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

"I Choose..."

       "What's wrong with that Rich?" (Y/n) asks, patting the bed next to her. He moves slowly and sits beside her, taking her hand and placing it on his chest. "(Y/n) (M/n) (L/n), you cannot tell another soul what I'm about to tell you," he says grimly, "the only other people who know are Stan, Eddie, and Beverly." Richie tells her, pushing his glasses up.

    "My dad and mom have an on and off relationship. It's a cycle, really. When I was little, they were both alcoholics. Before I was born, my mom was pregnant with a little girl. It was always her dream to have a little Rachel." He says, pausing a moment, glassy eyes shining towards (Y/n), "When my mom had a miscarriage, they both started drinking, to ease the pain. Well, they decided to stop being sad and tried again. God, (Y/n), why did they have to get a boy? My parents both hated that I couldn't be a dainty little girl, but my mom wanted me anyways."

    He pauses for a moment and (Y/n) looks over at him. He isn't crying just yet, but he looks more broken than ever. He coughs a laugh and continues, "Anyways, my dad hates my moms choice to keep me, but there wasn't lots he could do. He figured since I was a boy, I should be the most masculine one there was, but I didn't understand. He was so hard on me, so hard. I was 3, the first time he beat me, and my mom stepped in, so he hit her too.

  "So, she kicked him out. He came back when I turned 7, and she started drinking more because he made her so upset she couldn't cope. Then, she stopped caring for me. I had to learn how to fend for myself, little itty bitty me, no older than Georgie is now.

   "Then, when I turned 14 and came out as bi, you know I'm bi right? Cause I am. He kicked me out when my mom left for work one morning. Made me pack my stuff and leave. My mom spent 4 hours looking for me after she threw him out for what she promised was the last time and I-" He chocks out a sob, (Y/n) moving to pull him to her chest, his head now leaning against her collar bone. She put a hand in his hair.

     "Rich, baby, why don't you come lay with me, ok? Let's get under my covers, and I'll hold you all night if you want. We can work something out tomorrow and I won't make you go home." (Y/n) promises. She slides herself off her bed, pulling back her covers. "I'll get you some comfy clothes to sleep in, hon. Is that ok?" She asks in a gentle tone.

      After he changes, he slides into bed next to her and settles between her arms, his head resting on her chest. She mumbles something about, "I'll keep you safe" as he nods off. Something about keeping Richie safe was oddly comforting to (Y/n), who wrapped her legs around his torso. He snuggled closer to her chest.

The next morning, when (Y/n) woke up before Richie, she kissed his head and held him tighter for a moment. He returned it, looking straight up at her. "Good morning." He says. She smiles at him and grips his hands, kissing his nose.  "Let's get up. You don't have to go home, but you have to eat something. How about pancakes?" (Y/n) offers, making Richie smile widely. "Has anyone ever told you you're really hot when you're being nice?" He asked, (Y/n) laughed, "Only you. Nobody else says things like that to people."

(Y/n) got out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Richie following her closely. He wasn't really paying attention, due to the fact that she was still in those short shorts she wore to bed and a tank top with no bra. Of course he was distracted, it's Richie. (Y/n) pulled out everything she'd need in order to make pancakes, she also pulled out some bacon (ignore that if you're vegan bestie!).

As (Y/n) cooked, Richie talked. And talked. And talked some more. It was a mix of endearing and annoying, but she pushed through it and finally finished their food in time for him to quit talking. "Richie, do you want to talk about it?"
"No. Do you want to make the choice yet?"
"No. Have you ever thought about how maybe that's kind of inconsiderate of you? To make me choose right after I got out of a coma?"
"I did- I did not." Richie says, pausing a moment to put his head down apologetically.
(Y/n) pats his head. "I'm not mad, just think about it, ok? I love you both. I really do." She says.
"What's so great about Stan?" Richie asks.
"Well, he's thoughtful, and the way he likes geeky things is very endearing, and he's genuine. He's also very attractive and I know he cares. It's a different kind of relationship that I crave with him. Still romantic, though."
"And what about me?" Richie smiles.
"Your dumbness is kind of cute, Trashmouth." She says, smiling at him.

They eat their breakfast in a comfortable silence that sweeps the room.

   (Y/n)'s phone rings and she grabs it. Without saying anything previously, she smiles, "Of course. I would love that." She says, grinning into the phone. She pauses a moment, "Really? A- a date?" She asked. "I'm sorry, I would love to but I'm with Richie. He needs me." She explains, "Right. Well, I'll see you! Let's rain check, yeah? Awesome! Bye!"

     Richie looks up at (Y/n) pushing his glasses up. "Why would you agree to go on a date with Stan?" He asks her.
"You never asked, and I like Stan. Besides, I just told him no so that I could take care of you today." (Y/n) tells him.
"Go on a date with me." He demands, then, realizing his mistake, he corrects himself, "I mean, please. You're hotter than Sonia, and it would make it more fair."
"I will." (Y/n) says.

   Richie didn't want to go home. Honestly, (Y/n) felt bad. So, the two decided on board games. They stayed in and played Candy Land all day, until, oddly, the rest of the Losers showed up.

    "Surprise shawtyyyyy!" Bev yells, throwing her arms around (Y/n).
"Why are you here? Not that I don't miss you guys."
"Because we missed our pretty girl." Stan reasons, holding her face in one hand, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.
"Ok Stan, paws off."
"She's not yours Richie."
"She can speak for herself." Richie defended, causing Beverly to step in.
"Guys, chill, it's not that serious." The red headed girl reasons.

   Richie and Stan are face to face, both visibly upset. (Y/n) is trying to break it up, telling both of them that she couldn't bare to see either of them hurt over something so petty. This caused both of them to look at her.

    "So who do you want? Who do you want to be with?" Stan asked, Richie backing it up.

     "I choose.."

| Surprise chapter!! Yay!! Anyways, my vacation was amazing, thank you very much. I probably won't update on Friday, sorry to disappoint :(. Anywho! I'm excited for summer! How about y'all?|

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