Request: you think you can do Eddie x reader x Richie HCs? Or bill x reader x Stan? or both, unless dats too much? where its kind of like a poly thing? unless ur uncomfortable with that which is fineee <3
Word Count: 410 Words
Character Count: 2245 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 1 Minute, 38 Seconds
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
Poly HC's w/ Eddie and Richie
-You noticed you started to like Richie during the school year
His attitude and sarcasm got to you
He loved your non-chelant attitude and your caring nature
You both hung out and offucalky became a part of The Losers Club
You knew you both liked each other but never said anything
-You then met Eddie at the beginning of summer, and he stole your heart almost instantly.
You both smiled at whatever the other said
Eddie loved how you cared for him without smothering him, how you have more faith in him than his own mother
You loved how he is determined to fight through what his mother out him through and how caring he was as well
The rest of the losers thought you would totally date Eddie
-That was till you noticed how close Eddie and Richie were
You didn't want to ruin your friendshio with either, so you ended up becoming more and more distant
They both noticed and became worried, especially since IT was running wild so they told you to meet them at the quarry alone
-You met up, and that's where you all confessed
You ended up smiling like a dorky idiot
Richie ended up jumping off the cliff in excitement due to him winning both your hearts
Eddie was crying, you had to hug him almost the whole way home
You we're all just so happy that you found someone who understood you.
-You all would meet up every Saturday morning, the three of you no matter what. You would talk or just sit in each others presence but you made a point to just see each other
-Eddie loves to cuddle, he's always the little spoon between you and Richie
-Richie needs to have deep conversations at least once a week or else he bottles things ups and it always ends with one of you fighting with him.
-You guys always hold hands and Beverly lives to tease all of you for it
-You guys always study together because you guys plan on being together when you get older
-You guys never really had make out sessions till your Sophomore year because you didn't want to push Eddie too fast
-Y'all always sleep over your house and binge cringy movies together
-Usually you guys have to reassure Richie you won't leave him because he just has his heart drop at the thought of being forgotten
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Request: hi! can u do one where the reader (girl) is really gentle and reserved, and barely has any friends; her brother has downs syndrome and she has to help her family take care of him and a difficult society/era, and then she meets the losers club, and richie's usually rambunctious side softens around her and she opens up to him, and he eventually opens up about his hard life too and it's very sweet and fluffy and romancish lol and they're very real with each other?? thanks haha
Word Count: 458 Words
Character Count: 2592 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 1 Minute,50 Seconds
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
“Why did you have to blindfold me?” You giggled, Richie’s right hand gripping your left, he dragged you. . . somewhere as your sight went completely dark, only hearing the leaves crunch under your feet, the only reason as to why you haven’t wondered into danger was because of Richie.
“Because I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I just think you deserve something nice.” He mused as you felt your feet incline, signaling you were going uphill.
“Must be really important then, considering how you didn’t curse in your whole sentence.” You laughed, your voice started to echo as you realized through the scent you were in the forest. You finally were able to stop as you felt Richie get closer to you. He lifted his hands and gently undid the blindfold, causing you to blind rapidly before looking at the scene before you.
There was a small blanket on the ground, more folded and piled at one end, the plaid blanket also holding a small basket on the other end. You also found some fluffy grey pillows and some books at the final corner. You quickly turned to Richie, hugging him, causing him having to take a step back due to the force.
“Thank you, Richie. . . thank you so much.” You whispered, Richie’s arms now wrapping around you as he hummed.
“You’re welcome. You needed it.” His voice was warm, caring, and welcoming. You both pulled away slowly before he took your hand and lead you to the blanket.
“How is your brother?” He asked, wondering how he is. You smiled, before speaking again.
“Good! He knows all his ABC’s and write most of them, he’s having trouble with his ‘w’s and ‘m’s but he’s doing better.” You spoke happily, Richie humming in agreement as you continued to talk about your day and your little brother.
He started talking about his day as well, complaining about teachers and his parents, also talking about his assignments and such. He also continued on his adventures with his friends, your friends as well, before a comfortable silence filled the air.
Soon you were just staring at each other, your faces a bit too close as a blanket covered you both. Your eyes noticed the sun slowly setting behind Richie, his glasses were off due to them being uncomfortable when laying down.
