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canislupus-exe · 11 months

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In Your Corner | bill denbrough

>>gif credit to @/beenchillin on tumblr<<

fandom | IT: Chapter One

character | Bill Denbrough

reader | (disabled) they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | cursing, ableism

word count | 1,131

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! Could I request a Bill Denbrough x disabled!reader? Where Richie compares (y/n) to a bike and tries to ride their wheelchair while (y/n) is still in it- and bill tells him to fuck off? I just think bill would understand 🥺💕

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You hummed quietly as you pushed against the wheels of your chair. Approaching your best friend’s driveway was the only way you could hang out with him, seeing how inaccessible his front door was. If you thought too hard about it, it didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, so you tried not to.

You saw him sitting on the floor, sketching in his notebook somewhat mindlessly. Upon hearing your quiet hum, he flipped a few pages ahead to a blank one. Looking up at you, he squinted from the sun shining in his eyes but smiled.

“H-Hi (Y/n). You’re the f-first to get here so we can wait for everyone else.” He said, standing up and moving to the couch his dad had put in the garage a few months ago. He realized how much more inclined he was to hang out there now that he was friends with you.

His parents were lovely, but he started to pick up on the sudden stiffness and overall negative feelings you had when they said certain things. About how they were sorry and glad Bill was so kind, which he was. It was one of his greatest qualities, but it was as if they only thought he was your friend because he was so kind.

“That’s alright. What were you drawing?” You asked casually, backing your chair into the space of the wall that was just the right fit. You remembered when he moved aside a table so he could sit next to you. It was one of the moments that made you feel your heartbeat in your stomach, as he so often did.

“Oh, n-n-nothing. Just practicing shape l-language for objects.” He replied, sitting on the cushions in a way that made it easier to look at you.

“Really? What are you trying to learn to draw?” You asked. He shrugged.

“Nothing in p-p-particular. I just think it’s a g-good skill to have.” He replies, closing his sketchbook and setting it aside. You smile and nod.

“Do you know when the other Losers plan on joining us?” You asked leaning on the arm of your chair.

“Right now.” A voice called from behind. You looked over your shoulder to the garage entrance, watching Richie, Eddie, and Stan enter. You smiled and waved, which only Stan returned.

“What are we doing here? You never told us.” Eddie says, sitting on the far end of the couch. You were never sure why, but he always seemed much more tense. You could come up with a few reasons, but they weren’t good ones, and you hoped those weren’t the case.

“J-J-Just a movie night. I made popcorn and st-ocked the drinks.” Bill replied. You begin to self-propel toward the fridge in the far left corner of the room. You looked inside, seeing mostly cokes and water. You opted for the latter.

“Plus, if we run out, we can hop on (Y/n)’s wheelchair. They’re basically a bike.” Richie says with a snicker, placing both his feet on the back of your chair and causing you to become unsteady. You yelp in surprise, immediately swatting him off. You turn your chair to face him, a look of panic on your face.

“What the fuck Richie?” You shout. He raises his eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, lacking a single modicum of self-awareness. You’re so flustered and upset that you find it difficult to articulate your feelings. Bill stands up from the couch, stepping between Richie and yourself.

“Y-You can’t say shit like that Richie!” Bill exclaims, his ears turning red from anger as they always did.

“Why are you guys freaking out?” He asks, raising his arms in exasperation.

“C-Comparing (Y/n) to a bike? You don’t get why that’s f-f-f-fu-fucked up!?” He shouts, finding it harder to speak due to his anger.

“No? It was a good thing. Bikes are cool and they’d be helping us to the store.” He replied.

“It’s fine Bill. Don’t worry about it…” You mumble, trying to maneuver around him.

“N-no (Y/n) I am w-worried about it,” Bill says, turning to look at you. There was a look in his eyes that made you feel warm and safe.

“They said don’t worry about it so I think-“

“Fuck off Richie!” Bill yells as he whips his head around to stare at him, not a stutter in his voice. Richie backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Whatever dude.” He mumbles, sitting next to Eddie on the couch.

You were thankful Bill was so quick to defend you, but the confrontation still made you uneasy and guilty. You wheeled your chair out of the garage and onto the driveway, stopping when you heard Bill coming after you.

“Where are you g-going? Are you ok-kay?” He asks, walking by your side. You sigh and stop wheeling yourself forward. You say nothing at first trying to figure out how to put your thoughts into words. Bill walks in front of you, so he can see you while you talk, a simple gesture but something so thoughtful.

“You’re the only one who treats me… Well, normal… Richie always has something to say, Eddie avoids me like he’s going to catch something and I just… I hate it.” You mutter, folding your hands in your lap. Bill sighs as he crosses his arms.

“I w-wish there was more I could do. I t-t-tell Richie all the time to quit his shit but he-“

“It’s not you Bill. You do more than enough. Sometimes it feels like you’re the only person I have in my corner.” You say, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiles, his eyes holding that same shine that made you feel so warm and safe.

“Y-You know, that’s exactly how I feel.” He replies. You tilt your head in confusion. Bill rubs his neck bashfully before shrugging.

“You’re the only one who ever t-tells them to stop making fun of my s-st-stutter. Sometimes it feels like y-you’re the only one in my c-corner.” He replies. You smile, a warm glow rushing to your cheeks.

“We can be in each other’s corner.” You reply, giddily grabbing his hand. It takes you a second to realize what you’ve done before pulling back.

“S-Sorry I was just-”

“No! It’s okay!” He grabs your hand again, this time intertwining your fingers. “I l-like being in each other's corner.”

“Pinky promise?” You ask, holding out your pinky. He chuckles and locks his pinky around yours.

“P-Pinky promise.” He replies.

“Now let’s go watch the m-movie. If Richie says anything else I’ll j-just kick him out.”

“Since when are you Mr. tough guy?” You ask with a giggle.

“S-Since I had to be in someone’s corner. I-it’s a tough job you know.”

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tacosareyummy · 1 year

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might just write a random x reader for richie tozier idk.

#x reader #random #non binary #it 2017 #requests are open #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #stanely uris #idfk #gender neutral

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mercedesvince · 1 year

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Hello I’m Vince!!

I am a writer who is open to writing requests for x reader

Just a heads up that English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar or wrong use of words :(

RULES

This is meant to be a blog for x male or non-binary x readers

I will not write for female readers as of now (but might change in future)

I will only write for series listed below

no smut (I am not comfortable with that)

There are characters listed below underage, all characters will at least be aged up to teenagers, but even so I will only go as far as kissing

I will not write any sort of NSFW for any character under 18 (what i mean when i say NSFW I mean in a sexual way, things like cussing or slight violence I can do)

I can write angst, fluff or both

If you see a mistake in my writing please inform me on it so I can improve in future :)

If i missed a TW or you notice something i should let the readers know before reading PLEASE let me know, i’d hate for someone to be negatively affected by my writing

Please be nice and respect everybody and there wishes!!

SERIES & CHARACTER I WILL WRITE FOR

(If there is a character I have missed that is not on the list for a specific series and you would like a x reader for please ask and I will let you know whether or not I can write for them :))

South Park

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCornmick

Eric Cartman

Butters

Tolkien Black

Wendy Testaburger

Bebe Stevens

Heidi Turner

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentis

Jason Gideon

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Like Alvez

Kate Callahan

Tara Lewis

Sam Cooper

Gina LaSalle

Beth Griffin

Jonathan Simms

Mick Rawson

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Scott Pilgrim

Ramona Flowers

Envy Adams

Knives Chau

Kim Pine

Julie Powers

Wallace Wells

Lucas lee

Gideon Graves

Matthew Patel

Todd Ingram

Young Neil

Roxy Ritcher

Stacy Pilgrim

Stephen Stills

My Hero Academia

Disclaimer I have not watched the series recently, so I do not have everything up to date and can only write up to season 4 :(

Anyone from Class 1A

Anyone from Class 1B

Any Pro Hereos

Any Villians

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki

Shun Kaido

Aren Kuboyasu

Aiura Mikoto

Kokomo Teruhashi

Reita Tortisuka

Riki Nendo

Kineshi Hairo

Chiyo Yumehara

Metori Saiko

Chisato Mera

Hunter X Hunter

Disclaimer I am only caught up on the series not the manga

Gon Freecss

Killua Zoldyck

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Hisoka Morrow

Chrollo Lucifer

Any Phantom Troupe Memebers

Ging Freecss

Any Zodiac members

Kite

ROTTMNT

Leonardo

Raphael

Michelangelo

Donatello

April O’neil

Stranger Things

Eleven

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max mayfield

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Disclaimer I have been trying my best to see the second movie but I have only managed to watch the first so I can only write for things relevant in the first movie :(

Stanley Uris

Ben Hanscom

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Eddie Kaspbrak

SPIDERVERSE

Miles Morales (earth 1610 & earth 42)

Gwen Stacy

Peter B. Parker

Jessica Drew

Miguel O’hara

Hobie Brown

Pavitr Prabhakar

Spider Noir

Penny Parker

MASTERLIST LINK

This Masterlist includes all works i’ve written on this blog so far!

That is all for now! Thank you so much for reading and feel free to request, I am new to tumblr so please feel free to let me know if I need to add or be more specific on something :))

#south park #south park x male reader #south park x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x male reader #scott pilgram vs the world #mha #saiki k #hunter x hunter #rottmnt #stranger things #it #it x male reader #into the spider verse #beyond the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #spiderverse x male reader

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canislupus-exe · 3 years

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Class Clown | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.)(he ver.)

requested | Anonymous, @wolfhard-tozier, @wukindly, @beepbeeprichtozier

warnings | Angst, underage drinking, hints of an abusive relationship, cheating

word count | 3,021

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (Y/i) = Your initials (Tina Diane Albertson = TDA), (Bf/n) = Boyfriend’s name (can be any random name)

song | Class Clown - Anthony Amorin

summary | Hi,,, I love your blog smmmmmm I’m such a huge fan!!!!!!!! Can I request a Richie Tozier x reader angst/fluff sonfic based on the song Class Clown by Anthony Amorim????? I think it fits him a lot,,, thank you in advance!!!!

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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I hope this doesn’t freak you out

But I thought I’d just say, “Hey”

I know we’ve barely spoken out of school

But it seems I’ve grown attached to the thought of you

>><<

Richie walked through the front doors of the arcade. The vibrant lights flashed before his eyes and despite his need to squint, he couldn’t have felt happier. The pungent smell of dorky pre-teen sweat made his eyes water. He and many other boys spent their weekends cooped up in this marvelous place. Smashing buttons until their fingers were cramped and their brains were rotten.

Years passed and some might tell him it was childish for a 17-year-old to still spend his summers in an arcade, but he would always tell them to shove off, right before flaunting his unbeaten high scores in every single game in the joint. It was a safe haven, to say the least. There wasn’t a time in his life where he couldn’t run to the ugly square building he considered home. Even when his pockets were barren of any quarters, he had learned how to pick the locks and steal those already residing in the clunky machines.

He made his way down the path which was burned in his memory. The path to Galaga. The path to endless hours of unparalleled delight. Except, Galaga was occupied. And it wasn’t occupied by just anyone. It was occupied by you. Your fingers were dancing across the buttons as if that’s what they were crafted to do. And it seemed all he could do was stand and stare in awe.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Not only was the most attractive person in all of Derry, Maine playing Galaga, but they were damn near close to beating his high score. And his high score was pretty damn high. He didn’t know what to say, or even if he would say anything. But, his presence didn’t go unnoticed, especially not when the familiar chime of the game over sequence sounded.

“You know, I do a lot better when the feeling of staring eyes aren’t on the back of my neck.” You said, typing in your initials to the high scoreboard. (Y/i), right underneath the topmost score, RTT. You were short of his score by a couple hundred.

“Ah… Sorry about that… You just don’t see many people like you here. I was just surprised is all.” He replied. You laughed before turning around, leaning against the machine. You would’ve asked what ‘people like you’ meant, but there was something familiar about him.

“Oh hey, I know you.” You said. He raised his eyebrows.

“You do?” He asked. You nodded.

“You’re Derry, Maine’s very own band boy.” You replied. His eyes dropped to the floor.

“Oh… Yeah, I… I guess you could say that.” He said. The air was silent for a while, an awkward tension beginning to form.

>><<

And to tell the truth, I use humor to mask my insecurities

Oh I try to be funny, quite a bit

And look at me now

Stumbling over a joke you’ve probably heard before

>><<

Richie cleared his throat.

“So… I recently took a pole and found…” He started. You gave him a quizzical look. He saw this and his hands began to form sweat and his throat started closing up.

“I found that… uh… people are… angry… shit, I messed up the joke.” He said, dropping his face into his hands. He heard your sweet laugh and separated his fingers to look at you. A smile was adorned on your face as you looked at him.

“Were 100% of the occupants angry with you when their tent collapsed?” You asked. He moved his hands away from his face.

“You… know the joke?” He asked. You giggled and nodded.

“You’re not the only joke connoisseur here Tozier.” You replied. His shoulders became less tense as he returned the smile.

“Jeez, somebody my age who plays arcade games and likes puns. What factory did they make you in?” He asked.

“Sorry to disappoint but I’m one of a kind.”

>><<

‘Cause all I’m paying attention to is the way you look at him

So I cross the room and clear my head

Wishing it was me instead

Who always keeps you interested

I close my eyes and count to 10

I need to stop overthinking it

>><<

“(Y/n)!” A barely familiar voice called. You looked to where the voice came from, and your face changed from lighthearted smiling to absolute adoration. Richie followed your gaze to the entrance to see the guy he only knew as your boyfriend.

“(Bf/n)!” You shouted happily. He walked towards you quickly, not even a smile on his face.

“Richie this is (Bf/n) my boyfriend, (Bf/n) this is-”

“What are you doing here?” He cut you off. Your smile fell.

“What do you mean?” You asked. He sighed.

“I’ve told you how I feel about you being here.” He said. You gave a small smile.

“I just thought-”

“It doesn’t matter. Come on. Let’s just go before anyone else sees us.” He cut you off once again, grabbing your wrist and beginning to walk away. You turned to Richie and gave a small wave before turning back to (Bf/n).

Richie watched with a frown as you walked out of the doors. He stuck his hands in his pockets before leaning on the arcade game. He never did like the way (Bf/n) treated you. It was never anything serious. He never hit you. He was just… mean. And any time Richie wanted to say something about it, everyone told him he was being overdramatic. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to clear his head.

>><<

I might not be everything you asked for

I know that

And you might take a look at me and say

“Is this the kind of guy who chases after me these days?

Guys who use humor to mask their insecurities?”

>><<

The day may have changed to night but Richie’s feelings didn’t change. They never did. He still laid in bed thinking of you. He still hated himself for it, because he knew very well that you could never love a guy like him. He knew you loved people like (Bf/n), and he was nothing like (Bf/n).

He was Richie. Richie who uses humor to mask his insecurities. Richie who hides behind a punchline. Richie the jester. Richie the joker. He could bring up with all the synonyms in the dictionary but overall, he was Richie Trashmouth Tozier who couldn’t get his damn mind off you.

He turned on his side, now staring at the wall. He didn’t want to think of you. He didn’t want to think about all the flaws he would change if it simply meant you would like him. He hated thinking about it because all it did was make him yearn for something he could never have.

>><<

Well, I try to be funny, quite a lot

And look at me now

Stumbling over myself at a party I wasn’t invited to

Drink in my hand, trying to find a spot to sleep

>><<

Richie sat up. This was torture with no end, and for what? Of course, he was in love with you, and of course, it hurt to know you’d never return those feelings. But did it have to? Did he have to let it hurt? Why couldn’t he drown his sorrows in empty solo cups? No one was telling him it was a bad idea, so he saw no reason not to.

He stood and walked to his closet, finding the closest thing to an acceptable party outfit he could, and threw it on in a frenzy. He raked a brush through his hair and slipped on a stray pair of converse. He wasn’t going to the party to look cute. He was going to the party to get his mind off you, so the way he looked was the farthest from his mind. As long as he could throw back a couple of shots, he was good.

He popped the locks of his window and climbed out, grabbing his bike from the ground and hopping on. He began pedaling to a house he knew was partying. It was always partying. He didn’t know how they got the funds or why their parents were never home, but no matter what day he went, the music was always loud and the rooms were always crowded.

And sure enough, this fact was proven to be right again. As he walked through the front door, several bodies moved to the beat of the loud music. There was an entire table dedicated to poisons he could graciously pick from. And to top it all off, you were nowhere in sight.

He tripped over many ankles making his way over to the alcohol setup. He would have apologized if anyone cared, but they were much too wrapped up in their own heads. He wouldn’t have been surprised if no one even noticed him. He wouldn’t be mad either.

Once he got to the table, he grabbed a solo cup and gladly topped himself off with whiskey. He then moved away and into a hallway where there were considerably fewer people. There were still many, but a lot more breathable than the living room which they had transformed into a pill mill dance floor. He leaned back onto a wall, and simply enjoyed the burning feeling of alcohol running down his throat and sinking into his stomach.

>><<

And I see you, you with him

I start to drift off, nothing left but me and my thoughts

Does she even know that I exist?

I close my eyes and count to 10

I need to stop overthinking this

>><<

That was, until, he noticed something. Less of something, more of someone. And not just anyone either. It was you. You with him. You had a large smile on your face as your arms were wrapped around him. He seemed less enthusiastic. But Richie didn’t care. He wasn’t the one that mattered. You were.

You looked stunning. Your smiling face was like artwork. Your outfit accented all the best parts of your figure. Your entire presence just seemed to render him breathless. When he saw you, his dopamine rose, but just as quickly, it dropped.

Because along with your beauty came the thoughts he tried running away from. All the insecurities he tried to bury. The “Do they even remember my name?"s and the "Do they even care?"s. All questions he both knew and dreaded the answers to.

He turned away, tipping his glass into his mouth and downing the remaining liquid. Ignoring the burning, he rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and leaning over the sink. His eyes watered and his fists clenched. He couldn’t escape you, no matter how hard he tried.

>><<

I would ask you to take me as I am

But it won’t do any good

Because what you see isn’t who I am

I would show you if I could

>><<

Richie dropped his bike on the ground, not caring about the damage it took. He climbed through his window and shut it behind him, dropping on his bed afterward. His eyes stayed stuck to the ceiling, even when they began to pour out tears. He always tried not to cry. To keep his feelings bottled inside so no one would ever figure anything out. But quite honestly, he was so fed up he didn’t care.

What started as an innocent child crush became life-consuming and destructive. He was so in love with you that it was beginning to physically pain him to not be with you. He wanted nothing more than to call you his and you call him yours, but it could never be that way, and that’s what stung the most.

He got up, tears still running down his cheeks, and sat at his desk, pulling out a black, leather-covered book and a pen. He sniffled and opened to a blank page, doing the only thing he could ever seem to do right. The words seemed to flow out of him just as easily as his tears did. And he hoped he could turn his own pain into a masterpiece others could enjoy.

>><<

I change the way I speak

And how I act and what I say

'Cause I’m afraid that you won’t like me any other way

And I use humor to mask my insecurities

>><<

The sun was slowly rising, and so was Richie. He had stayed up all night, channeling his teenage angst into an even angstier song. He wasn’t sure how good it was. He became semi-delirious after four hours of nonstop writing, erasing, revising, and repeating. He wanted to go over it with fresh eyes, so when he was waking and deciding to be a functioning human being, he skimmed it over.

