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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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Hanzier smut? Richie hot n bothered, so he gets Mike hot n bothered and rides him?? ( if ur still taking requests...) Because bottom Richie rights

BOTTOM RICHIE RIGHTS!!! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you’re happy with the results. Read on AO3 or below:

Mike slowly felt himself drift into consciousness, awarenesscoming back to his senses as he blinked sleep out of his eyes. He felt next tohim for his warm-bodied companion but found empty rustled sheets instead. Mikedecided to take another moment before getting out of bed to search for hisboyfriend.

When he finally padded down the hallway, lit up by earlymorning sun that covered his skin in waves, he found the kitchen and livingroom empty as well. He busied himself with making coffee, stretching himselfout as the coffee pot filled drip by drip.

Yesterday had been exhausting, leaving his muscles feelingstiff from sleeping so deeply after such a long day. Him and Richie had arrivedat the beach house well into the evening, after a day full of travelling.They’d ordered a mediocre pizza before passing out in uncomfortable positionsthat they’d seemingly held all night, if the rigidity in Mike’s limbs wasanything to go by.

Once the coffee was done, he poured himself a cup and madehis way towards the back door, having no doubt where he’d find Richie.

Richie was a capital B beach bum. He got restless anytime hewas away from the water for too long. Something about the sand between his toesseemed to ground him, so when Mike had suggested that they get a summer beachhouse, it had earned him tons of gratitude from his excited partner.

This was the third year they’d spent their summer here sincebuying it, and Mike was used to Richie’s routine by now. Although usually a bedbug, Richie transformed into a morning bird every time they visited. He’d wakeup at the crack of dawn, as if the sun itself had reached down and shook himawake, and he’d be in the sand before he’d even grabbed breakfast. Thebeautiful thing about having a private beach was that Richie never had to worryabout looking unkempt, so he never bothered with looking presentable thosemornings.

As he’d expected, Mike spotted Richie wadding around in thewater, curly hair dripping over his shoulders and ivory chest reflecting thesun. Mike would have to grill him about wearing sunscreen later; also a routinethey’d fallen into each year.

Mike leaned against the door frame, holding his cup to hischest as he watched the goofy grin on his lover’s face expand, and then fall ashe got knocked over by a wave.

Mike waited until he was done his coffee to actually bravethe salty air and scorching sand, wincing for a moment when the sun hit hisgolden eyes, until they adjusted to the brightness. He slid the patio doorclosed behind him and walked down the steps leading him to the beach.

It didn’t take long before Richie noticed him, grinreturning as he waved wildly over his head as if Mike might not be able to spotthe only other person in the vicinity. He smiled, returning the gesture, beforesettling down into one of the reclining beach chairs they’d set out.

Richie came traipsing out of the water, a little pep in hisstep from a morning in his happiest place. He was wearing something that Mikehad never seen before, and he had to hold himself back from laughing at thesight of a tight leopard print speedo barely covering Richie’s junk.

“Good mooooorning Mikey!” Richie greeted, plopping down intoMike’s lap without warning. Mike let out a little oof before settlinghis arms around Richie’s waist and pulling him close, complaininglightheartedly about Richie’s wet butt soaking his boxers in ocean water.

“What are you wearing?” Mike asked, cocking one eyebrow andsmirking down at the offending item.

“It’s a speedo!” Richie defended, snapping the waistline againsthis skin for emphasis.

“Since when do you wear speedos?”

“What, a man can’t look good for his boyfriend?” Richiewiggled in his spot, rubbing up against Mike very deliberately. Mike’s hold onRichie tightened warningly and Richie stopped moving.

“You always look good; I just didn’t know speedos were yourthing.”

“Well. Now they are.” Richie said decidedly. “Besides, youlike it, don’t lie.” Richie squirmed in Mike’s lap once again, causing Mike tostill his hands on his mischievous boyfriend’s hips.

“Are you trying to give me a boner on the beach?”Mike asked accusingly.

“Mmmmmmmaybe.” Richie looked up at Mike through thick blacklashes, batting them to feign innocence.

“At least let a man have breakfast first.”

“But I’ve been waiting for you all morning.” Richie moaned.

The spot in Mike’s heart that belonged to Richie thumped alittle louder, drowning out the common sense he was trying to hold on to. Therewas only so much he could do when Richie spoke to him with such desire anddepravity.

“All right, get that little ass inside then.” Mike crumbledeasily, slapping Richie’s ass playfully in a gesture to get him moving.

“Mmmm- too far.” Richie mumbled, beginning to nose at thecolumn of Mike’s neck.

Mike laughed a little incredulously, deciding to humorRichie for a moment.

“So, what, we’re just gonna give our neighbors a show?”

“They wouldn’t complain.” Richie teased, his light kissesturning into nips that had Mike’s blood pressure rising.

“Richie…” Mike warned, beginning to feel himself stir in hisboxers.

“Come on Mike, I didn’t get off at all yesterday.” Richiewhined, the sound, unfortunately, only adding to Mike’s growing problem.

“We were travelling-”

“If someone hadn’t objected to joining the mile-high club, Iwouldn’t be so riled up-”

“I didn’t want to start our vacation with us getting introuble-”

“We wouldn’t have gotten in trouble-”

“You’re getting yourself in a lot of trouble right now withthat mouth-”

“Oh, sorry for missing my boyfriend’s cock-”

“Fine.” Mike gripped the back of Richie’s neck, pulling himinches from his mouth, Mike’s lips ghosting his. “You want me to fuck you onthis beach, right out in the open where everyone can see what a desperate cockslut you are?”

Richie’s eyes were wide, shock written on his features. Heclearly wasn’t expecting Mike to give in so quickly, but quite honestly, Mikedidn’t have much fight in him when his dick was throbbing.

It took a slight jolt from Mike to remind Richie to answer,and then he was shaking his head eagerly.

“And what do you expect me to stretch you out with? Oceanwater?” Mike prodded, the slight condescension causing a flush to Richie’scheeks.

“No, I-”

“You have 30 seconds to get the lube or you have to stretchyourself out.” Mike deadpanned, the inklings of a smirk twitching at the cornerof his lip. Richie loved it when Mike got authoritative.

It didn’t take long before Richie was stumbling to his feet,trying to beat the traction of the sand as he ran towards their beach house.Mike counted in his head, listening intently for the sound of padding footstepsexiting the house again. When they finally did, Mike was up to 38 seconds, buthe chose to keep that to himself.

He heard a tumbling and whirled his head around to see Richielosing his footing on the stairs, his body slipping horizontal as his hand heldon to the rail to keep him from fully falling. Mike noted the speedo, pulledhaphazardly around Richie’s knees, and guessed that the culprit of hisdownfall.

“Someone’s eager.” Mike noted, as Richie righted himself andtook the time to pull his speedo the rest of the way down, stepping out of itcarefully before resuming his sprint towards Mike.

Richie came to an ungraceful halt in front of Mike,thrusting the lube out with a triumphant smile, his breathing labored fromtrying to beat the clock.

Richie’s cock looked painfully hard, and Mike wondered ifgoing one day without fucking had always affected Richie this way, or if it wasjust since they’d gotten together. Mike’s ego would like to believe the latter.

“Alright, let’s get you satiated before some poor sap has tolook out their window only to be blinded by your pale ass.” Mike crooked hisfinger in a come-hither motion.

“They can admire my pale ass all they want, as longas you’re the one fucking it.” Richie responded without missing a beat,climbing back into Mike’s lap.

Mike laughed along with Richie, giggling into each other’smouths with a bliss that Mike only ever felt around the love of his life. Itwas a carefree laugh with no worries hiding behind closed doors or secrets hidingunder floorboards. They were as raw and open with each other as they possiblycould be, in a way that Mike hadn’t felt in any of his relationships outsidethe other Losers. He felt grateful that the world had allowed him to fall inlove with one of his best friends.

It only took a few minutes of kissing for Richie to getimpatient, tugging on Mike’s hand and trying to guide him where he wanted him.

“Please, Mike, just-” Richie panted against Mike’s lips, hisvoice breathy with need and cutting off midsentence.

“What, you want me to go in there dry after you went to allthe trouble to grab the lube?” Mike chuckled deeply, reminding Richie that hewas, in fact, holding the lube hostage in one tight-knuckled hand.

“Oh, fuck- yeah here.” Richie eagerly popped the cap on thebottle and squeezed about half its contents into Mike’s awaiting hand. It oozedthrough Mike’s fingers and down to his wrist as Mike’s shocked eyes flittedback and forth from the massacre in his hand to Richie’s face.

“Well jeez, think that’s enough, Rich?”

Richie made a noise deep in his throat that sounded bothneedy and apologetic all at once. As if he was sorry, but not really thatsorry.

With enough lube to drown a man, Mike had no problemslipping the first finger in. The others took a little more time, but withinminutes Mike had four of his fingers thrusting in and out of Richie, theexcessive lube making a lewd squelching noise that made Mike blush from top tobottom.

“Mikey, I can’t wait any longer, please-”

The switch from fingers to cock was effortless, Richie’sbody stretching to accommodate the intrusion like the well-trained boy he was.He slid down Mike’s length with a heady moan that crawled into Mike’s gut andignited the coil that was already pulling taut.

