𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐞 // 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

r.t - his white hawaiian shirt

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

" d-do y-you wanna h-hang out with t-the others in t-the q-q-quarry?" bill denbrough said from the other side on the line.

" sorry big bill, i have some homework to do.." richie lied through the phone as he looked at his girlfriend y/n, cooking waffles and eggs.

" homework? it's a saturday" eddie interrupted through the line.

" i-uh, miss harris gave me some uhh extra work to do." richie said.

" o-o-oh o-okay" bill said sadly as he hanged up.

" was that bill?" y/n said, handing richie his plate.

" mhm, he wanted us to go to the quarry but i said no" richie took a bite out of his waffle.

" why though? didn't you want to go swimming?" y/n sat beside richie.

" i'd rather spend time with my dear baby" richie said as he smiled at y/n genuinely.

" you're making me blush stop" y/n giggled as richie hugged her but she backed away.

" uhm, i need to shower and a shirt before i hug you. i smell disgusting." y/n looked down.

" i don't care, señorita. give me a hug" richie said with a spanish accent.

" i'm serious richie. i need to take a shower. do you have any spare shirts i could borrow?" y/n asked.

" uhh yeah i'll find a shirt. you can go shower in my bathroom." richie said as he dashed to his closet to find a proper shirt.

shit, he thought.

he only had hawaiian shirts.

" couldn't you have even one proper shirt you fucker" richie muttered to himself.

he decided to grab his white hawaiian shirt which was his personal favorite.

" y/n, i'm sorry i had no proper shirts, anyways, i grabbed you my favorite hawaiian shirt." richie said as y/n opened the bathroom door only an inch.

" thanks, rich." y/n smiled as richie looked away to respect y/n.

come on, richie, just take a eenie- weenie peek, his brain said.

fuck off. know what respect is, richie's thought argued.

he headed to the couch.

he really needed to help himself.

even his brain's betraying him.

" richie?" richie's thoughts were interrupted when y/n spoke up.

he looked to see her wearing his favorite hawaiian shirt, y/n being as beautiful as ever.

" come here." richie said.

they cuddled by the couch, each one savoring every second.

meanwhile, the other losers were piled up on richie's doorstep.

they could hear faint laughter inside.

eddie and stan pressed their ears against the door.

" richie can i grab the waffle first" they can hear y/n's chuckle.

"no, baby. waffles can wait." richie answered.

out of confusion, stan opened the door.

" HOLY SHIT" the losers cursed as they fell.

richie and y/n, who were making out by the moment, stood up in surprise.

" what the fuck?!" richie stood up in shock, y/n standing still.

" uhhh surprise?" eddie grinned nervously.

" so you didn't tell me the both of you were dating?" bev raised an eyebrow.

" err.." y/n was interrupted when richie spoke.

" yeah, we're dating. now get the fuck out you ruined the moment." richie playfully said and shoved the losers outside.

" whatever you say trashmouth." stan rolled his eyes and left.

richie closed the door behind him.

" now, let's finish off what we started." he said with a smirk.

𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙤𝙤𝙥- 
𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙞'𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠.