#bev x reader

[milqueandsugar]

🌼☕ `Your Tea Is Ready` ☕🌼

Includes; Dirk, Bev, Matteo, Betty

Warnings; Suggestive content

| Dirk |

• is always hesitant to initiate cuddling, he doesn't particularly enjoy being dirty, more so a tolerance of it

• Once you lull him in, which you don't have to try very hard to do, he very much enjoys himself

• likes to have you on top of him like a weighted blanket, having his face hidden in your hair or neck

• loves to cuddle when you just get out of the shower and he's all warm from the dry cycle, and you smell the best

• Will steal some of your perfume if your going to be gone for some time to spray on his wrist or his pillow, if you catch him doing this he will absolutely MIB mind wipe you its his dirtiest secret

| Bev |

• Loves to cuddle, unfortunately doesn't have a whole lot of time for it

• She's on the move! She's got a business to run! Though she always makes time for you, its just not ENOUGH time

• The only cuddles you'll get from her is when she works late and comes to bed exhausted, she'll totally flop right on top of you, her arms are sore from shaking, her feet are sore from standing all day and she's so tired from (albeit very little) customer service her ass is NOT moving so you best find a comfy position before getting crushed by a sleepy Bev

• Days off or when there's late openings she'll cuddle up with you in the morning, she tends to wake up a bit before you do and likes to play with your hair or draw shapes on you

• she's a rambler too, even when your half awake she's talking about her day, new advertisements, a weird drink she made, a fun new recipe, your her best customer! She values your opinion!

| Matteo |

• okay so like, cuddle pile with the inanimals yeah? That would be the dream but they are a liiiiitle to excitable for that

• Matteo has lots of cuddles in him, for both you AND the inanimals

• he doesn't talk about it much its just something he... does

• Your helping with some adoption paper work? He has his head on your shoulder and arms wrapped around you

• Grooming a tabgled Rot Wire? He has you sitting in his lap on the floor with him

• if you or an inanimal is in sight your getting cuddles it comes as naturally as breathing!

• Likes to sway or rock when cuddling, its a comforting motion and the movement keeps him awake, lest Sprite use his moment of weakness to get at the curtain tassels again

| Betty |

• cuddles are a MUST, they're like, the other 50% of her personality

• Pre and post sex cuddles, obviously, who the hell do you think she is get in the crook of her arm

• Likes to make time for it, during a movie or before bed, just relaxing in eachothers presence, it's an important ritual for her

• Likes to hear your voice, asks you questions about your day, what you've been thinking about, ESPECIALLY if your whispering it's like asmr to her

• Moves around alot during cuddles but like, subtly, you wouldn't notice if you weren't focused on it, moves between holding you to having you on her arm then her chest, she'll roll over to lay on you

• she's getting All The angles, the positions, her favorite by far though is to rest her head in your lap while you mess with her hair and tell her about your day, its so calming and cozy and entirely convenient position for her... other plans for the night

[saffron-seraph]

When you told the objects that you’d be interested in a day of free use, they all turned to Ben-hwa assuming this was an idea they got in your head. Not that any of them were against it, but they just assumed it was their idea. When you assured them that it was something you’d wanted for a while, half of them almost pounced on you right there.

That led to a bit of a full house at the Breaker Box that night with you all dressed up in an easily removable outfit and some makeup that Barry made sure was long lasting. Anyone could take you at any time, in their lap, against a table, against a wall, or even on stage. Just not against the bar- that is, unless you’re Eddie or Volt. It took a lot of convincing from Volt but he insisted that tonight is a special occasion and theres something special about them being the only ones to be allowed to fuck you on the bar.

The first half of the night your mouth was the hot topic, being passed around a table consisting of Betty, Ben-hwa, Bev, and Stepford, all enoying petting your hair under the table.

Then ofc came Amir being showy and taking you against a table, making sure to praise you for your beauty why pointing it out to others as some watched you be fucked and filled by the gorgeous mirror.

Johnny and Jean Loo bring you up to the stage to ‘serenade’ and insist that whoever does it best gets to have you first. People actually love the act cause it involves you just sitting there looking pretty and deciding its hot and you should take off your top, meanwhile those two are singing so intently at each other that they don’t notice. It’s practically a commedy when Volt shoos them off the stage only to take the mic snd point out how they missed their chance, only for their jaws to drop as they see you shirtless.