“I’ve got you.” Mike wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist,the action made easy by how tiny Richie was compared to him. Mike’s hand alonealmost engulfed Richie’s entire back, eclipsing the pale skin with dark umber.

Richie melted above him, his muscles relaxing under Mike’s holdand the familiar stretch of his hole.

Over the years, they’d discovered that Richie took to dickthe way others took to chocolate, or ice cream; cock was his comfort food. WhenRichie was nestled around Mike was when he was happiest, and Mike sometimesforgot how stressed Richie could get without his fill. Their trip really hadtaken its toll on him.

“Is that better, baby?” Mike asked gently, rolling his hipsand elating at the content mewl he got in response.

“Mmm.” Richie hunched over slightly so he could set his headon Mike’s shoulder, kissing his neck lazily as he began bouncing shallowly inplace. Mike let his hands trail down the length of Richie’s back, settling onthe globes of his ass and squeezing hard enough to leave crescent moons in hiswake.

Richie responded with a slight increase to his thrusts, butnot enough to satisfy Mike’s pulsing need.

“Are you gonna pleasure yourself on my cock, or just playaround with it a little?” Mike teased, nudging Richie’s forehead with his chinso he was forced to look up and meet Mike’s wanting eyes.

Richie gazed at him through a shadow of lashes, innocenceand deviance battling behind his eyes. Mike could tell Richie was trying todecide which response he wanted to give; whether he wanted to comply, or tease.

Richie straightened back up, placing his hands on Mike’schest for stability as he peered down at him, decision made and determined.

Locking eyes with Mike, Richie tensed his thighs and raisedhimself up until just the crown of Mike’s head was settled against Richie’srim. Mike’s lungs seized up in anticipation, before Richie was baring down andpunching the air right out of him, along with a drawn-out groan.

“So good for me.” Mike crooned, watching as Richie repeatedthe motion again. “So beautiful like this.”

Mike’s hands moved to Richie’s thighs, surveying the fadingmarks he’d left there a few days ago. He pressed down on one, noticing how itblossomed around his finger and caused Richie to let out a little gasp.

“Wanna mark you up like this again.” Mike said absently.

“Please.” Richie begged wantonly.

If it was possible to get his mouth on those thighs andstill fuck into him, Mike would have done so in a heartbeat. But as it was, he wasnot a contortionist, so he settled for putting it on the list for later.

They settled on a brisk but relaxed pace, letting themselvesenjoy the languid thrusts and the thrill that rushed under their skin each timethey remembered they were out in the open.

Mike ran his hands back up Richie’s body, taking his time totrace every curve and dip and crevice along the way. He payed extra attentionto Richie’s nipples, grinning when it caused Richie to arch his back furtherand turn his head towards the sky.

Once Richie was red chested and begging for release, alreadywound so tight even though they’d only been at it for a few minutes, Mike lethis hands trail the rest of the way towards their destination. Thick fingersthreaded through black hair, which reflected in shades of brown and bluedepending on how the sun chose to illuminate it. Richie’s hair was one of Mike’sfavorite parts of his appearance, though it was tough competition if he wasbeing honest. He loved everything about Richie, but there was something especiallyappealing about the way those soft curls would tighten around his fingers, caginghim in as if they had a life of their own and never wanted to let him go.

In response, Richie’s hands darted into Mike’s own hair,which had been grown out since their younger years, and was now pulled into abun atop his head. Mike had voluptuous curls of his own, but the sides and napeof his neck were all shorn, leaving the natural curls atop his head the main focalpoint. Richie had loved every hair style Mike had worn over the years, but thisone was by far his favorite, and he was vocal about it, too.

“God, you’re so sexy Mikey-” Richie breathed, eyes liddedand already looking fucked out of his mind. He absently pulled off the elasticthat held Mike’s hair in place, and dug his fingernails deep into his scalp,watching as the curls cascaded down to frame Mike’s face.

Mike pulled him in close, leaning their foreheads against oneanother, and settling his gaze where they were connected. He watched intentlyas Richie continued to grind up and down, slowly squeezing the life out of Mike’scock.

He couldn’t help but grind his hips, imagining himself stirringRichie’s insides around. And if Richie’s reaction was anything to go by, itprobably felt fairly similar. Moans were dripping out of his mouth like saliva,getting higher and higher pitched as Mike continued his ministrations.

Mike pistoned his hips up once, experimentally, and receiveda resounding response.

“Daddy! Daddy- fuck- oh my god-” Richie’s hipsslapped down to meet Mike’s next thrust, his cheeks now marked with tearstreaks that Mike wanted to lick off. Richie never looked as good as he didwhen he was wrecked like this.

Mike continued to fuck up into him, leaning in and kissingRichie’s forehead, his eyebrow, his temple. Their mouths intermingled as theyboth labored for breath and struggled to keep their pace.

“Fuck… look at you, princess.” Mike whispered against Richie’slips

Richie keened at the use of the nickname, his entire bodyseizing up as he crested over the edge. Mike continued to fuck him through his climax,his touch gentle but his thrusts rough.

Once Richie finally stopped spilling out onto Mike’sstomach, aftershocks mimicking the waves behind them, Mike hit his ownthreshold.

Richie was pliant as Mike fucked up into him. He knew Richiewas probably experiencing overstimulation, but he didn’t make a peep, lettingMike ride out his own orgasm for as long as he needed to.

It was a long time before either of them moved again. The warmsun had a way of lulling them into even deeper of a post-coital bliss than usual.It wasn’t until a seagull squawked nearby that they were brought back to reality.

Mike stretched his arms up above his head, smiling down atRichie as he nuzzled further into Mike’s chest. By now he’d completely softenedinside Richie, and their stomachs were sticking together like someone hadpoured glue between them. He’d have to get them to a shower before Richie triedto prance back into the Ocean and claim it was ‘good enough’.

The seagull squawked again, sounding closer now and almost…human like. Now that Mike thought about it, it didn’t sound all that much likethe seagulls they were used to. He swivelled around as much as he could with anotherfull-grown man laying on his body and caught sight of the very-much-not-a-seagulltrampling towards them.

“Fuck! Richie, get up!” Mike scrambled to stand on his ownfeet, hissing slightly as he slipped out of Richie’s tight heat and suddenly feltmuch more exposed than he’d like.

“What’s going on- OH FUCK.” Richie stumbled backwards a few stepsbefore homing in on the fast approaching threat that had caused Mike’sreaction.

A few meters away, holding a sandal threateningly in herraised hand and a scowl on her face, was a woman who was speaking in spurts of Spanishand broken English. Richie had taken Spanish in high school, and although he didn’tremember much, he’d prided himself on learning every Spanish swear word therewas; and this woman seemed to know them all.

Richie panicked, turning around in a circle and searchingthe sand as if he could find a way to hide himself, maybe build a quick sandcastle and crown himself king. All may enter except this lady.

Mike, being the rational one as always, grabbed Richie’swrist before he started booking it back towards the beach house.

As they reached the steps, Richie realized they’d left theirlube behind, and high on adrenaline and panic, suddenly it seemed like the mostimportant possession he’d ever owned.

“THE LUBE!” Richie shouted to Mike, tearing his arm from Mike’sgrasp.

“Richie, leave it!” Mike shouted back, eyeing the woman whowas still storming towards them, now yelling words that he didn’t need to speakSpanish to understand.

“No one left behind, Michael!” Richie ran back towards thechair, slipping down on to his side and sliding along the ground like he’d seenBill do a million times in his baseball games. He felt the sand dig into his bareflesh and immediately regretted the decision, but he had no time to do anythingbut grab the bottle and run.

So, he did just that, kicking sand up behind him as he triedto move as quickly as possible. Ahead of him, Mike was holding the patio dooropen for him, anxiously ushering him forward as if it had the magic ability to makeRichie faster.

When he finally reached the stairs for the second time, Richiefelt something hard hit his back. He kept moving, his rapid heartbeat drowningout the yelling to the right of him.

He reached the top step, took a giant leap, and landedinside the beach house on wobbling feet. He turned back towards the door whichMike was sliding shut and locking into place, and he raised his hands in triumph.

Staring back at him from the bottom of their stairs, pickingup the sandal she’d thrown at Richie, was the middle-aged woman who had all butdamned them to hell. She was glowering in fury at the two younger men, the gripon her sandal strong enough to bend it nearly in half.

Richie lowered his arms, realizing it probably looked likehe was flashing her on purpose. He mouthed a guilty ‘sorry’ as Mike drew the blindsshut.

“Well… that was an experience.” Mike whispered, as if worriedthe angry woman might have superhuman hearing.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be digging sand out of my ass crack fordays.” Richie responded, turning and presenting his backside to Mike. The lube thatcoated his ass and upper thighs had acted as an adhesive for the sand he’drolled in, leaving him absolutely caked in it. At the sight, Mike couldn’t helpbut burst out laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Alright, let’s get you a shower.” He chuckled,side-stepping around his sandy boyfriend and only getting close enough to leavea peck against Richie’s forehead before was disappearing down the hall towardsthe bathroom.

Richie trailed after him, leaving a literaltrail of sand in his wake.

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polyamorylosersau · 3 years

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Hanzier --- Mike and Richie

“Thanks, Mikey.”

“For what, baby?”

“For seeing me.”

From @kitchen-witch-bitch and @lethimrunsonia‘s Poly!Losers AU Six Different Ways.