Maybe it wasn’t his most amazing piece, but with a solid beat, it could be something he was proud of. His strong suit, however, was never instrumentals. He was good with a guitar when he was told what to do and he could beat the drums if you told him how, but that’s as far as his talent reached.

He needed reinforcements. People who were good at creating tunes for words. People who wouldn’t make fun of his vulnerability. People he could trust. And those people were his bandmates, The Losers. He stood and opened his bedroom door, walking down the hall to his phone and dialing Bill’s number.

"Hello?” A deep voice he recognized as Bill’s father chimed.

“Hi, can I speak to Bill?” Richie asked. He heard Bill’s dad call out his name and then waited patiently for the signal that the line had been switched.

“H-hello?” Bill asked.

“Hey, it’s Richie. I threw together a song last night. Would you mind calling up the others and heading over to see what we can do with it?” Richie asked.

“Yeah, s-sure. I’ll gather them and h-h-head over soon.” Bill replied.

“Thanks. See you in a bit.”

“See ya.”

>><<

So, I try to be funny all the time

And look at me now

Stumbling over the words of a song I wrote for you

A song you’ll probably never hear

>><<

Hours had passed and Richie was restless. The Losers had come over and after they all read over what he had written, it seemed everyone was on board with it being a solo song to a soft ukulele beat. He was the only one who seemed opposed to this. He wanted it to be loud because it would distract from the true meaning of the lyrics, but they wouldn’t let him.

So, they spent the next chunk of the day plucking at the strings of a ukulele, figuring out what sounded good and what didn’t. It took a long time but once they got all the chords down, they forced the small guitar onto Richie and waited tentatively. He looked at their prying eyes before sighing and starting on the first chord. He found it easy to play the song and sing, and quite honestly really enjoyed how the song fit the strums.

You had been walking down the street when you heard the melody. The voice sounded familiar and pleasant to your ears. You stayed hidden from the opening of the garage, not wanting to interrupt what might have been a tender moment. You closed your eyes and began to really listen to the lyrics, analyzing them and what they might mean to the singer.

>><<

Because I’m too ashamed and too afraid

What kind of person writes a song

About a girl he’s barely spoken to?

I close my eyes and count to 10

>><<

Richie finished the song on a perfect note, causing everyone to clap. They smiled at him, and some even hugged him.

“That was really good Richie. I’m honestly surprised you put that much vulnerability in a song.” Beverly said. Richie shrugged, his cheeks becoming red from embarrassment.

“Trust me Bev, I’m as surprised as you are.” He replied. She laughed.

“I know I wasn’t the one singing but man am I parched. Mind if I raid your fridge?” Mike asked. Richie nodded.

“Go right on ahead.” He replied.

“Anyone joining me?” Mike asked. Everyone but Richie volunteered. He didn’t mind though. Being alone after performing a song like that might’ve done him some good. He watched as the six teenagers funneled into his house with a small smile. However, that quickly fell when the door shut and he heard more clapping. He turned, and almost screamed out loud when he saw you leaning on the frame of the opening.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” He asked, setting the ukulele down and standing upright. You shrugged and stuffed your hands in your pockets.

“Just strolling around the neighborhood. I needed to clear my head. Then, I heard the telltale voice of Richie Tozier, but not in the way it usually is. Instead of loud and over electric guitar, it was soft and over a ukulele. Singing a song about a situation that sounds a bit familiar. Imagine that.” You said. Richie swallowed before looking at his shoes. Maybe it was time to come clean. It’s not like he could go back now. You already knew who it was about so what else did he have to lose?

“Look (Y/n)… I needed to get these feelings out, and I didn’t know how else to do it other than writing a song. I know you’re with (Bf/n) and I wasn’t trying to accomplish anything with this I just… Maybe it’ll help me get over you.” He said, avoiding eye contact the entire time. You sighed.

“(Bf/n) cheated on me last night at the party.” You said. Richie looked up, his jaw dropped.

“He… Oh wow… I’m so sorry.” Richie replied, trying to form the best response he could. You shrugged.

“He tried to blame it on me. Said it was my fault for giving you 'googly eyes’ all the time.” You replied. Richie scoffed.

“That sounds just like (Bf/n). I really am sorry (Y/n).” Richie said. You gave a sad smile.

“No… It’s okay. He was bad for me anyway. I really only dated him because I didn’t think the guy I did like returned my feelings.” You said. Richie nodded.

“Well, on the bright side you can figure out if the other guy does like you.” He replied. He was hurt, but he would mask it. The last thing you needed on your plate was his stupid feelings. At least that’s what he thought. He was proven wrong yet again though, for you gave a small laugh and did something he never would have expected. You kissed his cheek.

“I already figured that out, Tozier.”

>><<

I need to stop overthinking you

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canislupus-exe · 3 years

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Name | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/yourreactiongifs on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (16) Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | Anonymous, @beepbeeprichtozier

warnings | Mild swearing

word count | 763

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi! I absolutely love your work and was wondering if I could request a Richie x reader where the reader is the most popular person in school and secretly has a crush on Richie and like Rich not even thinking they knew he existed. It would mean the world to me tysm :))

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Richie watched you from afar. You held your book in your hands as you talked with your friends, laughing at a joke one of them had just told. Richie loved that laugh so much. One day, he wanted to be the reason for you to let out that angelic laugh. He knew it was unlikely though.