Volt, ever the showman he is, takes the time to go behind you, talking to the crowd as if you’re not there and as if he isn’t suddenly massaging your chest in one hand while he hosts. Everyone watching him play with you just gets you more hot and bothered, you almost don’t wanna leave the stage.

But Cam buys you a drink and bluntly asks you to sit on his dick as he lounges in a booth. Ofc, you’re gonna be good for him and sit, only for him to roughly take your hips and fill you at least twice before he even lets you sip that drink he got you.

Finally you get to the bat sitting on top of it like you own the place cause Volt lifted you up without a word and sat you there like a doll. He lifts your legs over the side and positioned you so your ass was towards Eddie, underwear long gone by now. The night is winding down and Volt keeps petting your thighs and trying to entice Eddie to have his turn, and it’s working. Sandwiched between them with your mouth full of Volt and your backside full of Eddie while others finished their drinks and watched with nothing but lust and affection for you was exactly how you wanted to end your night, fucked full, stupid, and loved.

The kisses and praise that followed that night and the next following days went straight to your head and you were already planning for a next time.

[mikeyforreal]

beverly marsh with gn!reader

• if she was a teen now, she would 100% love cottage core and you cannot convince me otherwise

•seeing as she would love cottage core, she would love picking flowers for you or making crowns for the both of you

• she loves it when you read to her, even if you only have a couple of books

• sometimes she sneaks out of her apartment while her dad’s asleep and meets you at the park just to be with you

• she’s okay with holding hands, but she prefers when you walk with your pinkies intertwined

• if richie makes fun of the two of you she’ll beat his ass without a second of thinking

• eddie thinks you two are adorable together

• if her dad in away for work for a while she’ll sleep over at your house A LOT

• sleepovers include dancing, singing, holding each other while watching movies, and staying up all night

• she’s probably found a little quiet spot that only you two know about where she takes you for a moment of quiet

• you two are always passing notes to each other during class

• overall she loves you a lot and would do anything to keep you safe <3

[flannelsandfanfic]

Being Richie’s Sister and Liking Bev

headcanons for being richies sister because this child is a bi king

warnings- cursing because richie, underage drinking, nothing else i dont think? (besides bad spelling)

-ok so he is fiercely protective of you

-FIERCELY

-bowers looks at you the wrong way?

-bam

-bowers puree

-except probably richie puree because richie is richie

-anyways you have always been a part of the losers

-you probably hang out with bill the most

-he and richie are the only ones who know that you are lesbian

-and you like bev

-because she is a queen

-a hopefully gay queen

-because your crush on her?

-its serious

-very serious

-you are more in love with her than ben

-that is saying a lot

-so in the drugstore you are the one who invites her to the quarry (not bill)

-she says yes

-obviously

-hopefully everyone who is reading this knows the basic storyline of IT

-ok so the events of IT chapter one come to pass

-and the happy days of the losers have finally come

-pennywise gone forever

-*manical laugh in the distance*

-*this is called foreshadowing y’all*

-moving on

-so ofc you still like bev

-and richie knows

-and he’s okay with it

-because

-no offense to you

-he knows you will never ever be brave enough to confess to her

-and on the other side of the losers club

-bev confessed to stan that yes

-she likes you

-how convenient

-and both stan and bill know now

-the only problem

-stan is really really good at keeping secrets

-bill is...

-well not exactly the greatest

-he tries, okay?

-but whatever

-it only takes one person to keep a secret

-and somehow

-somehow

-bill hasn’t told anyone

-even stan

-until one fateful night.....

-lmao bill and stan have a sleep over

-STENBROUGH

-WOO

-anyhow bill gets drunk

-because bad decisions

-aka trying to impress stan

-with his

-dRiNkInG sKiLlS

-and so

-your secret gets out

-and bill and stan have a plan

-a highly intelligent and thought out plan

-also known as locking you and bev in a closet together

THE END

part 2 coming

[avaqmurphy]

Come Dance With Me (Beverly Marsh x Reader)

Warnings: Cursing

 You sit in the booth of the roller rink, flashing lights dancing around the room as everyone skates around endlessly. The constant chatter and laughter allows you to doze off. Beverly notices your blank stare and skates over to your table, almost bumping into a little boy on her way. You see her red hair in your peripheral vision and your heart skips a beat. Calm down y/n, it’s just a crush. She’s just Beverly. 