#hanzier #mike hanlon #richie tozier #poly losers #poly losers club #poly!losers #it fanfiction #it chapter two #it chapter one #it ch 1 #it ch 2 #it fandom

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readinglikechickensoup · 4 years

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hello! for your fanfiction requests i was hoping to ask for a poly losers relationship where it’s bottom richie centric and mainly stanley being in charge of what happens to him, nsfw would be great :)

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long. I had originally intended for it to be a “short set-up + smut” piece, sort of like Losers and Lace, but inspiration hit me like a bus. I hope you like it! Feel free to request again, any time!

“If You Are Not Mine” Pairing: Poly Losers Club, Richie-Centric Rating: Explicit Warnings: Self-Esteem/Trust Issues, Relationship Issues, Explicit Sex. See tags on AO3 for more details. Words: 15,430 Summary: Richie was the luckiest chucklefuck alive. Somehow, he landed in a relationship with six of the hottest people on the planet. All hilarious, talented, and willing to put up with Richie’s pathological need for attention.The only problem? Seven's an odd number. AO3 Link

#poly losers #poly losers club #richie tozier #stanley uris #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #ben hascom #eddie kaspbrak #bottom richie #stozier #reddie #hanzier #bichie #benchie #bevchie #readinglikechickensoup #losers club fanfiction

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mitchsmarners · 5 years

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I'll take Hanzier for 29 pls

29: Going Away to War AUPairing: Mike Hanlon/Richie Tozier (Hanzier)

The scrawny kid with glasses was struggling, that much was obvious. Mike had been watching him for some time, almost unable to help himself. Mike always turned back to his own exercises, before the scrawny kid would do something loud and messy to drag Mike’s eyes back to him. He was the exact kind of skinny white kid that Mike was ashamed to find attractive back in high school.

Mike shook his head, letting himself he was better than that now.

“Hey, man.” The voice finally reached his ear as the scrawny kid came to sit beside him. He had large glasses on his face and his teeth were too straight- likely from braces in youth, Mike figured- and his face was open with nerves. “You seem... strong.”

“Are you hitting on me?” Mike asked, unable to help himself. He grinned to himself when the man blushed right red.

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “I just might... do you think you could help me? This training is kicking my ass, and I’m tired of everybody here looking at me like I’m just... reject. Can you just... please?”

Mike smiled at him. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Richie. Richie Tozier.”

“Here’s what you got to do.”

#hanzier #hanzier fic #it fanfiction #mike hanlon #richie tozier #my writing #prompt #and then they were stucky- omg they were stucky

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denbroughbill · 5 years

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“richie and mike reminisce about things that were, and work on things that could be,”

#richie tozier #mike hanlon #hanzier #it fanfiction

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veganmikehanlon · 6 years

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“bro, I love you”

there was a prompt i wrote this from forever ago that was like “ways to say i love you; by shouting it”

Pairing: Mike x Richie

Rating: teen and up

Words: 2,387

Mike sits in a circle with his friends with Richie laying his head in his lap. He gently runs his fingers through his boyfriends’ still damp hair. They had spent all day at the quarry, playing in the cool water under the blazing late afternoon sun.

As the day cooled off the less time each loser spent jumping into the water and more time soaking up the evening rays of sunshine. Eventually, they all made their way out of the water and off the beach, up the trail through the woods to where they had parked their cars.

Mike closes his eyes and lifts his face towards the sky, he hears his friends moving and chatting around him but they’re all out of focus. Everywhere Richie is touching him is warm, it’s very distracting and really awesome. Mike smiles to himself before tipping his face down.

He opens his eyes to see Richie looking back at him. Richie sucks in a deep breath when they make eye contact and his eyes go round and wide, looking extra big behind his glasses. “What-“ Mike starts but Richie is scrambling to his feet and, Mike can’t believe him, walking away without a word.

“Baby?” Mike calls after him but his boyfriend keeps walking away toward the trail leading down to the cliff edge. “Richie!?” He calls out. His friends have stopped to see what the commotion was about. “What’s he doing?” Ben asks. Mike just shrugs because he has no idea. He’s not sure what happened but Richie seems spooked.

Mike sighs and stands, he wipes the seat of his trunks off and follows his boyfriends’ retreating form. He runs to catch up to where Richie has made his way halfway down the path. “Bro, c’mon, what are you doing?” Mike calls out, frustrated. Richie stops and swings around. “Babe,” he says grinning “did you just call me bro?” Richie laughs, doubling over, and Mike takes the opportunity to reach his boyfriend and wrap him in his arms.

Richie doesn’t stop laughing but he can’t help but melt in his boyfriends' arms. Mike looks bemusedly at the giggling boy before him. Richie’s hands run up Mike’s arms and clasp around his neck. “Maybe.” Mike teases pecking a kiss to Richie’s nose. Richie giggles again and Mike feels that familiar swell of happiness rise in his chest. God, he likes this boy so so much.

They sway where they stand, just enjoying the weight of the other in their arms. Mike presses kisses to the side if Richie’s head. “Sweetheart,” he whispers near Richie’s ear, “what happened?”

“Hm?” Richie hums into Mikes neck where he's hiding his face. “Why’d you run off?” Mike specifies, running a hand up and down Richie’s back. Richie abruptly tenses and pulls away, his eyes wide.

“Um” Richie gulps, “no reason?” he says, and Mike thinks maybe he meant it as a statement, but it definitely came out like a question. Mike looks over Richie’s face, searching his expression. He won’t meet his eyes and Mike is getting concerned about what’s going on with his boyfriend.

“Did I do something?” He asks, wracking his brain for anything it could be. Richie startles and quickly brings his hands to cup Mike’s cheeks, “no baby, no…” he rests his forehead against Mike’s. “I don’t think you could ever do anything wrong.” He confesses with a small smile.

Mike places a kiss on Richie’s forehead and Richie closes his eyes and sighs. He steps away and grabs Mike’s hand “c’mon, let’s go sit.” He says leading Mike down the path to the quarry edge. Mike whistles a bird call Stan had taught them all. Richie grins over at him then makes his own, admittedly sorry, bird call. They challenge each other back and forth, giggling in-between turns, ’til they’re both sitting on the edge of the cliff, Mike with his legs crisscrossed and Richie’s hanging over the edge.

“Okay so, here’s the thing,” Richie starts “I realized something and it kind of freaked me out,” He starts, waving his hands around as he speaks, “well not like freaked me out like it’s a bad thing, it’s just new and I’m not sure if I should say it?” a stressed sigh leaves him as he thinks. “But I think I really want to say it but…” he admits shyly.

“I don’t know!” He exclaims throwing his hands up. “Maybe you won’t want to hear it! But you’ll be so fucking nice about it because you are just so nice, and sweet, and honestly, sometimes I wonder what someone like you is doing with me—“

Mike starts to interrupt his boyfriends' rant but Richie just hops to his feet and starts pacing with a “fuck, Mikey!” Mike turns his body from the cliff edge to face Richie. He watches him pace for a few moments. Richie’s movements are jerky and he keeps running his fingers through his hair, fluffing it up more and more.

Mike looks on in concern thinking of what he wants to say. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on with his boy, but he’s not going to let Richie think there’s any reason they shouldn’t be together.

“Richie,” Mike says gently, “I’m with you because I really like you! Like, really really like you!” He can feel his face getting hot at the confession, he’s not embarrassed, he could never be; not when it came to Richie and his feelings for him. “I don’t know what you could do to make me give you up, as far as I’m concerned you’re stuck with me, Tozier.” Richie's movements stop and he turns to Mike, his mouth agape and his hands stuck in his hair, “yeah?” He asks breathlessly. Mike smiles, his heart flipping, “yes, baby, of course.” He answers gently.

Richie’s hands fall to his sides and Mike can see his shoulders relax. Mike shifts to his feet and holds his arms out to Richie, “now can you come over here and kiss me?” Mike requests sweetly. Richie grins and steps into his boyfriends' arms.

Their kiss quickly falls into a rhythm and Mike finds himself getting lost in it. “Fuck, your lips are so soft,” Mike moans. He goes to deepen the kiss, but Richie ends it, pulling away from Mike. He starts to protest but stops when he catches sight of Richie’s mischievous grin, and Mike’s breath catches at how beautiful he looks. His well-kissed lips stretching to show all of his teeth and his freckles standing stark against his pale skin. Mike can practically see the sparkle he gets in his eyes when he’s excited about something.

Richie takes a moment to take in Mike’s face taking in his own, he’s not sure about what he’s going to do, but Mike has always made him feel brave. He presses a quick kiss to Mike’s lips then spins and sprints to the cliff edge. “Richie!?” He hears Mike exclaim before he’s flying off the cliff.

“I

LOVE

YOUUUUUUUUUUU”

he shouts as he plummets towards the water below. His whole body feels like it’s on fire until he hits the cool water with a splash.

At the top of the cliff, Mike stands stock still. Did he just say I love you? Richie…loves him? It feels like sparklers are lighting up his body as one thought echoes through his head; he loves me he loves me he loves me…Mike sprints to the cliff and flies over it with an excited shout. He hears Richie exclaim before he’s sinking into the water where he lands next to him.

