pretty boy: finn wolfhard

richie tozier: thighs

tw: insecurity and richie being richie

n/n - nickname

this chapter has the topic of insecurity. and before we begin, i just want you all to know that you are beautiful just the way you are. don't strive to be like other people, because you being yourself makes you so unique <3

richie was over at y/n's house. both were just laying around her room, watching television and reading comics.

it had been around 30 minutes since the two have moved from their "comfortable" spots.

y/n was slouched against her bed while richie was upside down on her bed.

richie groans, "my back hurts."

y/n scoffs with a laugh, "you said you were comfortable up there."

he rolled his eyes, "well not anymore," he gets up and faces her, "come up here, let's cuddle."

"alright," the girl shrugs and lays down next to him.

the two stayed like that for a while.

that was until richie groaned again.

"what now?"

"i'm hungry," he whines.

"okay."

"okay?" he sits up and gives her a look, "okay??"

"yeah, okay?" she returns the look, "what?"

"could you get me some food, please?" he begs.

"no."

"oh, come on! please?" his big bug eyes looking at hers.

she playfully rolls her eyes, "again, no. you know your way around this house. you've been here a million times. you know what's in the fridge too."

"ugh," he rises from the bed, "fine. need anything?"

"just water, please," richie nods as he leaves.

a few minutes later, he returns with 2 slices of pizza and 2 cups of water.

the two then begin to snack and joke around, a few insults thrown here and there.

after that, richie asked, "hey, could i lay on your lap?"

"sure," y/n replied without a thought, her mind in a trance.

but y/n was snapped out of her trance when richie's head made contact with her lap.

"uh, richie?" he hums, "could you- could you probably not lay on my lap?" richie looks up at her before sitting back up, "what's wrong? did i do something? i'm sorry-"

"-no, no, rich. you didn't do anything," she stops him, "i just don't like how it feels."

"what do you mean? with my head on your lap?"

"mhm," she nods, "i don't like how they are and it felt pretty embarrassing when you laid on it," she shamefully says as she averts her gaze away from him.

richie gently grabs her hands and caresses the back of it, "n/n, i'm sorry you felt that way. i won't lay on your lap anymore if it makes you uncomfortable. but did i hear that right? you don't like how they are?"

"yeah."

"but why?" he questions her.

she sighs, "they just look ugly. they're fat and they have so many stretch marks. that's just unpleasing to look at and i hate them, other people think so too."

richie shakes his head, "no, no, no. don't you dare say that. you are beautiful, and so are your thighs."

"and if i'm going to be honest, i fucking love your thighs."

the two burst out laughing at the boy's statement.

richie stops laughing, a serious expression now displayed on his face, "but i'm being for real, you shouldn't hate yourself just because others may hate them. the way you see and love yourself should be coming from you only, not them."

hey everyone! just a little side note: this will be my last update for now because i'm starting school tomorrow. (i am so sorry this chapter's shit).