 “You can’t just sit in silence forever,” she balances at the end of the booth, pink and yellow alternatively flashing alternatively against her pale skin, “get up, let’s skate.” She rolls back and forth on her pink rollerblades eagerly.

 “I’m just tired, Bev.” you want to skate as much as she does, but you know if you take on step with skates on you’ll fall flat on your face. The song changes. Total Eclipse of the Heart fades on slowly and the rink quiets as all the awkward teens migrate from their friends to their dates. 

 “Come onn,” her voice drags, “come dance with me.” She grabs your hands and tugs you out of your seat over to the shelf with the multi-colored rollerblades. “Find your size, I’m gonna go over to the arcade.” She rushes over to the grabber machine and pulls out a crumpled up dollar bill. You find your size, in the color neon purple and look over to see Beverly shoving the dollar into machine after another, each denying it every time. She looks over at you for support only to find you laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe. She just looks at you defeated, until cracking up along with you.

 When you two finally stop laughing at each other from across the room, you get up and start to wobble through the arcade. Beverly notices your struggle and runs over to you, putting her hands on your shoulders to help your balance.

 “I’m really shitty at skating, I’ve only gone once for a birthday party I didn’t want to be at. Does Jessica even go to our school anymore?”

 “I don’t think so, and that’s fine. I can teach you.” Her fingers interlocked with yours and you both skate over to the rink, now shining blue and purple. The slight wind in your hair tickles your neck. The strobe lights begin to give you a headache, but the sight of joy on Beverly’s face as she pulls you along numbs the pain. 

 You get onto the hard-wood area in the middle of the building and she spins you around, making you almost tumble. “Beverly! Don’t scare me like that!” She holds both of your hands and pulls you in closer, taking advantage of the wheels under your feet. 

 “It’s ok, I got you, babe.” Your eyes wander and fixate on the keys around her neck, causing you to wobble and hold on to Beverly back. Both of you grip onto each other, making corny eye contact. You’re starting to build up the courage to try to skate on your own, maybe with Beverly’s training wheels, but a little less support. 

 “Let’s start off slow, okay?” Beverly skates a few front of you and gestures for you to come to her. Hesitantly taking your hands off of the railing, you skate to her, gradually picking up speed. This goes back and forth until she goes in front of you and you just skate past her.

 “Hey! I didn’t know you could do that!” 

 “Come and get me!” Her mediocre skating lessons taught you enough as you outrace her. Even you were surprised at how fast you were going.

 “Hey! Slow down, that’s not fair you didn’t tell me you knew how to skate!”

 You turn around for a split second to see how far behind she is. “The thing is, I have no idea what I’m doing, thanks for the lessons!” 

 “My amazing skills gave you an advantage!” her arms jokingly go up in defeat.

 “Well, I guess I learned from th-” Everything turns to strobe lights.

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 You wake up in your bed, a cold towel covering your forehead. You find the taste of metal lurking on your tongue. You sit up gradually to see Beverly looking at everything on top of your dresser, every little figure you’ve collected over the years. 

 “Oh, look who’s awake. Looks like my run-of-the-mill skating lessons didn’t do much for you after all.” She giggles, looking up to see you puzzled. “Oh, sorry. A little girl bumped into you and you dropped. You were too distracted talking to me. You hit your head on the floor.”

 “Why does my mouth taste like blood?”

 “You bit your tongue, hard. Probably reflexes.” Beverly came over to sit with you on the bed.

 “Thank you, Beverly. I probably would’ve gotten run over in the rink if you hadn’t come to the rescue. I guess I might’ve ruined the night.”

 “I had a great night, nothing could’ve changed it.”

 “I bet I could make it better.” you both made eye contact.

 “Oh really? And how would you do that?” You lean in and kiss her, her lips soft. She holds your face gently as if she never wanted this moment to end.

[retrointhenow]

JAEDEN LIEBERHER IS NOW OFFICIALLY JAEDEN MARTELL PASS IT ON!!!

[peachywise]

A Cake to Remember

richie tozier x reader 

– one-shot 

– synopsis: (an au) It’s Georgie’s 9th birthday, and all you had to do was get the cake. Your stupid boyfriend Richie Tozier has made that task a lot more difficult than it should be. (aged up)

– notes: this was based around the sentence “I’m disappointed but not surprised” given to me by anonymous!! 

You were an artist. You hadn’t a doubt in your mind. Only an artist could make a cake that good. 

You had been up all night, perfecting the best god damn confetti cake the entire world would ever see. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But it definitely would be the best confetti cake the Losers’ Club would ever see. 

It was little Georgie Denbrough’s 9th birthday today, and the one task Bill had given you was getting a birthday cake from the store. But no, Georgie deserved better than a store-bought cake. It had nothing to do with the fact the grocery store was out of his favourite kind. 

As you picked up the glass covered platter you had put the cake on, you just narrowly dropped it when you felt someone’s chin rest on your shoulder, and a soft breath on your neck. Your boyfriend Richie let out a low whistle. “Fuck, that looks good,” he stated a little too loudly in your ear, and you pulled away to shoot him a glare. Not today.

“You touch it and lose the hand, got it?” you threatened, clutching it to your chest rather protectively. That boy had single-handedly eaten every baked good you had ever made without fail. You had no fucking idea where he even put it all. He was a lanky rod without an ounce of fat, but every single thing always vanished. You half feared you’d find them stock piled in his bedroom one day, moldy and rotten. Lord help the boy if that was the case.

“I was talking about my reflection in the glass, but the cake looks okay too I guess,” Richie shrugged, reaching out to take the platter from you. 

Rather dramatically you ripped it away from his grasp, holding it semi-above your head. Not like he couldn’t reach it there. That tall fuck. 

“No touchy,” you reiterated. 

Richie rolled his eyes as he turned away, and began making his way through the door. “Fine, but that means you don’t get to touch this merchandise,” he threatened suggestively as he turned around to face you. He gestured his hands ‘seductively’ down his body as if that was supposed to be appealing. It kind of was, but you didn’t let on. 

“How will I live!” You cried, pushing past him and out the door without a second glance. 

As soon as you got to Bill’s house, you quickly veered into the kitchen. Afraid Georgie would see the cake before it was time (but more afraid Richie would sneak a piece before then), you hid it in the cupboard under the sink, setting things carefully around it so it camouflaged it a little. 

Feeling more or less reassured that it was going to go untouched, you made your way back into the screaming room of kids where your friends were probably ripping their hair out. Except for Mike. That boy loved a good birthday party.

About an hour or so passed and everything was going as well as you had expected a child’s birthday party to go. You had just been settling a major dispute between two eight years olds when you noticed Richie was no where in sight. Shit on a stick. 

Rushing over to Beverly, you questioned, “hey, have you seen Richie?” 

“Yeah, I saw him head in the kitchen. Bill asked him to grab the cake,” she replied, a questioning crease appearing on her forehead at the slight panic in your face. That boy was dead. Murdered. Slaughtered. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you muttered under your breath as you maneuvered around the kids, surprisingly only getting chastised once by Bill who shot at you, “w-watch the language!” 

Busting through the door of the kitchen, you immediately got an eyeful of your boyfriend sitting cross-legged on the ground, cake platter in front of him, and a fistful of confetti cake in his grubby little hand. Oh well. You’d write a nice enough eulogy for him. 

“I’m disappointed but not surprised,” you gritted out, folding your arms over your chest. Richie’s head snapped up from his shameful position. Standing up rather fast, almost knocking the platter over, he raised his hands above his head, the piece of cake he was clutching lamely dropping on the tiled floor with a resounding plop. 

“It wasn’t me, I swear!” He shouted out, hands still raised. 

“Richie, I just saw you, oh my God–”

“You don’t understand, Y/N!” he whined, shrinking away slightly as you stalked up closer to him, trying to get up in his face even though he was inches taller than you. “I thought I was going to DIE!” 

“You are going to die, if I have anything to do with it!” You shot back, bending down to grab a wad of the already ruined cake. Shooting back up, you smacked it on his face without a second thought. 

Richie stood there a little shocked for a few beats, not saying anything as he removed his now icing decorated glasses, setting them on the counter.

“Fine. Alright,” he muttered calmly. A little too calmly. Oh shit. Oh no. 

Still eyeing you with a fierceness you had never seen from him, he bowed down to grab more cake in his hand. 