He surfaces as quickly as he can and when his head breaks through the surface he shakes the water out of his eyes, frantically searching for his boyfriend. His boyfriend who LOVES HIM! He spots Richie’s pale face like a shock against the dark water. His eyes are wide and his expression can’t seem to decide between worried and amused.

Mike swims towards him, close enough for their legs to brush with every kick. Mike crowds Richie to shallower water so he can stand, then wraps Richie’s legs around his waist, holding him steady with strong hands on his thighs. Richie hesitantly wraps his arms around Mike’s shoulders and clasps his hands together. So far Mike hasn’t done anything to make Richie think this is going to go badly, but he’s insecure, sue him.

“You love me?” Mike asks in awe. Richie goes to shrug then stops and nods shyly. Mike laughs, his heart glowing with happiness. “You know, I think I love you too, baby-doll,” Mike says his happiness escaping in giggles. Richie tilts his head a puzzled expression on his face, “you think?” He asks, unclasping his hands from around Mike’s neck and leaning as far back as he can with his hands on Mike’s broad shoulders.

Mike moves his hands from Richie’s thighs to the small of his back, pushing gently to bring him back in closer, and Richie doesn’t even consider refusing his boyfriends wish. He shakes his head speaking, “sorry, that’s not fair, I took you by surprise-“ Mike covers Richie’s mouth with his hand and he looks up to see a frown on his face but notices his gentle eyes. “Baby, if you don’t stop talking down about yourself, we’re gonna have a problem.”

Richie’s light laugh is muffled by Mikes' hand so he pulls it down and laces their fingers together. “Even when you threaten me you’re sweet, Mikey.” Mike chuckles and presses a kiss to Richie’s lips. He pulls away only far enough to murmur “I love you” between kisses.

Soon they’re not so much as kissing as pressing their smiles together as Mike professes his love over and over. “I love you, baby…I love you…I love you…I love your lips…fuck baby, I love you so much…you’re perfect baby…”

By the time they leave the water they’re shivering and blue. The moon shines brightly in the sky, lighting the footpath back to the clearing holding their friends. They walk in, holding each other tight, to see a bonfire burning and not all of their friends. Only Ben, Bev, and Bill are present, sitting in a half circle around the fire.

“Hey, where’ve you been?” Bill calls softly when they get close enough to hear. “Oh, ya know, just taking a swim,” Richie answers flippantly. “Did you encounter a wild octopus?” Ben teases, “or leeches!” Bev exclaims, and she and Ben laugh and fist bump. Bill chuckles, appraising Richie’s hickey covered neck, the color stark on his pale skin against Mike’s brown arm hanging over his shoulders.

Richie blushes and glances at Mike who’s smirking back at him. He runs a finger over Richie’s sensitive neck causing Richie to shiver. “Nah,” Richie says dazedly, caught in the honey of Mike’s dark eyes, “just a really hot guy that really knows his way around a d—hmph!“ He’s cut off when Mike slams his mouth over his, sucking in his bottom lip. Richie groans into his mouth, immediately hypnotized by his boyfriend. Their friends boo and heckle them but Richie just flips them off, content to enjoy the aggressive way Mike’s tongue is licking into his mouth, his legs turning to jelly until he has to cling to his boyfriend just to stay upright.

Mike pulls away after a moment and whispers “I love you” in Richie’s ear, then nonchalantly turns to ask “Where did Stan and Eddie go?” He struggles to keep a straight face as Richie nuzzles into his neck, nipping at his ear, declaring his love in a distracting whisper. “They had to make curfew,” Bev explains, holding up her phone to show the late time.

“Shit, when did it get so late?” Mike exclaims in surprise. He notices his friends glancing at each other and giggling; “probably sometime between those hickeys and a bj,” Bev cries through laughter, making the boys on either side of her crack up. Richie giggles so Mike pinches his side making Richie laugh harder. Mike looks on fondly at his laughing friends, happy they’re happy, even when they’re teasing him.

Mike can’t help but draw Richie in and kiss him, overwhelmed by how perfect this moment feels. By how in love he is. He hears his friends laugh and go back to their own conversation, ignoring the idiots making out in front of them. Mike draws his kisses out, knowing he’s stringing Richie along and knowing his boyfriend is enjoying every minute of it just as much as he is.

He bites at Richie’s lip earning a small whimper that makes him shiver in pleasure. He plays every trick he’s memorized from all his practice drawing new sounds out of his boyfriend. He keeps going until he can feel Richie’s hard on when he shifts, and that’s when he pulls away.

Richie lets out an embarrassingly needy whine that he tries to stifle by biting into Mike’s neck. He can feel Mike’s chuckle as much as he hears it. He jumps and lets go when Mike pinches his side, “shit!” He yelps. He goes to glare at his boyfriend, who knows he’s ticklish, but when he sees the heat in his eyes all discontent feelings vanish, replaced by a quickly spreading heat that’s melting his insides.

“Let’s get out of here.” Mike murmurs, his voice low and kinda raspy. Richie’s mouth goes dry and his thoughts turn into an incoherent buzz, but his mouth is forming words that babble out of him. “Yeah! Yes, fuck yes! Holy fuck yeah, let’s go…”

he takes Mike’s hand and starts pulling him to the truck they drove in. “Alright guys, we’re gonna bounce,” Richie calls his shoulder as they retreat from the bonfires warmth, “see you later! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Richie calls again as they reach the truck parked second—farthest away.

They faintly hear Bev and Ben bidding them goodnight between giggles, and an amused “beep beep!” from Bill, as they scramble into the front seats, Mike in front of the wheel. “And what do you think we’ll be doing, baby?” Mike asks suggestively and Richie eagerly lists all the dirty things he wants to do for Mike, who smirks as he shifts the car into drive, and turns the car to the road home.

#veganmo #mike hanlon #richie tozier #hanzier #the losers club #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #eddie kaspbrak #stanley uris #it fic #it #it fanfiction #hanzier fic

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sourskittlesberryjuice · 6 years

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Just Hold Me a Bit Tighter - Hanzier

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15313434

Richie almost always had a smile on his face. This was a given fact. Of course, there were certain things that none of them could really smile about. With the exception of that summer, and whenever they discuss it, Richie always wore his trademark shit-eating grin that made his eyes shine.

He always jokes about Eddie’s mother, much to Eddie’s disdain. If Edward Kaspbrak had multiple problems Richie’s jokes about his mother were several of them. Eddie wouldn’t dare admit it, but those jokes helped him at times.

Especially after the ‘gazebo’ discussion. That summer when Eddie had called his mother out on the way she had held him captive in a world of fake medications. Richie may have feigned hurt when Eddie would playfully hit him, but Mike had always seen his eyes glow with almost a smug expression of their own. Richie always knew what he was doing, it seemed.

That theory came back into play after Stan’s Bar Mitzvah. When his father began practically drowning him in religion after the things he had said. Not only had Richie stood proudly and clapped, as he had talked to Stan the night before and tried convincing him to say it, but the teasing about Stan’s religion came in full force.

It definitely helped Stan, to have someone who kept things the same, rather than everyone else who had seemed to become harsher towards Richie and softer towards Stan. Mike saw that look in Richie’s eyes, so he had decided to not interfere with whatever Richie’s true plan was.

Those are just a few examples of the way Richie Tozier had seemed to do things. Everything he did was with a grin that reached his eyes or a smile with eyes that showed something else, that something else always being positive.

Mike noticed this. It was one of the things that had pushed him to say yes when Richie had initially asked him out. It was in stupid pick-up lines and jokes of usual Richie Tozier fashion, but Mike could tell he meant it by the way his eyes shone. They showed caring, fear that Mike would reject him, and if Mike looked close enough, he might almost say that he could see love.

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That love in Richie’s eyes was always there, in whatever they did. No matter what happened to them you could truly see that Richie loved Mike.

Even when they stood at the grave of William Hanlon, roughly a year after his death and their graduation. The end for William and a new beginning for Mike, Richie, and the entire losers club.

Even as they stood, Mike, holding tightly onto Richie and softly crying into his shoulder. Richie wearing a serious expression while keeping his arms around Mike. When Mike stepped back, taking a deep breath to regain his composure as he looked up a bit to meet Richie’s eyes, he saw Richie’s expression soften into a small smile.

His eyes were filled with gentleness, compassion, and love. A look that it seemed only Mike could seem to make him pull off. It was sweet, and Mike couldn’t help but return the smile as he took Richie’s hand- furnished with a silver promise ring supplied by Mike- as they walked back towards the car they had rented for the duration of their stay back in Maine.

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However, there were times, especially as they got older, that the glow in Richie’s eyes wouldn’t be there. The shine of love was always there, which was important, especially after they got married. It was just that happiness that Mike had come to know from his husband wouldn’t be there sometimes.

Mike was okay with that, of course. Richie was allowed to feel negative emotions, though to most people those weren’t a frequent thing for him. What he wasn’t as okay with, was how Richie attempted to hide it.

Stressful, long, late night shifts were what had done Richie in. Richie loved his job, don’t get me wrong, working at an LA radio station not far from him and Mike’s shared apartment was great. However, suddenly there was a lot more than just making playlists and screwing around on air.

When he went from simply a talk show host to owner of the radio station, suddenly things got a lot more complicated. There were bills for the station, and scheduling, and staying on top of everything to make sure that all shows and people and advertisers and sponsors involved with the station were doing well and everything was running smoothly.

