IT Imagines

Bisexual Bros (Richie)

3rd Person POV (MOVIE) (please don't get mad at me for making Richie bi)

"You two are leaving again?" Eddie flips a page of the comic book, watching from the corner of his eye that Richie and Y/N are indeed leaving the club house. Both kids turn their heads quickly to stare back at Eddie, who doesn't know their secret, but they can never be too careful.

"Why would you care, Eds, nobody wants to play video games with us anyways," Richie says back, pushing open the trapdoor and climbing up the ladder.

Y/N follows, "don't take it personally."

As soon as Y/N exits the underground house, Richie slams the door closed and lets out a frustrated sigh. He could hear everyone in the club house start talking about where he and Y/N would be sneaking off too. They don't need to know.

Richie waits until he is far enough away from the trapdoor to start talking to Y/N. "We should look at cute people at the mall today."

Y/N's claps her hands, "oh, yes, I remember seeing this cute girl there last week when I was with my mom, I really hope she is there today."

"I'll buy drinks if you pay for our meal," Richie points finger guns at Y/N, who send them right back to him. "Damn, I'm too bisexual for my own good."

"Say that to my cuffed jeans, Loser."

"You know I would cuff my jeans if I was wearing some!"

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"Fuck, he is hot," Y/N says in direction of the guy in the Blockbuster. "Richie, you can't keep calling dibs on all the hot guys at the mall. I need someone to call dibs on!"

He crosses his arms over his chest. "Alright, go ahead and call dibs on the next person. I see a girl near the fountain, a guy eating a churro, and someone who looks like Eddie's Mom." Richie smacks the side of Y/N's arm and points at some lady in the food court. She does kind of look like Eddie's Mom.

Y/N takes the time to look around the mall, and there is nobody . . . nobody that looks hot. Nobody except Richie.

"Well," Y/N gulps, "there is this guy with thick rimmed glasses and an oversized button up I see." Richie continues to look around the mall, not being able to see this guy Y/N called dibs on. "You're such an idiot, Tozier."

"What do you mean? I want to look at this hot you found and I can't even see him!" Richie gives up looking for the guy around the mall and turns back to face Y/N. There is no going back now.

Y/N sighs and shakes her head. She points across the mall to their reflection, showing Richie the "hot guy" at the mall.

"Wait, I have thick rimmed glasses and oversized shirts on!" Richie turns around to face Y/N again, and she has a sheepish look on her face. "How fucking dare you call dibs on me, I called dibs on you first!"

"When was that, Trashmouth?" Y/N tries to keep up with the suddenness of everything. She admitted her feelings, he didn't deny his own feelings, and now they are screaming at each other in the middle of a mall about who called dibs on who first.

"The last time we were here I said called dibs on the girl wearing the blue striped shirt and butterfly clip in her hair. Do you know who was wearing a blue striped shirt and a butterfly clip in her hair? You were!" Richie makes a small screaming noise, then sits down on one of the empty benches with his head in his hands.

Y/N slowly sits down next to Richie. "That's why I didn't see girl you were looking at. I couldn't find the girl, so I pretended I did and kept playing our game."

Richie sits back on the bench, "now that we've confessed to each other, let's go back to my place and make out." The eyes in Y/N's head have never bugged out so big before. Sure, they've joked about making out with each other, but this isn't Richie joking right now. This is him being a horny bitch.

The two don't waste anytime going to Richie's house. Both of them know for a fact his parents won't be home, so they take this as an opportunity to be alone with each other.

"Ok," Richie says as he throws open his bedroom door, "I didn't think this would happen today, so please ignore the mess." He runs over to a pile of dirty laundry, pushing it all under his bed. "I mean, this isn't perfect, but it works."

Y/N makes the first move by grabbing Richie by the shoulders and spinning him around to face her. "Not so dominant are we, Richie?"

He gulps.

The two of them fall back on his bed with Richie sitting on the edge of the bed and Y/N on top of him. Y/N places small kisses along Richie's face, barely crossing his lips. Richie wasn't having it, though, he pulls away completely and smashes his own lips in to Y/N's lips.

"Oh fuck," Richie whispers as soon as he feels Y/N's mouth on his neck. She pulls away from him for a second and smirks.

Y/N found his sweet spot, which is total black mail for sure.