Stepping back a few steps as he advanced towards you a little predatory-like, you weren’t ready to back down. “You wouldn’t dare,” you said lowly, never breaking eye contact. 

“Oh no?” He replied, coming toe to toe with you as your back hit the counter, trapping you. What was this, a fucking movie? 

“I love you Cutie, I really do,” he toyed, finally looking away from you to glance briefly at the cake in his hand. “But I love my pride more. You understand.” 

Before you had time to even lift your hands to defend yourself, Richie’s own came rushing towards your face and he smeared the cake all over. Sputtering as some got up your nose (gross), you went to wipe it off before you felt a freaking tongue of all things swipe up your cheek. “Mmm, it tastes better on you,” Richie mumbled in your ear. 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you shoved him away, cracking out with a betraying giggle, “Awe, that’s so gross, dude!” 

A grin broke across Richie’s icing splattered face. “Really? You’re going to hate this then,” he mentioned before tilting his head down and pressing his soft, sweet lips against yours. Sinking into it, you couldn’t stop the small laugh that broke through. Richie’s own lips smiled against yours before he gripped the side of your face. Leaning into him a bit more, he surprised you when he moved your head to the side, rubbing his cheek against yours, spreading the icing. 

“Stop!” You groaned with another laugh, pushing against the boys chest as his amused smile beamed down. He went to move in again, but a familiar high pitched voice broke through their bubble. 

“Is that my cake?” 

Both you and Richie’s head snapped over to Georgie who stood in the doorway beside Bill, who was sliding his hand down his unbelieving face. Richie, instead of giving the same embarrassed look you were, shouted out an enthusiastic, “hell yeah, it is!” 

Moving over to grab yet another fist of cake, Richie walked over to Georgie and bent down, offering his open hand to the boy like his own personal plate. 

Georgie obviously didn’t care about presentation as his own smaller hand greedily took the cake and smashed it into his mouth, saying as he sprayed confetti cake crumbs everywhere, “thanks!” 

[thatprofessionalfangirl]

Say Something

A/N: Hi I’m back with another IT fic!

Request: from @edgytozier  “Yo hey, so an imagine right? Where Richie catches Bev staring at a girl and gives Bev a knowing look and then takes her to the said to tell her to flirt with him when reader is around to make her jealous and Bev, being desperate, says ok and they do it and reader ends up running off thinking Bev didn’t like her. Bev chases her and then confessed and in response reader kisses her thanks b” 

Pairing: Beverly Marsh x reader

Description: Y/N has liked Bev for the longest time, not knowing Bev has always felt the same. 

Warnings: Swearing, hella angst, making out (maybe), and a whole lot of Richie

Remember, requests are open!

Beverly Marsh wasn’t usually one to develop a crush. In fact, she hated the term. It made her feel weak knowing you had her wrapped around your finger. Knowing you had the power to make her drop anything and everything without question, just so she could talk to you. Which was really fucking stupid, considering you two were best friends. Although you both, unknowingly, did want something more. 

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Beverly watched you anxiously tap your foot against the floor. She noticed you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. She saw how you gently bit your lip, nodding your head slightly at what the teacher just said. 

God, she wished she could be the one to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. She wished she could gently bite your lip. She wished she could be yours. 

Your eyes slowly wandered around the room, until you caught a glimpse of bright blue ones. You turned your head and looked at Beverly, giving her a warm smile. 

She melted.

Her eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but yours. She felt her face slowly heat up, cheeks turning a bright red. Yours did the same, although you turned around and looked down, desperately trying to hide it. 

You both frantically tried to cover your faces, but failed miserably as you caught each others’ glance again. Beverly’s face was almost as bright as her hair now, and yours was almost as bright as your nail polish. 

Richie sat in the back of the class, watching the two of you with a smirk on his lips. He knew exactly what he had to do. 

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“Hey, Bev!” Richie called to Beverly as he walked out of the classroom. She turned around and looked at him, a puzzled look on her face as he motioned for her to follow him. 

She reluctantly started towards him, following him as he walked out of the school and around back. They stopped near the bike rack and Richie turned to face her. 

“Richie,” Beverly started. “Why- why did you bring me here?”

“Okay, so, Y/N has to come back here to get her bike-”

“Wait, Y/N? What does this have to do with Y-Y/N?” She asked, frantically turning her head side to side. 

