Richie x Will (Ryers)

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An: this might be a bit short- I don't have much planned for this chapter but I might surprise myself. (I usually just go with the flow)

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When Richie kissed me I felt alive. His lips were so soft yet so addicting, almost like a drug. It felt right but wrong, yknow? Probably because everyone now has a problem with gays. But it felt right because deep down I know that I'm head over heels for this boy. I mean.. who wouldn't.
After we broke the kiss our foreheads just sat against each other, whilst our eyes locked, the only sound was our gentle breathing.
"Richie..?" I muttered quietly, breaking the silence.
"Will..?" He responded. My mouth opened to say something but I was cut off by a voice. "Fucking fags." We both flinched and turned to see the one, the only, Henry Bowers. "Like you're not suckin off Patrick in the bathroom." Richie said standing in front of me. Something about this felt off. "Rich.. let's go." I mumbled, gently pulling his arm. Henry rolled his eyes, "Where would you two go? Somewhere else to fuck?" Richie started to get more and more pissed off, the second we were caught I could vibe him, he was scared but mad. "Even if we were it's none of your business Bowers." Richie spat and pushed past him. Wrong move. Henry growled and grabbed his neck before pinning him against the tree near by.
"Henry stop!" I yelled, walking towards them but felt someone hold me back. Richie glanced over and struggled, kicking his legs up at Henry. "Victor stop!" He wheezed out. Bowers punched Richie to shut him up, throwing him down before kicking him. "What a shame would it be if your little boyfriend got beaten up and you couldn't do a thing about it." He said in a low voice looking over at me. Victor held my arms back and I started throwing myself around to get out. "Stop it!" Bowers gasped and looked shock. "You think Richie's getting hurt? Oh you're so wrong." The taller mullet placed his foot on Richie's chest, keeping him there. Patrick emerged from out of the bush and punched me square in the face. Richie kicked Bowers but was still stuck, "No! Just hurt me, not him! Please!" He cried out. But nothing stopped. Patrick kept punching me, over, and over again. All I did was grunt and groan, just taking it. Richie kept screaming at them to stop but Bowers pressed his foot down onto him.
Soon enough Eddie came out of nowhere. "Guys stop!" And they did. Patrick looked at the smaller boy and scoffed. "Why, you started this." Bowers let Richie go and he sat up is disbelief. Eddie looked down guilty, embarrassed. Richie snapped. He got off the ground and stormed over to Eddie and just slapped him so hard that it almost punctured his skin. "R-Rich.." Eddie muttered.
"No, don't fucking 'Rich' me. Why did you do this?! Was this so you could get my attention? What would've happened, Eddie, would you have fucking killed him?!" He shouted in his face. Eddie flinched and hung his head, crying. "You fucking cry baby." Richie spat. Victor dropped me and just watched, my weak body just hit the floor and went limp. Richie pushed past everyone to me, picked me up gently and went to his bike. "Im gonna tell everyone, Eddie. And by the way, don't ever, show your fucking face to me ever again." And with that, we both left them.
I sat across in Richie's lap weakly, laying my head on his chest. Richie was still mad. I wrapped my arm around his waist softly. "Will I'm so sorry this happened.." he mumbled, he looked upset. "I shouldn't of let this happen.. I should've done something to help you but I was so weak.." Richie's lip started quivering, his eyes looked glossy. "Hey.. Rich.. don't be sorry.. it's not you're fault." I said soothingly. Richie nodded and wiped his eyes, pulling up to his house. He picked me up before carrying me inside carefully. I gently clung to him like a sloth. Richie took me to his room, sitting me on the bed. "Are you okay? Feel any pain?" I looked up at him and shrugged. "Here, I'll grab you some things. He said walking out. I laid my head laid back against the wall and groaned.

Richie returned shortly and I lifted my head to look at him, he sat in front of me and started cleaning my wounds, I occasionally whimpered, and hissed at the pain. He kept whispered things to make me feel better and it worked. Once he was done he out everything away for me, handing me some Advil. I swallowed it dry and shivered at the feeling. Richie laid down on the bed, opening his arms for me. I flopped onto him and let out a 'hmph.' He wrapped around me softly. "Hey rich?" I asked softly, relaxing onto him. "Yeah?" Richie looked down at me. "Why did you kiss me?" I looked at him
Richie furrowed his eyebrows. "I.. I like you.." his expression soften, he went red. My lips curled into a small smile. "You're dork." I said softly, leaning up to him gently kissing him. Richie gasped, kissing me back. The kiss held soft love, my hands gently cupped his cheeks, one of his hands on my back holding me up and the other gently sat on my waist. I lifted myself up into his lap, he sat up with me and my legs sat on either side of him.
We pulled away after a while. "I like you too." I said to him.
"So.. What are we now?" Richie asked, confused. I chuckled softly, laying my head on his shoulder. "Do you want to be together?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, Richie Tozier." I said sitting back to look at him. "Will you have the honors of being my boyfriend?" Richie smiled widely and blushed. "Will Byers, I most certainly do."