IT imagines! ; +preference's

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imagine
                        ice cream
         "two scoops of vanilla please!" eddie
kaspbrak exclaimed, sticking his pointer
finger up in the air. the small boy felt hungry
walking to the pharmacy that afternoon, so he
i stopped by to get a sweet snack.

the employee slightly nodded, trudging
into the back to get his order. as eddie waited,
he looked around the shop, spotting many
pictures of different ice cream flavors and
cones. after a minute or so the employee
came back with the boy's ice cream, bending
over the counter to hand it to him.

          eddie grabbed the cone, handing the employee his five scrunched up dollars he had
    in his pocket. the man behind the counter
           thanked him, eddie giving a smile.

    the small boy then walked out of the shop,
taking small licks of his vanilla ice cream. he
     went down one of the sidewalks of Derry,    
            planning on going to the arcade 
downtown, where most of the loser's club
               would hang out.

he then found himself playing a game of
dig dug, trying to beat his best friend, richie tozier's high score.richie offered to hold the
small boy's ice cream, promising not to eat it
all before the first game was over.

"ugh!" eddie groaned, losing once again. he
slammed his fist on the machine. "i hate this
over priced bullshit!" richie snickered,staring
   at eddie from behind as he play the game.  eddie turned around and looked at the tall
boy. "what's so funny?"

       richie shrugged his shoulders, making
    the small boy roll his eyes and look back at  
   the arcade game. "this game sucks." eddie 
complained, grabbing his inhaler that was
next  to one of the joysticks. "im leaving."

       the small boy walked out of the arcade,
      sticking his inhaler into his  fanny pack
    that was attached to his hip. "eds wait up!"

      richie caught up to eddie, slightly out of
breath from running so fast."i told you to stop
   calling me that." the now more annoyed boy
  complained once again. "ah, you love it." the
  taller boy said, pinching eddie's cheek. eddie
     batted richie's hand away his cheeks then
                       turning a bright red.

       "is my eddie spaghetti blushing?" richie cooed, using another nickname that eddie also hated. (but actually loved)the small boy turned his face away from the other, blushing an even darker shade of red. "n-no."

          richie smiled, knowing that he was
    definitely lying. "and im not YOUR eddie spaghetti." eddie scoffed a little,trying to
forget that fact that he blushed. richie mimicked eddie's actions, doing a fake scoff. "aNd iM noT yOUR eDdie spAgHeTti"

        by that time, they already arrived at the
  kaspbrak household, walking up the porch
                   steps to the front door.

     "hey, can i come in? i wanna see how your
   mom's doing, probably sleeping. i did it  
                     pretty hard last night."
richie smirked. the small boy slapped his arm
         and rolled his big brown eyes. "no!"

                      "can i at least come in?"
       eddie signed and threw his hands slightly
    up in the air. "fine. but don't say any shit to
                                 my mom."

       the two boys walked into the house, the
    smell of bleach and cleaning supplies filled
      richie's nose, making him cough slightly.
       eddie slowly and quietly made his way
   upstairs with richie, trying not to awaken his 
mother that was in a deep sleep down in the
                           living room.

     they finally reached the small boy's room,
quietly closing the door and letting out a deep
   breath. richie looked at eddie and smirked.  
                  "what'd i say? sleeping."

eddie rolled his eyes and walked over to his bed, sitting on it as it bounced a little. richie leaned up against his dresser and stared at the smaller boy, not taking his eyes off him.

eddie tried to unhook his fanny pack from his waist, but was struggling to even grab the hook. his mother got him this stupid fanny pack, saying that he'll never lose it because it'll stay tight to his hips. she was definitely correct.

richie watched the boy struggle to get his fanny pack off before walking over to him. "here, let me help."

eddie's cheeks turned red once again as richie brought the small boy's waist towards him, slowly unhooking the pack. richie place the tiny bag on eddie's bed, but didn't take his hand off of his waist.

"t-thanks richie." eddie smiled nervously, turning his head to look at him.

the small boy then felt a tug on his hips turn him around, he was now facing the taller boy, his eye's full of love.

"r-richi-" eddie was then cut off as richie crashed his lips onto his, pulling him even closer.

eddie's eyes widen, but slowly melted into the kiss, feeling richie's soft lips, tasting like vanilla ice cream.

eddie slowly pulled away and looked up at richie with a smile. richie smirked, but then grinned seeing his eddie spaghetti's happiness.

"that- that was an amazing kiss but-" eddie started, looking down slightly. "your lips tasted like MY ice cream." he raised an eyebrow, and put his hands on his hips. "you ate it didn't you rich."

richie gave him a sarcastic "pSh no-" and a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"richie."

"eddie."

"i want my ice cream."
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a/n; the way the paragraphs are put got messed up somehow so don't mind that :)