You see, you were one of the most popular kids in school. Everyone knew who you were and everyone loved you. You were a very kind person who cared about the well-being of everything. I mean, even Henry had a soft spot for you. He still made sexual advances at you like every other person, but he was definitely less of an asshole.

This was why Richie knew he could never be with you. Why in the world would a person like you, perfect in every way, go for a guy like him, loud and foul-mouthed? It was impossible. Yet, it wasn’t.

In fact, you had just about the biggest crush on him. You didn’t talk to him but you often found him catching your eye. He was interesting, in a way. His crude jokes and vulgar personality were something you just found striking. It was seemingly odd but still the truth.

“Oh my God. That loser keeps staring at you, (Y/n).” One of your friends said as she rolled her eyes. You raised your eyebrows and turned in the direction she was looking.

“Who?” You asked, still searching for the culprit.

“That one… God, what’s his name? Ugh, I don’t know… I think they call him Bucky Beaver or something.” She replied. You chewed on your lip.

“Wait, are you talking about Richie?” You asked. She scoffed.

“Oh come on (Y/n), you don’t actually know his name, right?” She asked. You laughed quietly.

“Well of course I do. I have him in almost all of my classes.” You replied. She sighed.

“Whatever. All I know is that he keeps staring at you and the bell is about to ring so I need to get to class. See ya later (Y/n).” She said. You muttered a quick bye and began to make your way to your math class.

>> timeskip <<

“Listening in on your conversations yesterday disappointed me. You veered off-topic so instead of working with your shoulder partner, you’ll be working with the people behind you. Row one works with row two and row three works with row four. Please, try to surprise me.” Your teacher said. You laughed slightly before smiling. Richie sat in front of you. You leaned over and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I think that’s means we’re partners, Richie.” You said. He turned his head and stared at you in awe.

“You… You know my name?” He asked. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t get why that’s a surprise to everyone.” You replied. He closed his open mouth.

“Well, you’re like… The most popular person in school.” He muttered. You scoffed.

“Just because a lot of people know who I am doesn’t mean I just immediately ignore everyone who’s not in my friend group. I’m not that much of a stuck-up bitch.” You replied. His eyes widened.

“No. T-That’s not what I was insinuating at all! A-All I meant was-“

“Relax, okay? I’m just another human. No more, no less.” You interrupted. He swallowed and nodded.

“Right. Um… Shouldn’t we talk about… Quadratic equations or something?” He asked. You laughed.

“Do you want to talk about quadratic equations?” You asked.

“Not really.” He replied with a smile.

>> timeskip <<

You laughed as Richie made another one of his stupid impressions. You knew you should’ve been discussing the math topic but it was Richie Tozier for God’s sake. You couldn’t take anything seriously with him around. Before you were even able to get out one word on what x equaled, the bell was already ringing. You began to gather your things and called out for Richie.

“Hey, I don’t usually do this but… Maybe you wanted to go to the cinema with me this weekend?” You asked as you slung your bag over your shoulder. He immediately stopped what he was doing.

“Like… Like a date?” He asked. You shrugged.

“If that’s what you want it to be, then yeah.” You replied. He stared at you and you could feel the acid in your stomach beginning to churn. Maybe you had misread the situation.

“You don’t have to, it was just-“

“No! No I-I want to! I actually really want to! Are you… Are you sure?” He asked. You laughed.

“Yes, I’m sure, Richie.” You replied, beginning to walk out.

“Okay. I-I’ll pick you up at five then!” He called out, smiling as he replayed your voice in his head.

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That Was Never Delivered | stanley uris

YOU ARE READING PART TWO

>> gif credit to @/juliendouvier on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Stanley Uris

reader | They/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @romantic-insanity

warnings | Swearing

word count | 2,272

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc.), (h/h/t) = her, his, or their, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they

summary | hello there! idk if you do stan x reader but i'm requesting it anyways lol. so like y/n used live in Derry and even fought It with the losers but after that their family moved away. they came back though when they were like 16/17 and realize that after all this years they're still in love with stan? and they're like "well i don't have anything to lose" so they tell him and he likes them back and fluff? thanks

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You sighed as you stared at your ceiling. Your blanket was barely on you and even though you were cold, you had no intentions of adjusting it. The sun was bright through your window but you didn’t know that. You had done everything you could to mask its cheeriness. Today was just one of those days. One of those days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed, do nothing and listen to the sweet tunes of the radio.

A familiar beat met your ears and you couldn’t help but smile. You closed your eyes and began to sing along. As the words fell out of your mouth, you found yourself reminded of Stan.

“I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling

Gotta make you understand.” You sang, lightly tapping your foot on the bed.

“Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and desert you

Never gonna make you cry

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you.”

