" GIRLS "
" if i showed you my flaws, if i couldn't be strong - tell me honestly, would you still love me the same? "
TRIGGER WARNING!
very, very, VERY foul things are said at one point. but i do not support them in any way nor do i support the character that speaks them. pls do not cancel me :( i felt terrible writing it if it helps in any way
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eddie was putting his stuff away inide his locker when he heard a soft snicker coming from behind him. he turned round hesitantly and saw that the owner of the voice was the infamous greta keene. the biggest bitch in school, the master of emotional manipulation; a fact that'll be proven shortly.
"what do you want?" eddie rolled his eyes, thinking he'd easily get out of the conversation.
"oh, nothing." she smirked. "i just couldn't help but notice... you're trashmouth tozier's little love monkey now." eddie blushed. yes, he had been with richie for almost two weeks now but he didn't understand why that was of any interest to greta.
"the fuck do you care? got a crush on him or something?" eddie spat, closing his locker with a pretty loud thud.
greta snorted at the implication. "not even in my wildest, dirtiest dreams, kaspbrak." she said. "but you know," she said, walking closer to eddie as she placed one hand on the lockers, practically blocking eddie's left side. "we both know that wouldn't be such a problem for him."
eddie's blood went cold, all of the sudden. "wh-what are you talking about?" he stammered although he had a pretty good idea of what she meant.
greta chuckled, knowing she was havig the effect she wanted. "oh kaspbrak, i'm sure you're aware by now that your boyfriend goes both ways, if you know what i mean."
eddie scoffed. "i think the term you're so actively avoiding is bisexual. don't be scared of the word, greta." he narrowed his eyes at the bully, acting more confident than he actually was.
"okay, calm down princess." she colded him, approaching him a little bit more. their chests were almost touching and eddie didn't like it at all. "you should know that i'm only stating the facts here. i mean... for all you know, he could easily leave you for a girl if he wanted to." eddie shifted uncomfortably in his spot. "just think about it. we got tits to squeeze." she pressed her breasts against eddie's chest. he stopped breathing altogether. "we got a clit, very practical if you ask me. you rub it for a while and it makes us jizz all over the place but of course, you wouldn't know. easier to make someone cum like that than just jerking off a huge, sticky penis." she said, almost sounding disgusted. eddie wanted to throw up. knowing that she was making him feel like shit, greta smiled. "also, not that it matters but... the dirty talk is so much better coming from a girl, kaspbrak. when boys talk dirty to you it feels like a 40 year old man is corrupting you. you should ask trashmouth tozier if that's how it feels every time you guys do it."
eddie couldn't speak, nor could he breathe. it was too much. all of the sudden, he didn't like himself anymore. he loathed himself.
greta pulled away from him, let out a small giggle and walked away.
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"richie, would you dump me for a girl?" eddie blurted out in the middle of their movie night, that same night as a matter of fact.
that question took richie by surprise, to say the least. he grabbed the remote control and paused the movie before turning towards his boyfriend.
"what?"
eddie shrugged. "you heard me." richie didn't say a word which made eddie think the worst but he kept talking anyway. "you know... i'm not a girl, i dont have tits to squeeze, i don't have a clit that makes you jizz all over the place and girls sure don't sound like a 40 year old man when they talk dirt-"
"okay, stop, stop, stop it!" richie exclaimed. eddie was just actively listing all the things greta had said to him and that he hadn't been able to shake from his mind. and richie kmew immediately that those were someone else's words. "what the fuck are you talking about? who told you that?"
eddie huffed, feeling his eyes welling up with tears. "nobody, forget it."
