...oh.”
she was richie’s ex? y/n looked back over at ashley as she took a seat across the classroom and frowned. she was… beautiful. she was tall and skinny and had beautiful long hair, and thinking about it she wasn’t at all surprised richie used to like her. when they had started dating, richie had told her that he had an ex from before y/n had moved to their school, though she hadn’t minded at the time. if she knew that richie had downgraded with her then maybe she’d mind a little more. ashley was a cheerleader; she had good grades, everybody liked her, and she was so pretty. y/n was average in all of her classes, barely knew anybody other than the losers, and she was most definitely not nearly as pretty as ashley. if richie could date someone like ashley, why was he settling with her?
“y/n?” bev gently nudged her arm, and after looking away from ashley she could see that bev looked concerned. “she was a bitch, alright? they didn’t even date for three months. she just got with him because he suddenly got hot one summer.” bev scoffed, and y/n nodded, though she let her eyes drift back towards ashley and sighed. she wasn’t so sure.
-
after she had seen ashley that morning, it was hard to not miss her everywhere else she went. y/n realised that her locker was close to ashley’s, that they shared a free period, they even shared their math class together. by the time lunch rolled around she was almost miserable. her brain had been running non stop all day about it. about how richie could do so much better than her if he wanted to. she wasn’t cruel, she knew that richie wouldn’t break up with her, because he was kind. but was he miserable with her? did he want to be with someone else?
she had been so lost in thought as she walked outside towards the losers’ lunch table that she hadn’t seen the person in front of her and walked right into them. she felt nauseous when they turned around and was face to face with ashley.
y/n’s eyes widened, freezing up for a solid few seconds. “oh uh- i’m sorry i didn’t- i didn’t see-” she started stammering, though ashley just gave her a once-over before she walked away with a huff.
y/n watched her walk away for a moment, her heart thumping heavier than normal. did ashley know who she was? did she not like her because she was dating richie now instead of her? she swallowed harshly as she continued walking, feeling a little relieved when she saw the losers all sat outside. she’d feel better when she was sat with them, she always did. one time she was ill and when she met the losers at bill’s house for their weekly movie, they had all gotten together to make her some soup and she had almost cried from gratitude.
since they all couldn’t fit on one table together, they had pushed two wooden tables together to sit together at the start of the year and nobody had moved them since. as she walked over she could hear richie and eddie yelling at each other before they even saw her and had to smile. everything was normal, so she should, in theory, feel fine.
“will you stop saying that-”
“but she did! your mom asked me to-”
“eww stop! fuckin’ stop!”
richie had his head tipped back with laughter as she actually reached the table, and upon seeing the horrified expression on eddie’s face she had to giggle.
“leave him alone, rich, you’re traumatising him.”
eddie mumbled a “thank you y/n” as she sat down on richie’s other side, opposite bev, and gave the girl a light smile as she felt an arm tuck around her waist.
“anything for you, my love,” richie sighed dramatically as he pulled her closer to himself, and she heard eddie gag on his other side when a kiss was pressed to her cheek. “was your morning okay?”
y/n nodded and smiled as she gently took his hand underneath the table. “yeah, it was fine.” it wasn’t, but richie didn’t need to know that. ashley was probably never insecure like she was being.
she felt something hit her arm and looked up to see that bev had thrown a note at her, and upon opening it she frowned.
“i saw you walk into ashley. everything okay?”
y/n appreciated how intuitive bev was. she was her best friend, and she had been there for her since her first day in derry - which was longer than she had been friends with any of the other losers, including richie. she appreciated that bev could tell when something was wrong, but she just didn’t want to talk about anything to do with ashley or her insecurities, so she just nodded and scrunched the note up before letting it drop to the floor.
“hey, rich?” she watched as richie looked up and smiled softly when she met his eyes. “i have something for you,” as she spoke y/n dug around in the front pocket of her bag, before her fingers enclosed around what she wanted and she pulled out the purple bracelet that she had made for him the night before. “here.” she placed the gift into his open palm, and watched as his face lit up.
“i don’t have a purple one yet, thanks!” he grinned and immediately put it on his left wrist (there was only four on that one, whereas he had six on his right one, including the bra strap bracelet) before he moved both arms around her as he pressed a good few kisses to her head.
y/n smiled as she leaned into his side, though she spotted ashley sat with her own friends a few tables away and frowned as a sour feeling pooled in her belly. ashley probably didn’t make him friendship bracelets, she wasn’t childish. she probably bought him more meaningful things that he would get more entertainment and use out of. she probably was a better girlfriend overall, to be honest. why was richie settling with someone who could do so little for him?