“Oh, well, you like her, don’t you?” He smirked as Beverly looked at him with wide eyes. 

“What? Me- me? Like Y/N? I don’t- I wouldn’t- what?” The apples of her cheeks started to turn red, getting brighter and brighter by the second. Richie smirked and put a hand on her shoulder. 

“It’s obvious, Bev. We all know you like her.”

She sighed in defeat, looking at the ground. 

“It’s really that obvious?” She asked, looking up at him. He nodded. “So, why are we here again?”

“Okay! So, Y/N has to come get her bike, right?”

Beverly nodded slowly.

“I was thinking-”

“That’s a surprise.”

Richie scoffed. “Shut it, Marsh. So, when she comes around the corner, you have to pretend to flirt with me.” He said, a satisfied smirk on his face. 

“Right, okay. Why?”

“It will make her jealous, duh! Then she’ll be all over you!” He threw his hands up like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“But what if that doesn’t-” Richie cut her off as he heard footsteps approach. 

“We have to try, Bev.” 

You rounded the corner as Richie pushed Beverly against the school wall, moving his face closer to hers. 

“Come on, Rich! We can’t do this here!” Beverly giggled, trying to make it sound as real as possible. 

“Why not?” He smirked and slid his hand down her waist. 

“Richie!” 

“You know you love me, Marsh.” 

You stood there in shock as you watched the two of them go back in forth. God, you were so stupid to think that Beverly liked you. Of course, she liked Richie. Why would she ever like a girl like you? 

You turned around as tears brimmed your eyes, rushing around the corner before you sprinted away from the school. You heard Beverly and Richie calling your name, but that didn’t matter. Not when your heart had been shattered into pieces. 

“I knew that wouldn't work!” Beverly yelled in frustration. “God, now she probably hates me.”

“Go after her.” 

She looked at Richie. “What?”

“Go tell her how you feel, Bev.” 

She smiled and whipped around, running to the only place she knew you would be. 

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Beverly found you silently crying to yourself, sitting at the edge of the cliff above the quarry. Her heart broke at the sight as she walked towards you. 

“Y/N?” She whispered, scared to break you even more. 

You jumped up and turned around, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained. You scoffed as you made eye contact with her. 

“Can we talk?” She asked, slowly approaching you. You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. 

“Y/N, please. Say something.”

“What the hell am I supposed to say, Beverly? What the hell am I supposed to say to the girl I’ve been completely head over heels in love with since the 3rd grade, who I just so happened to find flirting with one of my best friends! Were you trying to hurt me? Have you just been playing with my emotions this whole time?” Your voice cracked slightly as you practically yelled the last part. 

Beverly sighed and looked at you with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

“So you’ve just been toying with my feeling?”

She opened her mouth and closed it again, unable to think of the right words. 

“Right, that’s what I thought.” You turned around and looked out at the lake. 

“Y/N, wait.”

“What? Are you just here to hurt me more? Because you’ve already done that enough.”

“Please, will you-”

You turned around. “Will I what, Beverly? What do you want me to do so that I can get hurt again?”

“I never meant to hurt you, Y/N!” She yelled in exasperation. “Will you just listen?”

You sighed and looked at her, sitting down at the edge of the cliff. You motioned for her to sit next to you. 

She sighed. “I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. God, I would never want to hurt you. I just- I love you. I’ve loved you since the day we met but I never said anything because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. The only reason Richie and I were flirting was because he told me it would make you jealous and maybe it would get your attention and that you’d talk to me and that you’d “be all over me” but of course I didn’t believe him and now you hate me and I ruined everything because I’m such an idiot-” 

You cut off her rambling by gently pressing your lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss as you put your hands in her hair. She leaned her body into yours, slowly pushing you back as she put a hand on your waist. Your back hit the ground softly as you pulled her body closer to yours. She firmly pressed her lips to yours and deepened the kiss. 

She pulled away for a breath of air, and you flipped her over so she was against the ground. “I guess Richie was right.” 

She smirked and grabbed the collar of your shirt, pulling you down so your lips met hers. You put your hands in your hair, gently tugging at her red curls. She had her hands all over you, first around your neck, then waist, then hand on your cheek and the small of your back. She finally just let them fall to your waist again as she pulled you into her. 

Yeah, Richie was definitely right. 

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