Mike was always there for him, and supportive of his decisions, and Richie knew that. Richie, however, didn’t want to put his worries on Mike. That, and he wasn’t all that great with expressing those types of things.

Obviously, suddenly taking on more shifts that nine times out of ten were much longer than he was used to and not properly handling the stress was the best option. At least, that’s what Richie decided. So he didn’t say anything about how he felt. About how stressed he was, about the weight on his chest and the backpack of pressure on his shoulders.

It’s not like he would be a burden to Mike. Mike was always a good listener, he had been for years and Richie was sure that hadn’t changed. It’s not like Mike had a high-stress job, he was simply a librarian downtown. Not that being a librarian doesn’t come with its moments- Wednesday afternoons from three to five PM sounded terrible from what Mike had told him- but most of Mike’s job seemed pretty calm.

To be fair, Richie didn’t exactly need to tell Mike. Mike already had his suspicions. He noticed the lack of shine in Richie’s eyes, though the love was still there when Richie looked at him, of course, he did. But there were other things too.

The heels of Richie’s hands would frequently press on his eyes, he- thought he tried to control it around Mike- had begun to smoke more. He ran his hands through his hair more frequently and more frequently got lost in his own thoughts. The point is, Mike could tell.

So one evening, when Mike had finished making dinner and went to their shared bedroom to get Richie. He wasn’t one-hundred percent surprised when he found Richie curled up on their bed, tears pricking the corners of his eyes that could be seen when he turned his head up to look at Mike.

Richie put on a smile, blinking rapidly as he quickly stood up and pretended that Mike hadn’t seen him the way he was. “What’s cookin’, good lookin’? Whatever it is, it smells great. Can’t wait to eat it.” He spoke quickly, kissing Mike’s temple before attempting to leave the room.

Mike stopped Richie and gave him a fond smile, which soon turned into an expression of concern, “Richie, love, I’m worried about you,” he started off slow, his tone gentle, “what’s going on?”

Richie feigned confusion, his eyes betraying him as they always did by showing surprise that Mike had figured it out, “why whatever do you mean? Nothing to be concerned about, babe. Good old Richie Tozier-Hanlon, same as he always is.” His tone was more casual, shifting his weight to his right while his arms crossed over his chest.

Mike’s expression stayed, his tone growing more worried, “I can see through your ruse. You’re not okay. You don’t have to talk about why I just want to know how to help you.” While more worried, his tone remained gentle. He softly wrapped his arms around Richie, resting his head on Richie’s shoulder, “now answer me honestly this time, please. Can I help you, and if so, how?”

Richie softly sighed, relaxing a bit when Mike wrapped his arms around his waist. Actually, he relaxed quite a lot. He was so busy the past few days that he and Mike hardly had any time together. He guesses he just really needed a hug.

Richie always felt safe in Mike’s arms. His arms were strong, both from years on the farm back in Derry and weekly visits to the gym.

Honestly, it was probably impossible to not feel protected in Mike’s embrace, and that’s most likely why Richie loved it so much. That, and the fact that it was another thing about Mike to love.

Mike feels Richie relax, so he doesn’t move, “Richie? I’d like an answer,” he says softly, pressing a light kiss to Richie’s shoulder.

Richie thinks for a moment, wrapping his own arms around Mike before answering, “just hold me a bit tighter.”

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That was how they ended up on their couch in the living room, eating dinner with Richie proudly sitting in Mike’s lap, and when they had finished, Mike’s arms were back around Richie.

Mike held Richie close, showering him with sweet compliments and at some point moving a hand to gently run through Richie’s unruly, raven-colored curls. Richie’s glasses were taken off and placed on the coffee table, along with the dirty dishes and some assorted papers.

Richie had his head on Mike’s chest, his feet dangling over the edge of the couch as he relaxed under Mike’s touch. Eventually, he fell asleep to Mike’s words. Mike didn’t mind, he kept brushing Richie’s hair with his hand until he fell asleep himself, happy he could help Richie.

#it stephen king #it 2017 #richie tozier #mike hanlon #richie's stressed and mike's a good husband #hanzier #i will go down with this ship #hanzier needs more recognition #fanfiction #fanfic

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tibblss · 6 years

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Part two

Based off of @frostyuris post

“I dare you to look me in the face and tell me richie tozier hasn’t kissed every member of the losers club at least once.”

Read part one here

Also I’m just so happy that people liked it? I was kinda nervous about posting it because I wasn’t sure if anyone would wanna read it, much less want the second part. Thanks for all the love.

(Talk Too Much by COIN, Kiss by Prince, and I Want To Kiss You by Spook School are all like, moods for this fic.) (also I didn’t mean for it to be this long whoops.)

For the next couple of months everything went as normal. School started to get more serious, junior year hitting the losers club hard. Classes weren’t as easy (save for maybe for Stan and Richie), jobs were basically a necessity, there was a lot of studying for the SAT, and it seemed like everyone was busy all the time.

Richie didn’t want to think about how they all needed to move away for college soon, and didn’t want to talk about it. Every time one of the losers brought the subject up he was quick to make a joke and change the topic.

“Richie why don’t you ever wanna talk about college?”

“I don’t know Eds, I’d rather just talk about your mom.”

He wasn’t bitter.

It was around the end of September when Richie kissed Bill. They didn’t talk about it but Richie noticed the look in Bill’s eyes every time Bill looked at Stan. Stan wasn’t oblivious to the heart eyes, just a little scared he was receiving mixed signals.

It was now the end of December and the start of Christmas break. The Losers decided to have a sleepover at Bill’s, since Georgie and their parents decided that they wanted to visit the Grandparents this year. Bill decided to stay home, someone needed to feed the hamster.

A few hours after school ended the losers met up at Bill’s house, one by one, equipped with pillows and blankets and some liquor from Richie and Bev. By the time all of their stuff was in the living room and Can’t Buy Me Love was playing on the TV, Bill and Bev were sipping on some beers that Bev stole from her dad and whispering in hushed voices, casting glances at Stanley. Its a bit ironic that Bill was talking about his crush to his other crush.

By 9:00 everyone was tipsy, splayed over each other in a cuddle pile while they watched Back To The Future, per Mike’s request. It isn’t long before Richie gets antsy and lets out a loud sigh.

“What now?” Comes Eddie’s annoyed voice, accompanied by a chuckle from Stan.

“I’m boooooored.”

“W-well what-t do you w-wan-na do?” Bill asked as he sat up, causing Bev to whine since she no longer could rest her head on his stomach.

Bev sat up too, “Let’s play spin the bottle!” she grinned.

A chorus of grumbles sounded as all of the losers got up and arranged themselves in a circle on the floor. Bev grabbed an empty beer bottle and placed it in the middle and yelled “NOSE GOES.” In an instant everyone had their fingers on the tip of their nose except for Bill, who sighed.

“You guys k-know I’m the s-s-slowest at th-that.” He mumbled as he leaned into the center and spun the bottle.

“Wait guys are we playing the seven minutes in heaven version or just like the kissing version?” Eddie asked as the bottle continued to spin.

“I don’t care, we’ll play the seven minutes version.” Bev replied with a shrug.

The bottle made four full circles before settling between Stan and Richie. Everyone laughed except for Bill, who’s cheeks were beginning to redden. Richie stands up first and pulls Stan to his feet, then crosses the circle and extends a hand to Bill. Bill gulps and gives Richie his hand.

They go to the closet under the stairs, since it has enough room for the three of them, and Stan closes the door.

“We don’t have to do anything Bill.” Bill jumped at the sound of Stan’s voice, and met Stan’s soft smile with a grimace. “You don’t have to kiss either of us.”

Stan turned to Richie, and it may have been the alcohol, or the mood, or the fact that Bill was there, but Stan just needed to kiss somebody, even if that somebody wasn’t Bill. Richie wasn’t bad to look at, he had wild curls and flushed cheeks and a dopey smile on his lips and brightly colored bandages covering the scrapes on his elbows from falling off of his skateboard. So Stan cupped his cheek and brought their lips together, glancing at Bill while they were kissing.

Richie lets his eyes fall shut as Stan kissed him gently, and lets his hands fall to Stan’s slender hips. As he moves his mouth against Stan’s he opens one eye to peek at Bill, who is a lot more flustered than he was when they entered the closet. Then he notices that Stan is also watching Bill, and closes his eyes and kisses Stan harder, bringing one hand up into Stan’s hair. After a couple of minutes they pull apart.

Bill just keeps looking at Stan’s lips, and Stan turns to him and grabs his hand. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Stan whispers, and for a second they forget Richie is there. Bill nods his head and exhales shakily when Stan crowds up into his personal space more than he already was. Bill shivered in anticipation.

Richie could swear he saw literal sparks fly.

As Stan was kissing Bill, Richie came up behind Stan and started to kiss his neck.

Then they were being interrupted by a knock on the door and Bev’s voice yelling, “Please put your pants back on and come back to the living room.” and the ensuing cackles.

By the time February rolled around everybody sorta forgot about the kisses, except for Richie of course. Within the span of half a year he kissed four out of six of his best friends. He still gave Bev little domestic kisses as a greeting and they laugh every time somebody asks if they’re dating.

“Hey, Haystack!” Richie drawls in a southern accent, while slinging his arm around Ben’s shoulders and leaning on him as they walk down the hall, off to physics together.