-
“hey, are you okay?” y/n looked up at richie as he squeezed her hand and tilted her head slightly. every day after school he walked her back to her house, and aside from any free periods they spent together, it was one of the only times they got alone during the week. usually it was the best part of her day, but she had been dreading the walk home all afternoon. her thoughts on everything had gotten so much worse after lunch, and being around richie - as much as she loved his company - made it worse. because with her hand in his, as her arm brushed against his every time richie moved closer to her side of the pavement (because god knows richie couldn’t walk in a straight line to save his life), all she could be reminded of was how bad of a girlfriend she was in comparison to what he had in the past and what he could have if he wanted it.
“hmm?” she tilted her head and put on a smile. “yeah, i’m okay.” realistically, she should have spoken to richie about how she was feeling, but she felt like that would just be selfish. she didn’t want him to have to pity her because she had come to the realisation that she just wasn’t good enough. she just wanted it all to get better. y/n wished bev had never told her who ashley was so she could keep thinking that she was a good girlfriend, and maybe if she carried on thinking it was fine she would have no problems. but since she knew how not fine it was, it hurt. walking home with her then, as his thumb dragged across her knuckles so often when he didn’t have his head tipped back in laughter over a dumb joke he made, did he regret asking her out? in that moment did he know how much better he could have? did he want better?
she squeezed his hand back gently and tried to be reassuring, but her hand suddenly felt cold in his as nausea swirled around her stomach. y/n took a brief look down at herself, seeing hand-me-down clothes and a figure she wasn’t happy with and thought of ashley, who was always best dressed and looked like she should do modeling. if he hadn’t realised it yet, how much better he could do, then he would eventually. and then she’d lose him.
-
she didn’t turn up for lunch on tuesday. richie had pouted the whole time, ignoring stan’s suggestions that she was late or had something else to do. he knew she was in school - bev had seen her in their english class, and the redhead had said she was quiet, sure, but y/n was always quiet! it took her days after they had first met to get her to talk to him, and still sometimes she crawled back into her shell when she was feeling particularly shy or unwell. richie always found it adorable, of course, so nothing could be actually wrong with her, right? so why hadn’t she sat with them?
it couldn’t have been something he did. at lunch on monday they sat together just fine; she had given him another bracelet and he held her the whole time until class. and then they had walked together after school as they always did. she seemed a little off, sure, but nothing was actually wrong. maybe she was just on her period or something, girls got all sad when they were on their period. or in bev’s case she got angry; richie had tried to prank her once without realising and she had shouted at him so much he was almost scared of her. and then he was scared of her when she smacked the back of his head with her hardback english textbook a few minutes later. but if anything y/n got even more clingy when she had her period, so he couldn’t fathom what was going on.
he had pouted the rest of the day about it, and was genuinely relieved when he saw her waiting for him in their usual spot after school. she told him that she had some work to do at lunch and that was why she hadn’t sat with him, and he was even more relieved. he walked home with her and held her hand, happy that nothing was wrong.
until she didn’t turn up to lunch on wednesday. or thursday. or friday.
every day she gave the same excuse, that she had something to do, but he could see her pulling away more and more. on friday she didn’t even show up to walk home with him. he couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong.
“is it me? did i do something? does she hate me?” richie paced stan’s living room on saturday afternoon. they all were supposed to go to the quarry that morning, but again; y/n didn’t show.
“why don’t you ask her?” stan had asked from where he was sat on the couch and richie glared at him.
“funnily enough stan i haven’t fuckin’ seen her so i can’t fuckin’ ask her!” richie snapped, waving his hands around in wild gestures as he spoke.
stan huffed out an annoyed breath through his nose and pointed in the direction of his telephone. “call her, dumbass.”
richie’s eyes almost bugged out of his skull, as if stan had come up with the most genius plan in the world, before he scrambled over to the phone and put in her number so fast he almost broke the phone. richie hend the phone to his ear and pulled a face when some random old man picked up and quickly cancelled the call, huffing when he realised he had put in the wrong number and dialed again, slower that time, to make sure he used the right number.
“hello?” y/n answered after the fourth ring, and richie almost heaved a sigh of relief.
“y/n? it’s richie,” he told her, and his stomach twisted uncomfortably when he heard her sigh. “is everything okay? i haven’t seen you in a while.”
y/n didn’t answer for a moment, and richie could picture her biting her lip like she always did when she was thinking over what to say. “uhm.. yeah i’m fine, i’ve just got a lot going on, rich-”
“can i come over?” he interrupted, nervously twisting the phone cord between his fingers, and his stomach dropped when she sighed again.
