club house
Y/N POV
all of the losers and i are currently in the club house waiting for each of our turns on the hammock.
at the moment its richie and stan in the hammock.
"can you two losers get off so that bev and i can have a turn?" i groan looking at them.
"why dont you come and sit on me hotstuff?" richie says with an obvious smirk on his face.
"im good thanks but it looks like you are enjoying stans company."
"id rathers yours but in my bedroom."
"ew, you are absolutely disgusting richard." i say as i go to sit next to bev on a dirty mattress they had laying on the floor.
richie glares at me with a smirk on his face and i groan turning away from him and laying down not caring about the spiders and bugs that are going to get in my hair.
the thing is that i secretly wanted it to just be me and richie in that hammock with no one there and it only being us in each others embrace.
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𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 ~ 𝘧.𝘸 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴
Randomdisclaimer: some imagines will contain smut, feel free to skip if it makes you uncomfortable. (all smuts will have a * in the title) this book will also include: - richie tozier - mike wheeler - boris pavlikovsky - miles fairchild