Except, that’s exactly what you had done. You had said goodbye. You had given him up. You had deserted him. You groaned loudly and pushed your face against your pillow. You were so wrapped up in your self-pity that you didn’t even notice that your (g/n) walked in until you felt the bed dip slightly beside you.

“(Y/n)…” (S/h/t) trailed off. You grunted, signaling (h/h/t) to continue.

“What’s wrong?” (S/h/t) asked. You sighed and moved your face away from your pillow.

“Nothing. I’m just not feeling very good.” You replied.

“It seems like your always ‘not feeling very good’. You’re unhappy here, aren’t you?” (S/h/t) asked.

“No, I’m fine (g/n). It’s probably just because I’m getting older.” You mumbled. (S/h/t) raised (h/h/t) eyebrows before standing up.

“Oh, okay. If that’s the case then I guess you’d still be out of it if we moved back to Derry.” (S/h/t) said as she began to walk away. As soon as the words reached your ears, you sat bolt upright.

“Pardon?” You asked, not believing what you had just heard. Your (g/n) smiled.

“Well, I overheard my boss saying that he was letting some people go because of budget cuts. I thought it’d be nice if we sold all this fancy stuff and bought the next ticket to Maine, but, since it’s just ‘getting older’, I’m sure you’ll still be sad there.” (S/h/t) said. (S/h/t) began to open the door but before (s/h/t) could leave, you stumbled out of your bed.

“No! No no no no no! I hate it here! I hate the stupid school! I hate the stupid people! I hate the stupid stores! All of it! I just hate New York!” You shouted frantically. (S/h/t) laughed.

“Then you better help me move all this furniture outside.” (S/h/t) replied. You raised your eyebrows.

“Wait, why are we selling the furniture?” You asked.

“Well I called some old friends who still live in Derry and it turns out that no one even moved into the old house.” (S/h/t) answered.

“So it’s just been empty for all these years?” You questioned. (S/h/t) nodded.

“Empty except for everything we left there.”

>> timeskip <<

You smiled as your old house came into view. The wall’s paint was slightly peeling and the weeds were overgrowing but it was still so beautiful. Perhaps you only thought this because you had missed it so much, but either way, you were more than ecstatic to be there.

As soon as the car came to a not-so complete stop, you rushed out. Your feet hit the pavement and you found yourself running to the front door. You pushed it open with blunt force, laughing childishly as you jumped on your old couch. You stretched and smiled before a thought crossed your mind. M.B.

You got up faster than you ever had and ran outside, almost knocking your (g/n) over. You turned the corner of your house and ran to the back. It was surreal, honestly. Seeing your bike there, slightly rusted and leaning against the wall. The bike that had meant so much to you but you had to let go of was right there. You grasped the handlebars and could feel yourself about to start crying. Wow, (Y/n), crying over a bike. Nice.

You swung your leg over it and situated yourself, smiling at the foreign yet familiar feeling of the seat underneath you. You lifted the kickstand and pushed on the pedals ever so slightly. You began to ride away from the spot it had rested for years. You circled around your house once before slowing down as something caught your eye. You glanced through the window of your old bedroom and saw a folded piece of paper on the floor. Huh, I guess it fell out of one of my boxes when I was moving them. Wonder what it is?

You dismounted your bike and popped open the window, remembering that you always left it unlocked which probably wasn’t the best idea. You were kinda glad, it saved you the time of having to walk all the way back around. You steadied yourself and walked to the paper, picking it up and unfolding it. As your eyes began to scan it, your heart began to speed up.

Dear Stanley,

I guess I’m just gonna get all of this off my chest straight away. I’m moving to New York so I’m probably never going to see you again. I know, it sucks. I know I should’ve told you and the Losers in person but I guess… I guess I just didn’t have the courage. For me, writing this seems a lot easier than having to tell you face to face. But this is less of a farewell letter and more of a confession.

You see, I think I’m in love with you. Well actually, I know I’m in love with you. It all started the first day I met you when you asked if I wanted to be a part of the Loser’s Club. It didn’t mean much at first but as time progressed, I found myself so infatuated with you. I used to tell myself that it was just as best friends and nothing more, but I knew better than that.

I knew every time I looked at you and my heart sped up, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew every time you said my name and I had to look away because I turned so red, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. I knew that every time you touched me and I got that stupid knot in my stomach, it wasn’t just because you were my best friend. None of it was because you were my best friend. God this must sound so cheesy.

I don’t know if you ever returned my feelings, and I suppose I never will. Maybe I’m doing this because I don’t want to live with the constant reminder that I never did anything. That I never took the leap. By the time you read this, I’ll probably be halfway to New York. By the time you forgot about this, I’ll probably have forgotten you. I doubt that, though. I don’t think I could ever forget you. Not with a face like yours I couldn’t. If that’s the case then it’ll be really easy for you to forget me. There’s not much worth remembering anyway.