"eddie kaspbrak." richie said and eddie almost flinched at the use of his actual name. "who said that stuff to you?" eddie hugged his legs, he didn't want to answer. "eddie i'm not stupid, i know you didn't come up with all of that so just tell me-"
"greta keene, okay?! greta keene did it!" eddie exclaimed, feeling a couple tears break free. "and you know what?! maybe she's right! i don't have all that stuff, don't i? plus, you've been talking about banging girls practically since the fucking beggining of time so it can't be too hard to swich from me to some hot, tall blonde chick that can be worth your time!"
for once, richie didn't know what to say. not even at his absolute worst, had ever seen eddie like that. and richie had seen him at very fucked times that weren't worth recalling. richie felt hurt. genuinely hurt that eddie would ever think like that of him.
of course, his silence didn't go unnoticed to eddie who had decided to believe that it meant that he was right. richie truly would rather be with a girl, a girl could give him things that he couldn't, eddie wasn't good enough because he was a boy. he sighed in defeat, wiping away his much evident tears. "you know what? i'm just gonna go home." he said, his voice broken and strained.
as he got up to leave, he felt a hand tightly gripping his wrist. "you're not going anywhere until we talk about this."
"what's there to talk about?" eddie let out a teary laugh. "i get it-"
"actually, it's been very well established that you don't get it." richie cut him off sternly. he slowly let go of eddie who didn't movie and just watched his boyfriend sit back down on the couch. "come here." eddie hesitated but sat back down on the couch. "not there you idiot, here." he said, gently tapping his own thighs.
eddie bit his bottom lips for a couple seconds but obliged, as he sat down on richie's lap. but he couldn't look at him, so he just looked down as his cheeks turned red.
richie, catching up to that real quick, held eddie's chin with his thumb and index, making him look up. "eds," he murmured, before letting out a little chuckle. "ya know, i was saving these words for a more appropriate moment but fuck it, you asked for it. i love you." for a second, it sounded like his voice had broken.
"richie-"
"no, you let me finish." richie cut him off once again. "when i asked you to be my boyfriend, i didn't just do it as a last resort, i did it because i've been wanting to kiss you since the second grade. and so what if i like girls? i like boys just as much." he said cupping one side of eddie's face with his right hand. eddie, reluctantly, leaned into the touch he had grown to adore so much. "and i have found the most amazing, kind, funny and beautiful boy i could ever imagine." richie murmured placing a kiss on the side of eddie's mouth, being the tease that he was, before bringing his hand up to eddie's scalp, softly rubbing it with his thumb.
eddie didn't know what to say. he was starting to feel the familiar warmth that came with richie's oh so loving touch and for a second he was speechless. but when he opened his mouth, only four words came out.
"i love you too."
richie bit his bottom lip with a smirk. "well, of course you do." he said playfully, earning a little slap on the arm by eddie.
the shorter boy's little smile slightly faded away. "so... am i better than a girl?"
"by a fucking mile, yes!" richie exclaimed, before bringing his head to the crook of his neck and blowing loudly.
eddie let out a yelp. "you asshole!" he laughed uncontrollably. "i hate it when you do that!"
"oh yeah? then why is there a really fucking adorable smile on your face right now?" richie asked as eddie tried to hide it by pressing his lips on a thin line. richie chuckled at that. "i love you so much. no girl could ever make me feel the way i feel about you, baby." he said.
eddie nodded, for once believing what his boyfriend was saying. he sniffled. "greta's such a bitch." he said.
"a big fat bitch indeed." richie agreed. "hey," he said, wrapping his arms around eddie's torso. "don't ever let her get to you again. you're so good eds, you have no idea." he said aa he started kissing eddie's neck slowly and intently.
eddie sighed in content, richie's lips making him feel at home. "okay, i won't. i promise. thanks rich."
"you're welcome, babe." richie mumbled against eddie's skin.
eddie chuckled at how invested he seemed to be. "you don't wanna finish the movie?"
"hell no, not when i'm in make out mode." richie protested.
"then make out with my mouth you dipshit!" eddie laughed.
richie didn't have to be told twice. he removed his face from eddie's neck only to smash his lips against his, washing all of eddie's insecurities with every brush of the lips.
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do you hate me for the things greta said or..?