Wrong

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⚠ Talk about abuse, Richie being an idiot and triggering everyone (I love my dumb baby) ⚠

*Bev's POV*

"What are we gonna do?" I asked quietly after a couple minutes of silence. "I mean, if Dan does come back."

"H-he won't," Bill said, stuttering slightly. "It's j-just an empty threat t-to scare us."

"You're probably right..." Stan's words came out shaking.

I grabbed Monopoly and sat down at the dining room table. When I started setting it up, everyone groaned.

"Beeeeeev, Richie's going to kick our asses!" Ben said and walked over to me. "You know how competitive he gets."

"I know, I thought it might be fun though! It'll take our minds of everything with Dan."

"Fine." Ben sighed and sat down next to me. Stan, Bill and Mike sat on the other side of the table and reluctantly took the fake money.

Richie and Eddie came out of the room a couple minutes later. Richie gasped, grabbed Eddie's arm and ran over to us.

"Fuck yeah, it's Monopoly!" Richie screamed and took his cash, then handed Eddie some.

"You're a dork," Eddie giggled. "Now, let's play!"

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"SHIT!" I yelled as my piece landed on Richie's property. Again.

"Pay up, Red." Richie grinned at me and held out his hand. I sighed and gave him all of my cash.

"Fuck you, Trashmouth." I grunted.

"Aw, don't be a sore loser, Bevvie!"

I tensed up at the nickname, but nobody seemed to notice. That's what my dad called me...whatever.

I rolled my eyes at Richie and Eddie picked up the dice.

"I got...7!" Eddie said and moved his piece.

"'Go to jail'," Richie said, looking over Eddie's shoulder. "Hmm. Probably because your ass is so hot."

"RICH!" Eddie screeched and slapped his arm. Richie just laughed.

"Um..." Mike said awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck. "Are you guys, like...dating? I mean, I called it, but what's going on?"

"Oh, right!" Richie said. "Introducing Mr. Edward Spaghetward Kaspbrak-Tozier!"

"Ew," Eddie looked over at Richie with disgust. "Never call me that again."

"Sorry, you're right. It's Edward Spaghetward Tozier-Kaspbrak."

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he looked genuinely annoyed and hurt. There wasn't the bright smile that usually follows Richie's jokes.

I felt myself frowning slightly at Eddie's response. I really just want to be safe and happy. I know what he feels like right now, and I know how difficult it can be the first couple weeks or even months without the person who hurt you.

Ben noticed my mood change and wrapped his arm over my shoulder.

"You ok, Bev?" he whispered to me. I nodded and gave him a small smile. He dropped the subject for now, but I know he's going to ask me about it later.

"Wait, does everyone know besides me?!" Mike yelled. "You guys, I can't believe you!"

"Sorry Mike," Eddie started and looked down. "It wasn't on purpose."

"It's ok guys, I'm just happy for you two." Mike said and shrugged, grabbing the dice from Eddie and rolling them.

We kept playing for a little while before Mike, Ben and Bill had to go to work. Stan and Richie started up their own conversation and Eddie walked over to me.

"Bev? Can we talk...in private?" He asked quietly.

"Sure! What's up?" I asked, moving towards the bathroom with Eddie trailing close behind.

"Does this thing happen to you where you get...triggered? Like, someone says something that your dad used to day, and then you feel really crappy?"

"Oh," I sighed. "Was it that obvious?"

"What?"

"When Richie called me Bevvie. I didn't think anybody noticed..." I looked down and sat on the edge of the bathtub.

"Bev, I'm sorry!" Eddie said and pulled me into a hug. I really don't like hugs, but I let it slide. "I wasn't talking about that, I didn't realize that happened. I was just asking if that was a real thing."

"It is. I have a couple triggers for my dad, but I haven't really told anyone except Ben about them. Why?"

"I think I have that with Dan..." he muttered. "When Richie called me Edward, I got really scared. That's what Dan would call me when he...you know..."

I looked up at Eddie. Tears were quickly filling his eyes and he tried to blink them away. I put an arm around his shoulder and held him close to me.

"It's ok Eddie," I whispered. "You're ok now. Richie didn't do it maliciously at least, he doesn't know."

"Y-yeah...can we go back? I don't want them getting suspicious." I nodded and followed him out the door.

"BITCHES, LOOK WHAT I GOT!" Richie screamed as we walked in. Eddie flinched slightly and I looked over at him sympatheticly.

Richie held up a small, yellow box. On the bottom in black lettering was "MPMan F10". It had a lime green square on the front and a darker green square inside that. Richie was staring at it with stars in his eyes.

"The MPMan finally came," he gasped. "HELL YEAH!"

"Hey, Rich? Some of us still don't know what that is." I said and walked over to him to get a better look.

"It's an MP3 player! Some guys in South Korea invented it last year, and it finally got to America last week. I went to get it earlier this week and I wanted to tell you guys. But I didn't want Ben to see it. He would've just put on pop music." Richie said and stuck out his tongue in disgust.

"Nope, this baby is going to packed full of every Queen song ever, Weezer, Meredith Brooks, Radiohead, Toto, Fiona Apple, all of the greats!" Richie said excited. He grinned at us, but we just stared in confusion.

"Rich," Eddie sighed. "Nobody knows those bands, except Queen."

"That's the point! They're the outcasts, the losers, the...weirdos. I can relate. They're awesome!"

"Whatever you say, Tozier," Stan said and walked into his bedroom. He came out with couple minutes later with a brown paper bag. "Now, this ring for Bill or no?"

He pulled out a small, black box and popped it open. Inside was a wedding ring. Everyone stared at in shock.

"Hello? Can someone answer, I really need to know if you think Bill will like it when I propose."

A/N Hey kings, queens and non binary beans! Sorry I missed a couple updates, some stuff happened...

My updating schedule is probably going to be crazy, but I'm still going to try and get out chapters pretty quickly.

Again, sorry about that! Peace out kiddos!