You soon brought your lips together, his soft ones melding with yours as both of your eyes closed. Soon, you felt his tongue graze your bottom lip lightly before pulling away, his lips detaching from yours as he laughed at your reaction.
“R-Richie!” You squealed, sitting up quickly as he laughed, your head turning to look at him.
Request: hiii! I Love Your blog. Can I request an imagine where the reader is Beverly’s best friend and Richie really likes her, and somehow she starts to like him too. Thankss
Word Count: 525 Words
Character Count: 2942 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes, 5 Seconds
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy
Beverly and (Y/n) were the best of friends on can ask for. They had most of the same interests and could interact through facial expressions if needed, that’s how close their bond was.
“(Y/n), come on, help me out here!” Beverly pleaded as she laid down on your bed, Ben sitting at your desk and fixing up some papers he was writing. You shook your head as you looked through your closet.
“No, I’m not telling you where were going!” You spoke through your closet, finally finding your sneakers. You pulled them out as you placed them on, Ben spoke up as you were tying your laces.
“Richie’s taking her to the woods on a small camping trip, they aren’t sleeping though, just till sun down.” Ben spoke in a matter of fact tone, Beverly’s face lit up as she thanked Ben before looking at you.
“The woods? What do you two plan on doing in there?” She smirked, Ben laughing as you blushed, standing up as you stretched a bit.
“Were hanging out- “
“It’s a date~” Ben smiled, causing you to glare at him. You opened your mouth to reply to him before a knock came from downstairs. You smiled before hearing the two chuckle, running down stairs before looking at the door. You smiled before fixing yourself up, opening the door, finding a Richie who was in a casual form of clothing.
“Hey Richie.” You grinned, leaning against the door frame as you looked a Richie up and down. He wore jeans and a black tank top, a red flannel over his shoulders, he was missing his glasses so you thought he wore contacts. He had a dorky grin on his face.
“Heya, (Y/n), you ready?” He asked, before you were about to answer, pounding footsteps came from the stairs, causing you to turn around as Richie peaked over your shoulder to find your best friends running down the stairs.
“He’s here!” Ben smiled.
“Interview time!” Beverly chanted as you groaned, Richie laughing nervously while Beverly pulled him in, Ben dragging you to the living room by your shoulders. You both pleaded to be let go but the two refused, laughing at your attempts as well as sitting you on the couch. They pulled two stools in front of you and Richie, giggling before they started to bombard you with questions.
“Where are you going?” Bev asked.
“To hike through the woods a bit?” Richie questioned.
“When will you be back?’’ Ben asked.
“Around 11 latest.” You answered as Richie nodded.
“What are your intensions with my best friend?” Bev asked.
“To get some good pus-“
“TIMES AND GET TO KNOW EACHOTHER.” You yelled, smacking a hand over his mouth.
“Mmmhmmm” Ben hummed, looking at Richie.
“You guys need money?” Beverly asked, trying to get rid of the awkward tension.
“No thanks, gotta go bye!” You yelled, grabbing Richie’s hand as you ran out the door as Richie laughed at the whole situation. After a couple of minutes, Ben and Beverly looked at each other before they grinned.
Request: Richie x reader(romantic) reader x losers club( friendship) where the reader is a boxer and she is the only one who can outsmart-ass richie and he starts to fall for her after he watches her train one day? and maybe she uses her skills against pennywise and delivers the knockout punch?
Word Count: 829 Words
Character Count: 4454 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 3 Minutes, 18 Seconds
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
“Come on (Y/n), please just let me come!” Richie pleaded as you both walked down the street. The wind blew lightly against you as Beverly bumped into your side.
“Yea, we wanna see how you train!” Bev smiled, looking down at you. You only sighed as the others continued to beg for them to watch you, nearing your house as you saw it come into view.
“I thought we were going to hang out though.” You sighed again, running a hand through your hair.
“We are! But were going to learn how exactly you were able to beat Greta and five other girls.” Richie spoke proudly, his arm hanging around you as your head hung low, a stupid smile on your face.
“Fine, but only because you’re all able to fuel my ego.” You laughed.
“That’s our job!” Mike finished, laughing as you walked up to your house door. You opened the door and let everyone in, the warm air was welcoming and a safe feeling enveloped all of them, something that seemed rare these days.
“Alright, let me go change and get a water bottle, you guys can hang out in the basement and chill there.” You spoke, locking the front door as you walked up the stairs, leaving the others to go to the door that lead to the cozy basement.
“Basement? Kinky.” Richie chuckled evilly. Bev smacked him upside the head as Eddie muttered a small ‘Beep Beep’ with the others sighing very loudly. They walked down the stairs, finally getting to the bottom as Ben turned the light on from the top, soon following the rest.
The staircase led to the middle on the basement, to their left was the boxing area. The area was fairly organized, two large punching bags on either side as a couple of mats were piled in the furthest corner. Weights were littered against the walls as other weightlifting equipment filled the room, giving it a very hard-core feeling.
To their right was a giant tv on the wall, with a giant leather couch was there was well. A fridge was in the back as well as a stove and sink, a small furnace was against the wall as well. This side of the room gave them a cozy and warm feeling, as if they were wrapped in a warm blanket and laid in front of a cracking fireplace, the heat absorbed into their skin.
Soon the sound of footsteps from above caused them to look at the stairs, your figure coming from the stairs before looking at them. You wore two tight black sports bras, a pair of black and neon yellow work out pants, and some grey and neon yellow sneakers. You were currently trying to finish wrapping the black bandage on your right arm as the other one was already wrapped, your eyes wondering to your friends.
“Ready?” You asked, your voice a bit muffled before finishing, throwing your hair into a messy bun.
“Y-yea.” Eddie mumbled as everyone stared. They looked from your toned legs, to your equally toned abdomen, your arms and just how fit you were. You moved to the other side of the room as the others sat around.
Soon the room was filled with ‘ooohs’ and ‘damns’ as well as ‘oh shits’ but, there was overall laughter and a light-hearted atmosphere. Soon, Richie attempted to fight you, everyone laughing as you dodged him and getting him to trip over himself. Bill went up and failed as well, Mike trying and almost getting a hit on you, and Stan who just sat there with Ben and Eddie.
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Your breathing was labored, your fists were raised high as your bandages were surprisingly still tight, Richie next to you as he held a bat. IT giggled as you and the others stood around him, laughing as he knew his defeat was upon him.
Richie hit him with his bat, a loud and smooth crack came from the clown before you ran up from your spot, hooking and then round kicking IT in the head, causing IT to fall back as the others attacked him. Richie stayed next to you, nodding to you as he saw IT try and get up from his spot in the ground.
You sprinted up and jumped, using both feet to kick IT back, the clown stumbled back as you caught yourself, sticking your arms out behind you before using the force to jump back up. You managed to catch him a he was stooped over, managing to uppercut him with your right hand, then cross hooking him with your left, causing IT to falling into the well as you stepped back.
You huffed quickly as Richie came up next to you, his arm placed itself perfectly around you as Bill walked up to the well, finding IT clinging to the edge, his face cracking heavily before muttering the one word you and the rest refused to fall into.
Richie and (Y/n) were known to fucking hate each other.
This wasn’t anything new to The Losers Club, and now whenever there is a fight they either groan and complain, or laugh and giggle, seeing as how they are used to this by now.
This is one of those moments.
“Alright, shithead, you need to calm your tits before I bust you wide.” You yelled, walking down the lake with Bev next to you, the boys trailing behind as Richie continued to yell.
“You mean like how I busted all over your mom last night?” He laughed, some gasps and chuckles were heard as Beverly shook her head.
“Please, you probably were just having a wet dream about your aunt. Sorry to break the news, I think you might be a furry, seeing as how she doesn’t know how to shave properly.” You groaned, your burn being weaker than before.
“Oh really? So, were talking about wet dreams? Want me to bring you back to out last sleepover at Ben’s?” He laughed.
“That was a nightmare!” You cried, the others giggling.
“Then why did you say. . . ‘Richie! No! Please~’ and on” He chuckled darkly, the boys managing to catch up to you and Bev, his tone mocking a voice of pleasure as Bev grimaced.
“That’s because the dream had you in it, and that’s enough nightmare fuel for years, back to back.” You sighed for dramatic effect.
The banter continued, your burns winning and losing some, Richie’s doing the same. The group eventually started to split as the sun started to set as well, eventually just leaving you and Richie alone.
“So, you really haven’t seen. . .IT?” You asked, your voice low as the tone changed, the mood dropped as you both became serious.
“No but, apparently, IT shows up as what scares the living shit out of you.” He cursed, looking to you as you both swayed in union while walking down the street.
“Yes, it does. . . “You continued.
“What did you see?”
“Huh?” The questioned stunned you, a dumb sound coming from your head as you stopped walking, Richie walking ahead before stopping and turning to you.
Your gaze was on the ground, memories flashing in your head as you remembered, that mechanical giggle coming into your head.
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You ran up the stairs and into your room, breathing heavily and shaking, a loud pounding and scratching came at the door, barking a rabid growling came for you as well. The dog as seared into you mind, standing at about 4 feet tall on all fours, taking the shape of a large and deformed Pitbull, the scar from your past started to itch on your left thigh and right side.
“Stop! Please! Stop!” You cried, a tear or two falling from your face.
“You’ll float too”
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“(Y/n)” You heard Richie shout, his hands on your cheek and shoulder, shaking you a bit as you looked up, a gasp fell from your throat as you looked up.
“What the fuck was that?” He asked, pulling away and you started to stretch a bit, continuing to walk with him.
“I. . . remember. It came as a dog, like, a deformed or decaying Pitbull.” You spoke quietly, your scars starting to sting a bit.
“You mean?” He asked.
“Like the one that bit me, and my mother.” You finished, giving a small nod as Richie sighed, groaning up at the sky.
“This is so fucked!” He groaned, looking back straight ahead as you hummed, finally reaching your house, turning to Richie as you were about to say goodbye.
“Here, lemme walk you up. Least I can fucking do.” He spoke out, a confused smile on your face before you walked up to the house.
“Least you can do? Who are you and what have you do to my Richie?” You smiled, walking up the porch stairs, sitting on the top one before Richie followed suit, sighing again.
“Your Richie?”
“Mmmhmm, my smartass, trash mouth, loud, and obnoxious Richie.”
“He’s currently worried that. . .” He smiled a bit, before letting it fall from his face.
“What’s up?” You asked, skootching closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder, grabbing one of his arms. He visibly relaxed, his head now on yours as his hand grabbed yours. The wind blew peacefully before either one of you spoke.
“Were supposed to hate each other, and here I am, worrying you might get taken before I can do anything about it. Before I can even right things. Before I can even tell you that I think the reason I hate you is because I’m scared that maybe one day. . . well care about each other, and you’ll eventually forget me as we get older, an ill just be stuck. Lost.” He finished.
And you laughed.
“Really? That’s why you hate me? Well I guess I’m just never leaving you then, if you’re so worried about it.” You answered him.
“If you really think that I’m going to leave you, even though I care so much, then you really are clueless. You need to realize, if we do stop hating each other-”
“I guess I’ll just have to ask you out.” He cut you off.
“Do you have the balls, Tozier?” You teased, a small smile on his face.
“Be my girlfriend?”
“Finally. And of course.” You laughed, him joining as well.
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Request: I'm not sure if Requests are open, but if so may I have a Richie x Reader? Where Richie and Reader are best friends and Henry bowers is hitting on the Reader and trying to kiss her forcefully and Richie sees and punches him, and after it's really cute and fluffy:) that would be great, please and thank you!
Word Count: 645 Words
Character Count: 3552 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes, 35 Seconds
Warnings: None
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
“Richie, wait in here so I can go grab my water bottle from your bike.” You told him, giving him a couple of coins from your wallet, tucking it into the back of your jeans.
“Sounds like you need it, you alright?” He asked, tucking the coins into his pocket as he looked at you, leaning on an arcade machine.
“Yea, still getting over that cold. Sorry my voice sounds like shit.: You laughed, your voice rasping as you spoke, the scratchiness of your throat caused you to cough violently.
“Fuck.” You wheezed a bit, causing Richie to laugh.
“Alright, alright. Take my jacket before you go out, your sweater isn’t that thick anyways.” He spoke, taking it off and wrapping it around you. You hummed lightly before zipping it up, nodding to Richie before he came up to you and kissed your head.
“Alright go.” He laughed, flipping the collar up.
“C-Calm down, Richie. I’m not going to war.” You laughed, kissing his cheek before walking out, Richie staying on a machine near the window incase anything happens. You shook your head and laughed, rubbing your arms as the cool autumn air hit your body causing you to shake.
You walked to the left side near the bike rack, finding Richie’s bike next to yours. You sighed quickly as you grabbed your water bottle from its place on the side of Richie’s bike, a small satisfied noise coming from your throat as you downed the water. Turning to go back inside, you heard a voice from behind, haunting your mind and causing your body to shake with fear and anger,
“Little miss (Y/n), how are you doing today?” Henrys voice came from behind, causing you to turn your head as you saw it was just him.
“What is it, Bowers? I’m not in the- “Your voice cut off as you tried to talk, the scratchiness in your throat causing you to stop.
“What’s wrong? Playing hard to get?” He grinned, walking up to you and slinging an arm around you. You ducked down, his arm falling as he went forward, causing you to step back.
“No. I’m playing taken and I hate you.” You growled, coughing a bit.
“Come on, that wasn’t even clever. But I think I can help getting your creative flow going, come on, that smart mouth of yours is what got me interested in the first place~” He sang, causing you to grimace, as he managed to get you backed up on the electrical pole. He started to lean forward until his lips were almost on yours.
“Hey asshole! Get the fuck away!” Richie yelled, pulling Henry back from his collar.
“You fucking-!” He yelled. Richie quickly punched Henry, causing him to fall to the ground as you un chained your bikes.
“Ri-Richie, let’s go!” You yelled, causing you to cough as you got on your bike. Richie quickly hop on his bike, both of you dashing off as Henry got up. The both of you laughed, taking backroads and a quick trip through the forest and to your house.
You both hopped off your bikes, huffing quickly as you coughed even more. Richie went to you side, rubbing your back as you coughed heavily.
“It’s alright. Come on.” You finished as he spoke, laughing as you coughed again.
“Shit man. Let’s go inside.” You laughed as your voice became weak. You both walked in, Richie almost carrying you inside as you snuggled into his coat. You detached from his side as you ended up flopping on the couch. Richie went into the kitchen as you grabbed the blankets and pillows off the other couches and onto the large one.
“Alright, I put some of that fucking awesome chicken noodle soup to boil while we watch all the movies you’ve got.” He grinned, jumping onto the couch with you.
“Perfect.”
Requests: Closed
Match Ups: Closed
Ask Me: Open
Authors Notes: Sorry when i was writing i kinda made it seem like you were dating but eh, take it how it is
Request: could you do a richie x male reader imagine where the reader can be really mean and scary at times so when the reader sees the bullies being super mean to richie and his friends the reader manages to stop it, thanks!
Word Count: 486 Words
Character Count: 2672 Characters
Estimated Reading Time: 2 Minutes
Warnings: Smoking
Authors Notes: Enjoy!
(Y/n) (L/n) is one of the most feared kids in school.
Everyone held a little fear of him. He stood at least 6'0 at the young age of 15, a pretty strong build, and had a resting butch face.
His family history didn't help was well.
According to the rumors in school, his family is head of a mafia-like group that helps run the town. Most of the conspiracy revolving around the missing kids ties them to the (L/n) family, most thinking that the children we're taken as retaliation for not paying up.
That only added to the fear.
In reality, he was a pretty lonely kid, only having his older brother as company but, he left last summer to go to collage.
Walking down the river, he decided to listen to some music, wanting to clear his mind of some unsavory thoughts, digging through his pocket and finding the familiar box of cigarettes. He hit the box against his hand lightly before he popped one out the box, taking it into his mouth as he placed the box in his pocket before lighting it.
He took a drag of it, before sighing, the smoke leaving through his mouth as some moment caught his eye.
The Bowers kid was bothering Mike Hanlon, shoving his face into some meat as The Losers Club started to yell at them. They managed to get Mike on their side of the river before Henry started to yell insults.
