what are you afraid of? || eddie kaspbrak x reader

TWENTY-SEVEN (FINAL CHAPTER)

Both you and Eddie burst into hysterics at your declaration, your howls of laughter echoing through the entire area and probably waking several grumpy citizens of Derry. Neither of you had ever laughed so hard in your entire life, but just as you seemed to start calming down, Eddie managed to holler, "RICHIE-TWO-INCHIE!" which caused both of you to begin crying (in a good way) again.

"OH- oh my gOD," You gasped for air, tears from laughing so hard streaming down your cheeks. "Richie-two-inchie- I- honestly, I can't breathe-"

"Ugh."

The annoyed huff coming from one of the bushes near the bottom of the hill made you and Eddie both immediately stop laughing as you stared at each other uncertainly, the grins melting off your faces. "Did you-?"

"Yeah, I heard it, too."

Some angry mutters were heard before excessive shushing, and you put a finger to your lips, signaling Eddie to be quiet as he followed you towards where the voices were coming from. Everything had suddenly become completely silent apart from your soft footsteps on the damp grass and Eddie's heavy breathing as you tiptoed down the hill. You were about to turn back and forget about it, until a bush a few feet ahead started rustling and a familiar, "Ow, what the actual fuck, you retard!" was heard.

You cautiously took a step forward then quickly shoved the leaves on the bush to the side, revealing Richie thrashing around and whining, Stan being held back by Bill as he waved his hand around and desperately tried to punch Richie in the face, and the rest of the losers shushing each other violently while still trying to stay quiet. They all stopped abruptly as soon as they saw you and tried to act casual.

"Ohhh, hey, (Y/n)." Beverly smiled. "You're here, too?"

"Definitely didn't expect to see you. Nope. Definitely not. Hehe..." Richie added in with an awkward laugh. Stan fake grinned up at you. "Yeah definitely not..."

"I know you were spying on us, dipshits."

The fake smiles dropped off all of their faces and the losers turned to Richie with a scowl. Stan whacked the back of his head annoyedly. "See, Richie! It's all your fucking fault! You couldn't just shut your stupid mouth for once!"

"Excuse me?" Richie snapped back. "This is my fault?"

"Yeah, it is!"

"How the fuck is it my fault? You're the one who was crying like a fucking baby like, 'Ohh, ow, what the actual fuck, you retard, that hurt, ohhhh!'" Richie made his voice high-pitched and whiny, cracking slightly in an attempt to mock Stan.

"Okay, one, I was not crying. And two, you bit my hand! What do you expect me to do?"

"What do you expect me to do? You were covering my mouth like a fucking kidnapper you dumbass-"

"Uh, guys? Are you gonna leave, or..." Eddie quietly piped up from behind you. Richie raised his eyebrows and turned to the smaller boy with a pouty expression. "Now, don't you try to act all cute and innocent when you just insulted Richie Jr!"

"Richie J- You named your dick?"

"So what if I did? My wang deserves a name, y'know. He's a big boy-"

"Oh my god, stop. That's... freaky."

"Your mom and I got freaky last ni-"

"WHAT THE FUCK, RICHARD, BEEP BEEP."

"Anyway, as I was saying, you guys are, like, so rude. What did I ever do to you? Both my wang and I are very offended, and he doesn't appreciate 'Richie-two-inchie'."