“Yes, Richie?” Ben sighed. He loved Richie, but he also loved peace and quiet.

“Do you wanna study for the ACT later? It’s less than a month away, y’know.”

“Ugh don’t remind me, my math skills aren’t the best. Yeah, do you wanna meet up at the library after school?” Ben huffed as he sat in his chair at the front of the class, then turning around to stare at Richie as he sat in the seat behind him.

“Only if I get to drive.” Richie grinned toothily. Ben just chuckled and turned around in his seat.

Richie was the only loser who hadn’t had his own car yet, besides Eddie who still only had his permit. Richie was the first to get his license but last to get a car, how ironic. He seized every opportunity to drive that he could.

So after school Richie met Ben at his locker and then they walked, well Richie bounced, out to Ben’s shitty old car. “A shitty car is better than no car.” Richie had once said when Ben was complaining about the quality. Ben had supposed Rich was right.

Richie drove fast and wild on the short drive to the library, Ben swearing and yelling at him the whole time.

“Rich, you’re driving is too wild.”

“Yeah but did you die?”

“Shut up.”

Once they walk into the library Ben greets the librarian, and they go to Ben’s favorite spot in the library: a quiet little corner that has a couch and a table with a couple of chairs, nothing too noteworthy but it’s tucked away and no one would disturb them there. Ben took his study time very seriously.

Richie laid his backpack down on the shag rug and then sat down next to it with his legs crossed, beginning to pull out his ACT prep book and his walkman, so that they could at least faintly hear some music. Richie had a mixtape playing and She Came In Through the Bathroom Window by The Beatles played quietly through Richie’s beat up headphones.

“So you wanted to study for math first right? We can go over strategy and then do a couple of practice quizzes.” Richie asked as he shifted, sprawling out over the rug. Ben nodded his head and sat down in front of Richie, laying his notebook and pen in his lap.

Richie started talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking and talking-

“Ben are you even paying attention?” Richie snapped as he sat up. “Dude, I’ve been talking about the math section of the ACT for the past five minutes. This isn’t even one I need to study for, I got like a 31 on it.”

“I’m sorry Rich, I can’t really focus right now.” Ben sighed, biting his lip. “Bev kinda... asked me out. We’re going to the Aladdin and out to eat this Friday.”

“Christ, Haystack! That’s great.” Richie yelled, receiving a loud shush from somewhere in the library.

“I’m just like, worried that she’ll kiss me and I won’t be good at it.” Ben whispered, blushing. He’s had his first kiss already, when he was little. He was nine and this girl Jessica, who had wild hair like Richie’s, kissed him while he was sitting on a swing, then ran away and giggled with her friends. He later found out that it was on a dare, which hurt a little bit.

“You could practice on me.” Richie suggests casually, which causes Ben to choke on his breath. Ben hasn’t really thought about kissing a boy, but it can’t be much different than kissing a girl right? So he catches his breath and nods, and moves his notebook and pen to the side with shaky hands.

Richie moves a little closer and looks around to make sure no one could see them, because even if all of the losers were accepting and didn’t care about this kind of stuff, they still lived in Derry. He tilted Ben’s face up with a finger under his chin, and leaned in to close the gap between them. Richie starts off with short, chaste kisses, mumbling “relax” between a couple. The kisses start to linger and elongate, Ben starting to get more into them and kissing back enthusiastically. Ben gasps when Richie darts his tongue out and licks Ben’s lips, letting Richie lick into his mouth.

Richie then pulls away, smiling at Ben. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, Haystack.”

Two months later the losers got their ACT scores back, Richie was very pleased to see that his score was better than his first ACT, getting a composite of 30. Ben got a 26 on the math portion, a 28 overall, and Bev attacked him with kisses. Bev got a 27, Bill got a 26, Eddie got a 28, and Stan got a 32. Everyone was so proud of each other, and now that it was April and rainy and they were all so happy, they blasted music from Bill’s car and danced together in the rain in the Derry High School parking lot. They all looked like idiots, losers if you will. Ben and Bev were holding hands and spinning around and Richie and Stan and Bill were all limbs, having no coordination, and Mike and Eddie actually knew how to dance.

By the end of the school year, Richie almost had enough money saved from working at the Aladdin to buy a car. And by the middle of June he had enough to buy a run-down old pickup truck.

He called Mike and asked if they could hang out at his house for the day, and then called the other losers after Mike said he had the farm to himself anyway. He arrived at Mikes house five minutes later than everyone else, and sat in the driveway in his truck and honked the horn until they came out, smiling and laughing as he made a show of getting out of his truck. “Like what ya see?” He shouted, laughing along as they clapped. He bowed and then jogged up to the porch, giving Bev a chaste kiss, and then getting a hug from Mike.

“I’m so happy you finally got a car, maybe you could stop bumming rides from me now.” Ben laughed, the other losers nodding in agreement. They all went inside and settled into the couches in the living room, watching Star Wars: A New Hope for the 100th time.

Conversation flowed freely, topics about the newest movies at the Aladdin and the new cassettes Richie bought to listen to in his truck were discussed, and then the topic Richie had been avoiding for the past year of school came up: College. College meant moving away, going different directions, different paths and places and people. College meant forgetting. He didn’t want to think about the other losers leaving him behind, forgetting him and all the things they’ve gone through together, from bullies to the ACT to kisses. All of it had been with them.

“I dunno, Stanny, Ivy league schools are expensive aren’t they?” Eddie asked with a crease in his brow.

“Well yeah but Stan the Man, Jew with a Plan is gonna be rich one day, eh?” Richie said, patting Stan on the thigh. “He’ll be able to pay it off.”

“Yeah, Eddie, I’ll be able to pay it off.” Stan laughed. “In 20 years. I don’t know where I wanna go, I still have time to decide though. With my ACT score I could get into basically anywhere.” He said with a smile.

“F-fuck y-yeah you can, babe.” Bill said as he placed a kiss on Stan’s cheek, pulling Stan closer into his side.

The college talk went on for a little bit, eventually Richie got sick of it and pushed himself off of the couch, mumbling a half-assed “I need a smoke.” He sat himself on the front porch and pulled a cigarette and lighter from the pocket of his flannel.

“You know I don’t like when you smoke.” Eddie said in a sarcastic tone as he sat next to Richie on the old wooden stairs and laid his head on Richie’s shoulder. “All the college talk makes me sad too.” He sighed in a small voice. “I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it.”

A long pause ensued, Richie taking a few drags of his cigarette.

“Eds, do you wanna get out of here? I know you like stargazing, and it’s really clear out and I feel like going for a drive now that I can because I got my tr-”

“Yeah sure.” Eddie laughed, cutting Richie off. “Lemme go fill up a thermos with tea and grab a couple blankets. I’ll tell the others we’ll be back soon.”

Richie flashed him a smile and started walking to his truck. He started his truck and found his favorite cassette, Abbey Road by The Beatles. Once Eddie was buckled in the passenger seat, blanket and thermos snug in his lap, Richie tore out of the driveway. At this point Eddie had been in a car with Richie driving too many times to be phased, he just made himself comfy and asked, “Where are we going, Rich?”

“Oh, I know a spot. It’s really quiet and it pretty clear from lights and stuff, so we’ll be able to see the sky pretty clearly.” Richie said as he glanced at him, shooting him a crooked smile. Richie stuck his hand out as an invitation, and Eddie took it and laced their fingers together, letting their hands rest near his thigh. Richie rubbed his thumb lazily against the back of Eddie’s hand, giving Eddie butterflies.

They drove on some back roads for a while, some unpaved, and came to a stop once they were in the middle of a clearing, giving them a fantastic view of the stars. They clambered out, leaving the doors open so that they could hear the music, on Richie’s insistence.

“Chee, there’s gonna be a bunch of bugs inside later.” Eddie whined.

“It’ll be fine.” Richie chuckled.

They put both of the blankets down in the bed of the truck, hoping that it’d add some cushioning, and then climbed in, Eddie lying next to Richie with their hands intertwined in the space between them.

“That one is Cassiopeia.” Eddie mumbled, pointing out the constellation with his free hand.

“What’s it named after?” Richie asked, looking at Eddie instead of the sky.

“It’s um, a queen in Greek Mythology. She was supposed to be incredibly vain.” He said as he turned his head to look at Richie, turning back to the sky when they met eyes.

“And that one is The Seven sisters, also named after Greek Mythology. They’re supposed to represent the daughters of a titan who held up the sky.”

“How do you know all of this stuff, Eds?” Richie asked, letting go of Eddie’s hand and rolling onto his stomach, supporting himself on his elbows.

“I dunno, I’m just in love with the sky I guess. You can kind of see the outline of our galaxy, where it shifts from the Milky Way into the rest of space. You see where the stars are more concentrated?” He asks, not waiting for Richie’s reply. “Well I guess that’s where we are. All the stars in the Milky Way are in that strip of concentration.”

“Your freckles remind me of a galaxy, a bunch of your own personal constellations.” Eddie whispers as he lets his fingers drift across the bridge of Richie’s nose. Richie thinks about when Mike traced his freckles.

Richie let’s his eyes fall shut, let’s himself feel and hear. He can hear Eddie’s breath, and the sound of crickets chirping, and the music flowing from the cab of his truck. The melody of The Beatles’ Something, gliding into the night air.

“Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover. Something in the way she woos me.”

Richie opens his eyes when he feels Eddie shift, feels his breath closer. Eddie reaches a hand up and gently takes Richie’s glasses off, then caresses the side of Richie’s face.

“Can I kiss you, Chee?” Eddie asks in a whisper, lips barely an inch away from Richie’s.

“Somewhere in her smile she knows that I don’t need no other lover. Something in her style that shows me.”

Richie shakily laughs, and nods his head. Then there’s a pair of soft, warm lips on his and a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in. He leans over Eddie further, until Eddie is lying flat on his back and Richie is hovering over him. They kiss slowly, lips moving languidly. Eddie has a hand in Richie’s hair and he’s playing with the wild ringlets of curls, and Richie is rubbing circles into Eddie’s hip with his thumb.

The song ends and transitions into Maxwell’s Silver Hammer, and Richie pulls away and laughs. “Sorry Eds. It’s just a funny song.”

“You find the anything funny, Richie.” Eddie laughs.

Wowwwwwwww that was really long. like 3.1k words long.

I didn’t intend for it to be that long whoops. But anyways I just wanted to say thanks for like, actually reading this. I’ve gotten so much love from this and I appreciate it so much.

I might do a hanzier au so if you wanna be tagged in that lmk.

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gucci-reddie · 6 years

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richie was mint. sharp, but sweet too. tempting, just like the candy canes hung on the tree, topped by a star. some people liked mint, others didn’t.

mike was a golden apple. rare. sweet, refreshing and crispy. sparkling like a star. a cloud of cinnamon and nutmeg, sugar sprinkled on top. some adore apples, others aren’t so keen.

some say mint doesn’t really go with apple. some disagree.

their love was an explosion of passion, stars blinding, richie dizzied him. blinding, a horse who cannot be tamed. a burning building of passion, their teeth ache with the yearning of young love.

their love was soft. stars twinkling cheerily in the sky. mike soothed him. silky soft sheets, kisses pressed firmly against the neck.

their love was forbidden. shunned upon by the town of derry. quietly disapproving glares, open spurts of rage.

they didn’t care. the stars shone for them. they could rule the world, their love was special.

their love was a supernova. a star as bright as love itself. but, as they say: the brighter the star, the shorter it’s lifespan.

#richie tozier #mike hanlon #it 2017 #it fanfiction #hanzier #richie x mike #you'll float q

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fairyling · 6 years

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mismatched // part 5

summary: everyone has marks on their body that match their soulmate. stan doesn’t belive that there’s someone out there to complete him while richie dates people left and right in hopes of finding the person to finish his life.

a/n: this chapter is going to be a bit angsty so beware !! please tell me what you think and send me messages to let me know where you want this to go!!

word count: 1866

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 // part 6 // part 7 // part 8

“Why don’t you ever let me talk?”

“All you ever do is talk!”

“That isn’t fucking true, Stanley.”

“Yeah? When was the last time you shut up for more than five minutes?”

“I don’t-- The doesn’t fucking matter.”

“You’re the one saying that it isn’t true.”

“Because it isn’t! All you fucking do is lie!”

The fake soulmark had worked for about a week. Richie realized it was fake when he was leaving a hickey on Stan’s neck and he got careless. So caught up in the moment, Stan had forgotten about it and Richie had smeared it away. The boy quickly pulled away and shoved Stan, unable to believe that he was lied to like this. Currently Stan was seated on the bed with messy hair and an unbuttoned shirt while Richie stood by the door with a defeated look on his face.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because you believe this shit!”

“That’s all it is to you? Shit?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yes! You know how much I care about this.”

“You don’t need someone to complete you. It’s bullshit.”

“You’re bullshit.”

“Do you really need a mark to tell you if you should be with someone?”

“I don’t want to be here right now.”

“So what? Is that it? A mark is the end of all of this? You don’t love--”

“I don’t love you.”

With that Richie left Stan’s room. It wasn’t that Stan loved Richie. He wasn’t sure what he felt for the other boy, but watching him leave crushed Stan. The boy groaned and got up to fix himself in the bathroom. Quickly, he scrubbed the fake soulmark off his skin so much that he started to bleed. Once it was gone, he fixed his hair and his shirt. It wasn’t until everything was back in order that Stan broke down. He muffled his cries by turning on the shower, hoping that maybe if he washed Richie from his skin he’d feel better. The last thing Stan needed was his mother coming to try and find out why he was crying. After Stan showered, he changed the sheets on his bed in an attempt to rid his room of anything Richie related.

Mike wasn’t expecting any visitors, but here Richie was on his doorstep. He looked the other up and down with a bit of confusion, but let Richie into his house anyway. His mother saw the guest and asked Richie if he was hungry to which the boy shook his head. Not only was it weird that Richie wasn’t talking, but it also struck Mike as weird that the boy hadn’t jumped on the offer of food. It seemed like nothing could ever fill him. On top of all of that, Mike thought it was bizarre that Richie looked messier than usual. If he looked closely enough he could see tearstains on the other’s face and he wondered if he should ask.

“Did you finish your chores today?”

“I still have to cut wood for the woodstove.”

“Do you need help?”

“I never turn down help, Rich.”

With that Mike led the way out of his house and to the yard. There were logs stacked beside the shed and together the boys carried all that they could to the cutting block. While one cut wood, the other would carry more over. They would switch when they got tired of the job they were on. A comfortable silence fell over the pair as they worked and Mike wondered if this is how the night would go. Just as he was starting to accept that perhaps Richie didn’t want to talk about the events the lead him here, the silence was broken between the two.

“Do you have a soulmark?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“What would you do if the person you thought you loved didn’t have the same soulmark as you? What would you do if you didn’t love the person who had your soulmark?”

“I never thought about it.”

“Well, think about it.”

A new silence fell over the two and now Mike began to wonder what exactly happened. He didn’t ask, though. Instead Mike thought about the question at hand. He didn’t know who had a soulmark that matched his. It was often hidden because of it’s placement on his hip, but Mike wasn’t really searching for his soulmate yet either. He figured that they would reveal themselves when the time was right. Who was he to rush fate?

“I think I would first try to figure out what I consider love and really think about how I felt about each person.”

“I don’t know how I feel anymore. Stan lied to me. I don’t want to be with a liar, but everything feels so right when I’m with him.”

“Have you ever been with the person with your soulmark?”

“Not in that way.”

“If you and Stan are no longer together, why don’t you see how you feel with them?”

“I don’t-- I guess it’s worth a try.”

“Tell me how it goes, yeah?”

“Trust me, you’ll find out.”

Although Richie’s response was cryptic, Mike decided to let it be. As ridiculous as Richie could be, he knew that he was thinking a lot about this. Mike was confident that it would all end up okay. The losers had all been through enough as is. If they could handle a child-eating clown then they could handle all of this soulmate stuff. It would all work itself out.

Two days after Stan and Richie broke up, Bill had another movie night. He hadn’t expected either of the boys to show, but they both seemed determined to make sure that things weren’t awkward. While Bill admired their stubborness, it was growing tiring for the rest of the losers. Eddie even begged Bill to only invite Richie because he couldn’t handle Stan’s staring or Richie’s snide comments. Bill simply responded by telling him that everyone was always invited. He was growing tired of it all, though, as well. Hopefully they’d be over it soon.

Beverly had picked the movie tonight and Bill was in the kitchen making popcorn while she queued up Bourne Legacy. Eddie was sitting in the recliner in Bill’s living room, asking Beverly why they couldn’t watch Spirited Away. She only laughed and told Eddie that he didn’t have to watch it. Eddie rolled his eyes, but Beverly promised that next time it was her turn she’d bring it. A silence fell over the two until Richie burst through the door. Eddie looked up to see him walk in, a fond smile falling onto his lips until his eyes fell on the mark on Richie’s collarbone.

He knew that Richie’s soulmark hadn’t come in, yet and deep down he knew that his own had yet to show as well. Part of him always hoped that Richie would develop a soulmark to match whatever he developed for himself. It was a hard thing for Eddie to admit to himself and it was even harder for him to admit that his stomach filled with jealousy when Richie and Stan got together. It was no easier for him to see a soulmark glaring out at him that already belonged to something else. Eddie wanted to say something, but his words failed him. Luckily, Richie was speaking before anyone else had a chance.

“Molly Ringwald! What are you making us watch tonight?”

“Bourne Legacy.”

“Fucking stellar, dude.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, throwing the pillow that was in his lap on the ground as he went into the kitchen to steal some candy before Bill and Ben brought it out. He knew that whatever happened next he didn’t want to see. He also knew that the other boys wouldn’t want to see it either, so perhaps it was best to warn them.

“How the fuck did you burn popcorn?”

“I hit the popcorn button on the microwave.”

“Don’t you know that that feature only burns it?”

“Typically I don’t make the popcorn.”

“I see why.”

Bill sat near the skittles while Eddie and Ben argued over the popcorn. Only one package got burnt, but there was clearly something else frustrating the smaller boy. Bill thought about asking Eddie what was wrong, but he was too tired from dealing with the bickering from Stan and Richie. Maybe they all needed a break from each other.

“I’ll m-make more.”

“No, let me make it.”