“now’s not really a good time…” she trailed off, and hearing the negative tone laced in her words made him feel sick. “look, rich, i need to go. i’ll see you soon.”
“wait, y/n-” he started, though the end dile cut him off and he deflated, hanging the phone back up as his shoulders slumped. when he turned back towards stanley he was frowning too, and neither of them said anything until richie fell back onto the couch, visibly upset.
“what am i supposed to do?”
-
she couldn’t do it. no matter how hard she tried, y/n could never be enough for richie. she wanted to be - god, she’d give anything to be as good as ashley, or any other girl that was good enough for him. but she wasn’t.
after she had hung up the phone when richie had called she had burst into tears, not even able to hang the phone back up before she fell back onto her bed, and left it dangling by it’s cord. insecurity wasn’t new for y/n, she had alway been insecure about something; how she looked, her personality, her intelligence. but when she had started dating richie, for a while it was almost like she could look past all of that. richie made her feel beautiful and funny and good, and she finally had someone who cared about her, truly cared about her. but looking back on it, that was all a deluded fantasy stemmed by finally getting positive attention from a boy. she wasn’t enough for him - she could never be enough for him. she wasn’t as pretty as other girls. she wasn’t skinny; her thighs always touched and if she looked at herself from the side she didn’t like how much of her stuck out. her hair was never perfectly done, and she didn’ know how to get her makeup perfect. ashley had been better than her, and y/n just simply couldn’t compare.
on sunday she couldn’t stay in her room anymore. her parents were worried about her, and if they grew any more concerned she would have them questioning her too, and that was the last thing she needed, she had woken up to rain that morning, which gave her a perfect place to go; the clubhouse.
on rainy days, the losers usually just squished into bill’s basement to watch movies and eat junk food. the clubhouse was nice, but when it rained the hatch caused a leak and the ladder became too slippery to be safe; which they found out due to eddie getting a twisted ankle one time.
so y/n had gotten dressed that morning and skipped breakfast to head straight there, ignoring when her phone had rung for the fifth time since her conversation with richie the afternoon prior. she couldn’t handle talking to him. the phone was still ringing when she grabbed her coat and left her bedroom, letting the door shut behind her.
it didn’t take too long to get to the clubhouse; she knew how to get there like the back of her hand after going there for two years. the hatch was wet and the ladder was slippery but she was careful not to slip as she climbed down, and made it safely to the ground without any accidents. maybe she’d have a nice afternoon; the clubhouse was nice, and she had it to herself for once.
though that certainty popped like a bubble when she turned around and saw richie stood beside the hammock, just as frozen as she was. shit.
“y/n-”
“i should go, i forgot something.” she breathed out through the sudden nausea, though as she turned around his hand enclosed around her arm and he spun her back around to face him.
“no, no, no. i need to talk to you.”
y/n swallowed the bile that threatened to make its way up her throat. as she looked up at richie and met his gaze, her stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot that made it impossible to form any words, so she nodded instead. he looked mad- no, not mad - fuming. she had never seen him look so pissed off, not even when henry bowers had thrown a glass bottle at eddie and missed his head by a mere inch. no, this was different. his grip on her arm was almost too tight and it made her uncomfortable, and the burning fire behind his angry stare made her want to squirm underneath his gaze. she had never seen him like that.
“no bullshit this time, okay? i need to know what the fuck is going on,” richie huffed, his free hand clenched in a fist whilst his other stayed wrapped around her forearm. “you ditch me for lunch, lie about it, then continue ditching me and continue lying about it, and then yesterday you fuckin’ blow me off? what the fuck was that- i just wanted to know if you were okay!” she could only stare at him wide-eyed as he ranted, her eyes glossing over like freshly cut glass with tears. “is it me? have i done something? are you losing interest in me? is there someone else?” he huffed, and when she didn’t respond again richie groaned and stressfully ran a hand through his hair. “i need you to answer me! y/n-”
“i know who ashley is.” her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke, though it still shut him up. tears had started falling down her cheeks though she had ignored them and continued looking at richie through her slightly-blurry gaze.
“what?” richie cocked his head to the side, scoffing in disbelief. “what the fuck does ashley have to do with the fact that you’ve been ignoring me?”
