rp/parody acct for richie lipschitz from starkid's nerdy prudes must die. will contain horror themes and writings. admin is 21+.
“Who’s asking?”
Fuck. There goes his cover.
“… Did you do this?” Ume asked. He already knew the answer, but…
“Who’s asking?”
“You’re SUCH a romantic.”
He nuzzles his nose against Richie's own.
"Mind if I lay you down? I won't do anything beyond that, I just... well, I want that Sleeping Beauty moment, I suppose."
“You think? She barely even knows us.”
He lets out a small giggle.
“I wouldn’t make myself THAT red…”
“You’re SUCH a romantic.”
Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves.
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Fucks up your day, refuses to elaborate, and leaves.
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“You think? She barely even knows us.”
He lets out a small giggle.
“I wouldn’t make myself THAT red…”
“You think? She barely even knows us.”
He lets out a small giggle.
“I wouldn’t make myself THAT red…”
“I can pay, I don’t mind!”
On extreme high alert, she enters the shop with him.
"Glad to hear it."
Richie rushes up to the door of Beanie’s, pushing it open.
“I can pay, I don’t mind!”
"You're so cute."
"I want to hear what pleasure sounds like on your tongue," he murmurs against Richie's lips. "The thought of it has kept me sane."
“I’ll get hot chocolate and come back!!” He yells through the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want one??”
“Get the fuck outta here.”
𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘢 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.
Richie turns and starts to cough.
“Um — Mad Devil? I have asthma. Could we both just get hot chocolate instead? Pl - please?”
Tears prick his eyes and he coughs more.
“Or… or food?”
“I’ll get hot chocolate and come back!!” He yells through the door.
“Are you sure you don’t want one??”
He brightens up a little, bouncing a little as he leads the way to the mall.
“I just go to the mall. There’s an arcade there.”
He brightens up a little, bouncing a little as he leads the way to the mall.
“I just go to the mall. There’s an arcade there.”
Richie turns and starts to cough.
“Um — Mad Devil? I have asthma. Could we both just get hot chocolate instead? Pl - please?”
Tears prick his eyes and he coughs more.
“Or… or food?”
“Mmm... much better, ahh..”
𝘗𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦.
Richie turns and starts to cough.
“Um — Mad Devil? I have asthma. Could we both just get hot chocolate instead? Pl - please?”
Tears prick his eyes and he coughs more.
“Or… or food?”
“I didn't murder you... because you're not annoying. You seem weak but you're not annoying, that's a great way of getting on my good side. I just hope you're not doing it to stab me in the back later..”
“I didn't murder you... because you're not annoying. You seem weak but you're not annoying, that's a great way of getting on my good side. I just hope you're not doing it to stab me in the back later..”
Ash gently captures Richie's face in his hands before pulling him into a tender kiss, his tongue teasingly trailing Richie's bottom lip but going no further. He doesn't want to overwhelm him, after all.
“Like you said, we should make the best of things… right?”
Richie squeaks as the other abruptly pulls him in for a hug. He shivers at the blood now staining his clothes, trying not to retch.
“Um — um — I… I can stay with you, or… or we can get hot chocolate? Hot chocolate always helps me feel better…?”
“I'm.. so stressed...”
“Y-yes.”
At this point, he’s fully prepared for the other to kill him. He doesn’t even know how he got in here — he thinks he took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.
“I… I do. Sir.”
Richie squeaks as the other abruptly pulls him in for a hug. He shivers at the blood now staining his clothes, trying not to retch.
“Um — um — I… I can stay with you, or… or we can get hot chocolate? Hot chocolate always helps me feel better…?”
“Y-yes.”
At this point, he’s fully prepared for the other to kill him. He doesn’t even know how he got in here — he thinks he took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.
“I… I do. Sir.”
𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳..?
“Y-yes.”
At this point, he’s fully prepared for the other to kill him. He doesn’t even know how he got in here — he thinks he took a wrong turn somewhere along the way.
“I… I do. Sir.”
Richie shakes his head aggressively, trying to hide his shaking hands.
“You’re a v-very terrifying person! I — I’d believe it if you were to do something terrifying to m-me right now!”
“YOU'RE NOT SAYING THAT JUST TO MAKE ME FEEL BETTER, ARE YOU RICHIE?”
𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰.
Richie fell back in the boxes, shattering something beneath him as he jumps in fright at the teeth and eyes that probably WOULD kill him before the night was through.
Richie shakes his head aggressively, trying to hide his shaking hands.
“You’re a v-very terrifying person! I — I’d believe it if you were to do something terrifying to m-me right now!”
He folds his arms grumpily.
“… now I’m cold, so.”
He folds his arms grumpily.
“… now I’m cold, so.”
"Much better. There's nothing necessarily wrong with what you had, but you were wearing way too many layers."
“Okay… I like it.”
He folds his arms grumpily.
“… now I’m cold, so.”