Taking a final long drag of their cigarette, he dropped it in water, grabbing a rock as he walked up, pushing through The Losers, surprised faces staring at him.
"Yo Bowers!" You yelled, causing him to turn with slightly widened eyes, before his fave turned into a furious one.
"What do you want, (L/n)? You better not be with these Losers, or else the whole town is going to know you as a discrace to your family." He smirked, causing your grip around the rock to tighten.
"How about you leave before I make you regret being here." You yelled back, some of The Losers shaking at the tension.
"What are you gonna do, (L/n)? Get your little family mafia on me?" He taunted, causing you to glare.
"Warned you!" You yelled, throwing the rock that managed to hit his shoulder. The rest of The Losers started to pick up rocks.
"Rock fight!" One yelled, causing all of you to dodge the rocks coming from the Bowers side, while throwing more. Laughter and grunts filled the air before the bullies ran, causing The Losers to as well.
Richie stayed back.
"Go blow your dad, you mullet wearing fuck!" (I think)
You started to laugh, running off with Richie to see how the rest we're.
"Thanks. We needed that." He smiled up at you, causing a chuckle.
This is a sneak peak of a new story im working on called “Do You Remember Me?”
Wake Up
Darkness surrounded you, the sound you heard was the deafening sound of wind gently blowing back and forth, moving your hair with and against you, causing you to look around. Darkness covered everything as you stood on a clear glass, the cold material caused you to shake lightly. Your simple black tank top and white pajama pants proved to be futile in keeping you warm.
Wake Up
Fear filled your senses, nothing in your sight caused you to feel this but, you still let it consume you. You started to walk forward, wherever that was, as you covered your arms with your hands. The wind started to blow more heavily as you continue to move from your spot.
WAKE UP
The wind blew harsh enough to cause it to whistle the tune of nature, before it took a deformed human voice, starting off a small mutter before it grew large enough to yell into your ears. You started to pick up your pace, causing the voices to get loud enough that they were heard clearly.
WAKE UP
The voices soon took the tones of past friends as family members, causing your hands to cover your ears, your voice started to emit from your throat as you yelled and screamed, trying to-
WAKE UP (Y/N)
“Fuck!” You gasped, your breath catching in your throat before you could scream, a chocked sound emitting from it as a tear crawled from your eye and onto your pillow. Your body was stricken with fear, not being able to move due the fear being so paralyzing, a small blanket of sweat appeared on your face as you tightly closed your eyes.
A dark chuckle came from the corner of the room causing your eyes to move to the entrance door, a figure a couple of inches taller than the door, hair was messily scattered everywhere as a sharp grin revealed itself.
A tall clown in a Victorian era- like clown costume appeared, pure white powered covered its face as a bright blood red paint accessorized IT’s face. IT’s bright crimson lips only spreads wider and wider, before opening his mouth, three small orange lights appearing in his throat, causing them to brighten more and more until they were too blinding and eventually swallowed you whole. . .
“Stop!” You gasped, finally sitting up as everything went back to normal, the clown finally disappearing. You started to breathe heavily, sweat dripping down the side of your face as your eyes darted around the room, finding nothing out of place.
Lost souls in revelry, Running wild and running free, Two kids, you and me-
You quickly grabbed your phone off your bed stand, the magnetic charger disconnecting as you attempted to control your breathing. You noticed the number wasn’t from your area code, but you picked it up anyway, deciding it could have been an animator from your show. You slid the bright green phone symbol right and brought the phone to your ear.
“H-Hello?” You breathed heavily, trying to even yourself out as another voice came through the phone.
“Hello! Is this (Y/n)? (Y/n) (L/n)?” A smooth voice came through the phone, it was obviously male, and pleasantly deep, but it made you feel warm and welcomed.
“Yes? Who is this?” Your voice was confused, as you wondered why he knew your name.
“Oh thank god!” His voice was relieved, he laughed before letting out a sigh, all in good tones.
“I’m sorry but, who is this?” You asked again.
“Oh! How could I forget- er more like how could you not remember!” He chuckled. You decided to stay silent and let him continue.