“i know that you used to date her before i moved here.”
richie blinked in disbelief. “i told you i had another girlfriend before you and you said that you didn’t want to know who it was. is this what this is about? you’re mad that i never said-”
“no!” she yelled, and her expression scrunched up in frustration as he stared at her. “i’m not mad at you, richie! how could i ever- i’m not mad!” she took in a deep heaving breath that hurt her chest as she was holding in tears. “i’m not even mad, i’m just- fuck, richie, seeing ashley made me realise how worthless i am, you know? you used to date someone so perfect, and then you had to downgrade with me! ashley is so beautiful and smart and funny and i’m none of those things! i don’t know why you picked me but you could do so much better!” her voice started wobbling as her tears fell faster, but she ignored them still. “i’m not enough for you! i joined this school two years after everyone else so i’m already behind on everything, i haven’t even known you as long as other girls at school-”
“y/n-”
“-and you could have anyone if you wanted to because you’re smart and funny and attractive, and i’m just some quiet awkward girl who isn’t even pretty enough-”
“y/n, baby-” richie had stepped forwards to place his hands on her cheeks when she had started really crying, though she didn’t seem to notice as she carried on.
“-i just don’t know why you’re settling with me when you can do so much better than me-”
at some point the line between crying and yelling had become unintelligible, and at the point when her breathing had become unsteady and her expression crumpled, richie just pulled her tightly against himself, and as soon as she was pressed to his chest she started sobbing. richie had started saying something to soothe her but she couldn’t make it out through her crying, and could just feel his arms holding her tightly as she gripped onto his shirt in fists as her shoulders shook with her overflow of tears. if he minded the fact that she was staining his shirt with tears he didn’t mention it, and he just kept holding her to himself as she cried. her eyes were sore and her chest hurt, but after some time she had calmed down enough to just be sniffling, her breath catching unevenly and painfully in her chest.
“fuck, y/n.” richie mumbled, and when she felt his hand on the back of her head she whimpered quietly with the urge to sob again.
“i’m being really selfish,” she sniffled. “i know you can do better but i don’t want to lose you.”
“hey hey hey,” richie sighed and lifted a hand to her cheek to tilt her head up to look at him. when her eyes met his she could see he was crying too. “you’re not going to lose me, okay? christ, doll, i’ve been terrified that i was going to lose you all week.”
y/n swallowed thicky through the lump in her throat and pressed her face into his chest, not wanting to look at him. now she had made him cry, what a good girlfriend she was.
richie was moving them to sit somewhere though she didn’t look up until he sat down on one of the chairs and pulled her into his lap, her legs hanging off of either side of his thighs. she usually protested that she was too heavy when he wanted to sit with her like that, but she didn’t have it in her to try. she just continued to grip onto his shirt, and let him rub her back as she sniffled into his shoulder.
“i broke up with ashley because i found out she was cheating on me,” despite the sad words, richie’s voice was perfectly calm, though it didn’t stop the pang of hurt in her chest when she heard it. “i wasn’t really happy with her. she was pretty and somewhat good company but i didn’t //love// her. i didn’t love anybody until i knew you; i didn’t even know what love was until i loved you,” y/n continued sniffling into his shoulder even as he spoke, and after a pause she heard him sigh before he placed a hand on her cheek so she would look at him again. “y/n, you have no idea how much you mean to me. i wish you could see yourself through my eyes so you could understand how perfect you are. i love you so fuckin’ much, i don’t care that you’re not like ashley. i’m happy that you’re not like her.”
“but she’s so pretty and i’m not-”
richie huffed, silencing her with a pinch to her hip. “yes you are. you’re gorgeous, and i’m not just saying that. you really are the most beautiful person i know. you’re so kind and thoughtful, and you love me for who i am, all of the good and the bad; how could you not be enough for me?”
y/n sighed, her lip quivering as she looked down at her lap with a shrug. “i feel like you shouldn’t have to settle with me.”
richie scoffed, a sound that was so normal from him she almost smiled. “y/n, i am not settling with you. i’m in love with you. i want you and nobody else, that’s it,” he tilted her head up again and let his lips press to her forehead before he met her eyes again. “okay? you’re all i want.”
y/n’s lip quivered again and richie held her into him again, his arms a strong hold around her body. her eyes stung with more tears and she started crying into his shoulder again. “i’m so sorry, rich-”
“don’t apologise, doll, it’s okay. i just want you to know how much you mean to me. we can talk about how you’re feeling when you’re ready to, okay? but i need you to know how much i love and need you.”
y/n nodded and gripped onto him tighter, mumbling a muffled “i love you, too” into his shoulder. she could feel richie start to rock them as he held her against himself, and if anything she gripped onto him tighter. she still felt terrible; how she felt about herself wouldn’t go away with one conversation, and she sure as hell thought he could do better. but his reassurance helped massively, and it was enough to let her relax into his arms as he held her. the rain was still drizzling outside and her quiet sniffles filled the air, though she found comfort in knowing that she wasn’t going to lose richie, and that he wanted her.
