Painless || Reddie

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Hey guys! This whole idea came about from me imagining Richie covered head to toe in tattoos so hope you guys think that's cute as well coz that's what he has in this haha

Enjoy!

Richie had a lot of things. For example, Richie had amazing friends (who also double as his co-workers), he had a pretty good eye for design and anything artistic, and, most importantly, a kickass taste in music, movies and anything pop culture. However something that Richie didn't have a lot of was patience, his mother had him tested a hundred times but he didn't have anything to blame his constant need to be doing something on- whether it be drawing, moving or talking an unreasonable amount of shit.

Today was especially testing Richie as he'd been at work a full hour and had no one booked in or even any walk-ins. Which is what led him to be playing a pretty intense game of paper football with his co-worker (and best friend) Beverly. It was his turn to flick the paper whilst Beverly played the field goal. He closed his right eye and stuck his tongue out in concentration. He lined up his shot and-

"DING!" The bell on the door of the parlour rang through the shop, indicating that someone, or someone's, had entered. The sudden noise completely threw Richie off and he cursed as he missed his target by at least half a mile before looking up at the boys who had entered.

His other co-worker (and other best friend) Stan greeted them first. Richie looked up at possibly the dorkiest guys he had ever seen in his entire life. He could not believe his eyes when he saw the small one was sporting an actual fanny pack. He spun slightly in his chair, sharing a look with Beverly. Richie tunes back into the conversation and heard Stan say, "I can do one of you now, and Rich is free to do the other, hey Rich?"

"Oh I'm definitely not getting a tattoo, I'm just here for moral support." The kid sporting the fanny pack replied. His voice was way higher than what Richie expected and turned away before uncontrollably giggling under his breath.

Stan asked the taller boy with dark hair to fill out the form and checked his idea before taking him over to his corner of the shop. Richie went out the back and got another chair for the small boy to sit on while his friend got a tattoo. As he walked in front of him he sported his famous crooked smirk and looked down at him, "Sure you don't want anything, babe? I promise I won't hurt ya." He winked and the boy blushed.

'That was easy' Richie thought and realised he could have a lot of fun with this literal child who'd wandered into his shop.

"No, thank you." He answered politely, "Those tattoo guns are so unsanitary." He cringed as he looked over at Stan getting his gun ready.

Stan looked up at the boy and held his chest in fake hurt, "Hey! I clean this puppy at least once a month!" He then turned around to the wide eyed boy in his chair and quickly backtracked, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding." The boy sighed, visibly relieved and let out a small laugh.

As Stan drew up a stencil of the design, Richie walked over to the front desk to take a look at the form. The guy's name was Bill and he was fresh eighteen (super fresh, it was his birthday today). Bev also walked up to the front desk shortly after and whispered to Richie, "Stan's smiling at that kid like he's a fucking angel." So, Richie turns to look and low and behold, both of the boys are smiling at each other as if they are emitting literal rays of sunshine. It's kind of cute, Rich will admit that.

"It'll hurt at first, especially the outline, but you'll get used to it I promise." Stan says before turning on his gun and making contact with Bill's wrist. His face contorts slightly but doesn't move or react too dramatically. Richie is slightly impressed with the dork. He bets his friend would scream like a little bitch.