He's A Go Getter // R.T and S.U x Reader

"Liquid Courage"

The Losers sat in the floor of the (h/c) headed girls basement in laughter while they played Never Have I Ever. Everyone seemed really happy, drink, but happy. At this point, it was more of a game, seeing as Beverly changed it so that every time someone put a finger down they had to take a shot. (Y/n) was a few shots in for stupid stuff like 'Never have I ever held a gun.' and 'Never have I ever gotten dressed up for an event I ended up ditching.'

"This is boring now." Stan complained.

"I agree." Bev said.

"How about truth or dare?" Asked (Y/n).

And everyone agreed, besides Beverly who made a suggestion, "What if we played the spin the bottle version, either you kiss the person or you have to pick a truth or a dare? And no small truths or dares. We're not 12 anymore."

So, that's what they ended up doing. And it went around in a circle. Richie spun first and got Eddie, looking back at (Y/n) as to ask 'Is this ok with you?', to which she nodded. Richie moved across the circle to Eddie, sitting in front of him awkwardly. Eddie looked at Richie, who was trying not to lose his balance and kissed his cheek.

The rest of the Losers laughed, including (Y/n) who already had a few of the Smirnoff's that Eddie bought, and she was already a little tipsy. Everything that was eating at her conscience couldn't be heard anymore, and, for once she wasn't thinking about having to break the heart of one of the boys that she'd fallen for, she was focused on having fun with her friends.

      Richie grabbed a smoke and looked at (Y/n) for a second, seeing that she wasn't completely against it made him light it and take a puff, inhaling farther and holding it before exhaling. Bev smiled at him, seeing how relaxed and happy he looked by (Y/n)s side. The Trashmouth had gone back to his regular jokes and chaos, which all of the Losers had noticed. Stanley especially.

     Eddie spins the bottle and it lands on Mike so he says, "I'll take truth, no offense Mike, I just know you're talking to someone." He says, smiling. Mike smiles back and asks, "None taken. Is it true that you love the Losers Club?"
Eddie shakes his head and says, "Maybe.. yes."

     The game continues up until (Y/n) spins the bottle. It stops and (Y/n) glances up at Bill.
"I could just do the dare, you know?"

   (Y/n) looks to Richie who laughs, "You're a big girl. You can do whatever you want."
    She then looks over at Bev who doesn't look upset or jealous, mostly because she and Richie both know that they don't view each other that way, and Beverly nods.

     So (Y/n) kisses Bill, on the lips, for a second, if that. They pull back and look at each other seriously before laughing. "D-d-dude that was-s f-unny!" Bill stutters through his laughter. (Y/n) went to respond but all she could do was laugh. 

     Eventually they calmed down and Bill got to spin the bottle, which landed on Ben. So they pecked each other on the forehead, and went back to their seats.

    Ben spins and it lands on Stan, so Stan takes the dare and prank calls the school from a different number to tell them to eat shit.

Stan spins the bottle and it lands on (Y/n). She looks back at Richie who just nods to say that it's fine by him. The two are sitting directly across from each other and they slowly start moving toward each other until both could feel the others breath on their face. Stan subconsciously brought a hand to (Y/n)'s cheek, cupping it gently to pull her face closer to his. As their lips sealed, (Y/n)'s hand made its way to the back of his neck. Due to a lack of breath, they pulled away.

(Y/n) doesn't know how to feel on the matter. While she was so close to Stan, who was not Richie, and had not confessed to her, everything in her brain became fuzzy. Not that she could really complain, of course. Nothing was really connecting, so she didn't really feel guilty at this point in time.

When she looked back at Richie, he had seemed hurt, which put a sharp pain in (Y/n)'s heart. Stan also seemed to be hurt by how she'd only checked on Richie. Nobody spoke.

"Richie.."

"It's ok. I don't care."

"But you do and I'm sorry but I'm so confused and I-"

"I don't know if I'm really in the mood for this right now (Y/n). I'll see you guys tomorrow."

The lanky boy grabbed his keys from the coat hanger and left. (Y/n) got up and ran to get in her car, starting it and leaving before anyone could get her to calm down or sober up.

(Y/n) drove as fast as she could without overdoing the speed limit. She tried her best to catch up with Richie, who was barely in sight. As she turned and made a sharp turn, a truck driver in front of her busted a wheel, which went under her tires, causing her to swerve into the woods. After the first few feet, a tree stopped her.

(Y/n) sat in the front seat, looking less alive than ever. Something about her brightness had dimmed. The ambulance was called and they took (Y/n) to the nearest hospital immediately.

When Beverly got the call that (Y/n) was in the hospital, barely surviving and in a coma, she threw up. It was unlike Beverly to have a weak stomach, but in this occasion it was no sense of overreaction.

The Losers piled into her hospital room the second they were allowed to visit. Stan grabbed (Y/n)'s hand and held it in his gently as not to disturb her, as if she were sleeping peacefully in his room again. He felt the tears fall down his face and for the first time in a long time, Stanley Uris broke down and cried.

Well, that was dark. It's ok! Anyways, I think I'm just going to start updating whenever I can.

Word count: 1075