With Richie seated beside Beverly, he waited for her to look at him. He was cracking jokes left and right and utilizing all of his voices in an attempt to get her to so much as glance at him. Eventually, he grew tired of trying to get her attention. Richie put his hands behind him on the floor and moved so he was leaning back on them. Just as he was about to give up, Beverly turned to face him and her eyes fell on his soulmark.

At first, Stan said he wasn’t going to come to the movie night. Being around Richie was exhausting. He had gotten so handsy with Eddie when they watched movies together and as much as Stan complained about Richie’s constant blabbering, he missed the trashmouth. He would never admit it, but he missed Richie. Still, Stan had no idea how he could fix this.

Mike had convinced him to come to the movie, though. It was while they were watching birds in Mike’s backyard. The pair was eating apples while Stan identified different birds by their songs when Mike told him that movie nights weren’t the same if all the losers weren’t there. He offered to let Stan sit with him again like they sat together last time and he agreed.

The continued watching birds until the sun started to set and Mike said they’d be late to the movie if they didn’t leave soon. Reluctantly, Stan agreed and he got up from the log. Mike had his hand out to help the other boy and when Stan grabbed his hand he could have sworn that he felt electricity. For a moment, he wondered what Stan’s soulmark was.

“O-okay. Does anyone k-know where Stan and M-mike are?”

“Let’s wait for them. Let’s wait in here.”

“Why do you want to wait in here, Eddie?”

“Because.”

Ben and Bill both shot Eddie a weird look before exchanging their own glances. Something was clearly going on and now Bill was certain he had to get to the bottom of it. Bill grabbed some of the bowls from the counter and Ben followed suit, ignoring Eddie’s attempts to get them to stay in the kitchen. Eddie stayed in the kitchen and he heard a bowl hit the ground, candy spilling everywhere, at the same time that he heard the front door opening.

“What are we-- What the fuck?” Stan’s voice rang through the house. Eddie ran a hand through his hair and walked out into the living room only to see what he knew was waiting for him. Richie had his hands in Beverly’s hair while she sat on his lap. Both of them had a cigarette etched into their collarbone that seemed to taunt Eddie.

#stan uris #stanley uris #richie tozier #mike hanlon #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #bev marsh #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #hanzier #stozier #beverie #it #it 2017 #it fanfiction #stanlon #mine.#mismatched

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eddieeatsass · 5 years

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Catagory A: #2. Next Door Neighbors and #30 for catagory B; Hanzier?

Next Door Neighbors + Suddenly Flustered Because of a Particular Outfit from this prompt list

Richie Tozier had twig arms; this was just a fact. You don’t grow into a beanpole and not have the appendages to match. Richie had accepted long ago that he was just going to be a lanky, kinda awkward looking guy. He’d made peace with it, especially when he realized that girls kinda have a thing for guys over six feet.

However, what he couldn’t accept was that he was no longer able to pick up his 5 year old cousin, who’s favorite place to be was alongside Richie. The last time he’d visited her, he’d tried to lift her up into the air to play airplane, and had nearly dropped her in the process. He decided in that moment that he’d start working out.

Which brought him to the present day, trudging down the hall of his apartment building that led to the gym. When he’d applied for the apartment, its gym wasn’t one of the selling points Richie had focused on. Now, however, he was glad he didn’t have to waste money on a gym membership he’d probably forget about in a month.

He pulled the large double doors open to find a seemingly empty room, smaller than he’d expected but still generously packed with equipment. As he entered, he heard the faint sounds of clanking metal and heavy breathing. The only kind of heavy breathing Richie was used to hearing was after sex, or when he had to run to catch a bus and his lungs threatened to give out.

This breathing was calculated though, gruff, if breathing could even be such a thing. Richie followed it to the back of the gym, turning a corner to find himself right next to the man in question.

Surprising to Richie, he actually knew the guy. He was Richie’s next door neighbor, renting the apartment directly to the left of Richie’s. The man had always been a great neighbor; he never played his music too loud, or had late nights where he talked loudly with his friends. He always smiled kindly at Richie when they passed by one another, or gave him a curt nod on the mornings when they were both leaving for work at the same time, bleary eyed and still half asleep.

He looked different this time though, his usual business appropriate attire switched out for gym clothes. He wore a pair of nylon black shorts, tiny enough to show off the curves of his defined thigh muscles. Richie allowed himself a moment to appreciate them before moving higher. On his top he was wearing a low scooping tank top, the arms and neckline of which seemed to be stretched purposefully wide to bring attention to his toned torso and muscled arms, which were lifting barbels bigger than Richie’s head. The view was a dream, and it left Richie more flustered than he’d like to admit.

“Uh... hi?” He heard a deep voice say.

Richie snapped out of his trance, suddenly very aware of how creepy he looked standing in a near-empty gym, staring at the only other guy there.

“Hi! Uh- I’m neighbor, your Richie! I mean, Richie, your neighbor. Unless you want me to be your Richie, in which case, please give me the dignity of trying this again.”

There was a pregnant pause between Richie’s rambles ending and the man reacting, but once he did Richie let out a relieved sigh.

The man’s laughter was warm, unrestrained and all encompassing. It made Richie feel like he might melt into the floor.

“Yeah, I recall that face of yours greeting me on early mornings.” Mike responded.

“Yeah, that’s me! That’s my face!” Richie said excitedly. “I, haven’t actually seen you around the last few months. It seemed like we had almost the same schedule for a while.”

“Yeah,” the man started hesitantly, lowering his barbels to the floor. “Uh, I got fired actually.” He chuckled awkwardly, lifting a hand to the back of his neck and rubbing it.

“Fuck, oh wow I’m so sorry. I have a tendency of putting my foot in my mouth, but it usually doesn’t happen this early in conversation.” Richie tried to apologize, the awkwardness seeping into his own tone.

“No, it’s okay, really. The place I was working wasn’t really my scene anyway. Too many stuffy business men that cringe at the mere mention of liberal politics. Not exactly the ideal place for a gay black man to spend his adult life. Besides, I’ve got a better gig now, I’m DJing part-time at a friend’s club.”

Richie’s eyes lit up. Okay, so this guy was openly gay, confident enough to mention it to a near stranger, and he was a DJ. Richie was swooning so hard he thought he might fall over.

“Wow, shit, I’m going into detail about my job history and I haven’t even officially introduced myself. I’m so sorry- I’m Mike.” Mike extended a hand, a kind smile gracing his lips.

When Richie shook his hand he wasn’t able to miss the stir in his stomach.

“By the way, have I ever thanked you for being such a considerate neighbor? I mean, I’ve lived in a lot of places and there’s usually at least one thing you can find to hate your neighbors for. You’re always so quiet, it’s like I live next to a ghost sometimes.” Richie was scraping the bottom of the barrel for topics to talk about, but now that he had Mike actually conversing with him, he couldn’t let it stop.

“Trust me, I've also had my fair share of terrible neighbors, that’s why I try to not be one. I’m glad to hear I’m doing a good job.” Mike chuckled.

Richie looked down, suddenly rethinking every time he’d ever possibly been loud in his apartment. Was he one of the bad neighbors? Was he part of the fair share?

“Don’t worry, you’re pretty considerate too.” Mike commented, sensing Richie’s panic. “The only time I ever hear you is when you’re playing Cher in the morning, and I can’t even be mad at it because I do believe in life after love.”

Richie’s face faded into embarrassment, only quelled by the smile Mike was giving him.

“And with that mortification, I should probably let you get back to your workout...” Richie gestured towards Mike’s abandoned barbells.

“I’m never bothered by a cute guy interrupting my workout.” Mike responded smoothly.

Richie felt like everything inside him stopped all at once, a stall in the system for only a moment, but long enough to make his heart skip. He sputtered for a response before Mike too over.

“Not to assume you’re into guys, but I’ve got to shoot my shot here. Would you let me take you out sometime?”

Richie malfunction, completely and totally shutting down. Without another word he turned on his feet and fled the room, running the entire 14 flights of stairs to his apartment for fear that if he stopped for even a moment, Mike would be right behind him.

He slammed his apartment door closed, locking it for good measure and sinking to the ground before erupting into a breathless fit of giggles.

Once he calmed down, he allowed himself to think up a plan. Running away after someone asked you out probably didn’t send the best message, but he’d been overwhelmed, okay? Now it was time for damage control... and hopefully time to secure a date.

He paced around his apartment all night, too hyped up from the butterflies of a new crush to notice the hours trickling away. It wasn’t until he heard music filtering through the walls that he looked to the clock on his dresser.

It was 5:45am, and the familiar sound of Cher’s ‘Believe’ was coming from Mike’s apartment.

His excitement grew tenfold as he grabbed the note he’d written at some point during the night, and exited his apartment. He walked the few steps over to Mike’s door and slipped the note underneath, knocking on the wood quickly before sprinting back into his own apartment.

The music stopped along with Richie’s heart, and he waited a few agonizing minutes before his cellphone chirped.

He opened the text from an unknown number, reading it over three times before throwing his phone to his couch and yelling triumphantly, admittedly much too loudly for 6:00am.

After he’d gotten it out of his system he walked back over to the couch, curling up on the cushions and reading the text over and over again until he fell asleep.

Pick you up at 7:00. :) - Mike

#hanzier #mike hanlon #richie tozier #hanzier fluff #hanzier prompt #hanzier fanfic #hanzier fanfiction #my posts #my writing #ask

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