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the rain tapped against the window outside and it was probably her favourite sound. the gentle pitter-pattering of the water droplets on her window and in puddles on the sidewalk was a soothing sound. on nights when it rained she opened her window to hear it clearer, and let the soft noise lull her to sleep. her window was open again, though instead because richie had climbed through it to get into her bedroom.
he’d looked like he’d just taken a swim when he climbed into her room, bless him. y/n had wasted no time in grabbing him a few towels and taking his clothes to hang them to dry in her bathroom as he changed into some pyjamas he always kept there. she was careful he didn’t step on her rug as he crossed her room, dodging anywhere that he could stain with his muddy shoes until he was changed and warming up. y/n had given him a towel to dry his hair, and once he’d ruffled his curls with the soft towel they were more untamed and wild than usual. but it was okay, because she liked his hair. it was always so soft and so pretty curly. when his hair fell in front of his face it made his doe eyes stand out that much more, and always brought a smile to her face.
despite the fact that it was raining, and y/n was usually content listening to just that, she had tuned her radio on quietly in the background as herself and richie settled on her bed. put your head on my shoulder drifted through her bedroom along with the pattering rain, and it was so soft she had to smile.
usually when richie came over and they laid together, she would be curled into his chest, or her head would be against his stomach; generally she was on top of him in some way. the only time richie ever usually was over her was when he was tickling her (granted, he did that a lot, but his excuse was that her laughter was one of his favourite sounds. it was so sweet she almost didn’t mind him tickling her. almost.) so it was a different kind of intimacy when richie allowed her to cuddle him. it was softer and warmer, and y/n couldn’t stop smiling.
y/n was propped up slightly by the many pillows she had on her bed, leaning up against the headboard. she’d been comfortable laying on her back when richie had come in, and although she’d offered to give richie the space of her mattress first (it was a single so one of them had to be on the other, really) he had insisted for her to lay down. so she had settled herself back against her pillows, where she had been reading before richie had gotten there, before richie got onto the bed and settled himself between her legs, with his head against her chest.
his hair tickled her neck as he tucked himself right up under her chin and she had to smile as he wrapped himself around her. he wasn’t heavy in the slightest - in fact the weight of his body over her’s was comforting. he was warm and felt safe. he had taken his glasses off when they had pressed too harshly into his nose as he laid down, so his eyes were closed as he relaxed against her. the only telltale sign he gave her that he wasn’t asleep was his quiet, almost inaudible, humming along to the radio, and his fingers gently tapping along her sides and stroking across the exposed skin under the shirt she was wearing, which happened to be his.
y/n had continued to read after a few minutes, aloud for richie’s sake, although it wasn’t a book he was studying. they were in different english classes, and she was sure he wasn’t studying othello as she was.
“that i did love the moor to live with him, my downright violence and storm of fortunes, may trumpet to the world: my heart’s subdued.” as she read, she could feel richie’s lips ghosting across her collarbone, and when he started pressing kisses more prominently she grew distracted, and smiled wider as she closed her eyes.
“your voice is so pretty.” his warm breath fanned out over her chest as he spoke before he pressed another kiss to her skin.
“thank you,” she whispered as she smiled. “maybe i should read to you more often.”
“probably the only way i’ll get my class reading done.” he mumbled jokingly and she giggled softly.
richie tilted his head up to look at her only slightly, so little that he didn’t have to move far from her, and she smiled at him. it wasn’t often that she got a good look at his eyes without his glasses in the way, but they were beautiful. she planned on complimenting him, but before she could richie had leaned forwards and his lips were on hers, and a content sigh passed her lips. he kissed her a few times, all soft and slow, different from his usual kisses that tended to knock the breath out of her and left her knees weak. he was taking his time, because they had all the time in the world.
when he had pulled away he was smiling again, and she lifted her hand to his cheek to run her thumb along the soft skin there. his head tilted into her touch, like the way a dog would lean into being pet, and richie took his turn to sigh.
the song on the radio switched, instead playing dream a little dream of me, and as the music blended again with the droplets of rain outside, y/n smiled and closed her eyes, taking everything in. it was all perfect.
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