So here I am, at seven in the morning spending hours on writing a stupid love letter that you’ll probably just end up throwing away in seconds and reminiscing about the time we spent together. I’m sleep-deprived and running on nothing but coffee and pure adrenaline, so here’s to me, the person who was so scared of opening their mouth that they’ll never know whether he liked them back or not.

~(Y/n)<3

As you finished reading it, your throat became dry. Four years ago you had spent so much time crafting this letter and here it was, sitting on your bedroom floor, rotting away with no one to appreciate it. You checked your watch and closed your eyes. You had to give this to him. You couldn’t just let this go to waste. Not again. You climbed out of your window and onto your bike. If the Losers were still the Losers, then you knew exactly where they’d be.

>> timeskip <<

You brought your bike to a stop behind the trees. You could see your friends from afar, drenched from head to toe in water. You smiled as you watched Eddie hold Richie underneath the water, and laughed as Bill tried to pull him away. Then there was Mike and Ben, innocently floating in the background. You couldn’t help but notice that someone was missing.

“Hey fellas, you wouldn’t know where I could find a boy named Stan, would you?” You asked, revealing yourself from the woods. They glanced at you nonchalantly before abruptly stopping what they were doing. They stared with open mouths as Richie popped back up from the water, coughing.

“What? Did I miss - Holy fuck! (Y/n) is that you?” He asked as he wiped the water from his eyes. You raised your eyebrows.

“How can you see me? Don’t tell me you’re wearing contacts?” You asked. He smirked.

“Yeah, I am. Kinda glad too, or else I wouldn’t be able to see that fine ass of yours. What are you doing looking for a square like Stan anyways?” He asked. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“That’s none of your business, Richie. All you need to know is that I’m looking for him.” You replied. He laughed.

“He said he saw a Mockingbird. Odds are he’s at his house obsessing over it.” He said with a shrug. You smiled.

“Thanks. I’ll see you guys later. Next time your gonna do a group hangout, I’m sure my number hasn’t changed.” You called out as you walked back to your bike.

>> timeskip <<

The large house came into view and you could already feel your heart speeding up. You gripped your handlebars until your knuckles turned white. This is it. You exhaled and placed the kickstand down. After grabbing the letter from your pocket, you walked to the front door. You swallowed the lump in your throat and knocked. You could hear footsteps from the other side and held your breath as it opened.

“Hello, can I - (Y/n)?” Stan’s father said as he opened the door. You smiled.

“Hi Don, long time no see, huh?” You asked. He smiled and embraced you.

“Yes, too long actually. What are you doing back?” He asked as he pulled away.

“(G/n) thought it’d be nice to move back. Is uh, is Stan home?” You asked. He nodded and opened the door for you to come in. He lead you to Stan’s room, even though you still remembered how to get there. You nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek as he opened the door.

“Stanley, there’s someone here to see you,” Don said. Stan didn’t even move.

“Who is it?” He asked. You laughed.

“Why don’t you turn around and look.” You said. After hearing you, he turned around immediately. His eyes were wide as he stared at you.

“(Y/n)?” He asked. You smiled. Stan stood up and rushed towards you, engulfing you in the tightest hug you had ever experienced. As you hugged him back, you could hear his dad shutting the door. Minutes passed by with nothing but sweet silence and the amazing smell of pine trees that Stan always seemed to emit. After he pulled away, he gave you a smile like never before.

“Hi.” He breathed out. You laughed.

“Hi.” You replied. Stan pulled away entirely but kept holding on to your shoulders. You looked down at your hands, the letter still firmly in your grip. You glanced up and sighed.

“Listen, before I get cold feet and end up not doing this I… I need you to read this.” You said and handed him the paper. He raised his eyebrows but unfolded it. You began to breathe faster as you watched his eyes read over the words. His face stayed stoic. After about two minutes, he looked at you. Before he could speak, you spoke first.

“I wrote that before I left. I put it inside the book I gave you, but I guess it fell out. I came here today so I could give it to you for laughs, but… but then you hugged me and all those stupid middle school feelings came rushing back. I thought maybe after four years away from you, I’d be fine but I’m not. I still love you.” You said. Stan stared at you as you covered your face, too embarrassed to let him see you. Nothing was said, and you knew this was a bad sign. You sighed.

“And you know, now that I’ve just got here and you obviously don’t return my feelings, we can just start over.” You said, your words still muffled by your hands.

You could feel Stan grab your wrists, moving them away from your face. You tried to keep your eyes on the floor but found it impossible when he grabbed your chin and lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. He lightly brought your face closer to his, pressing your lips together.

It was an understatement to say you were surprised. You were bewildered. Befuddled. You were just about every word in the dictionary at this point, but that didn’t stop you from kissing back. He moved his hands to your hips and pulled you in closer, causing you to wrap yours around his neck. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity but you knew that your breath wouldn’t, so you pulled away. Stan smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You finally opened your mouth and found out that he did, in fact, like you back.”

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The Love Letter | stanley uris

YOU ARE READING PART ONE

>> gif credit to @/prismaticplastic on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Stanley Uris

reader | They/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @romantic-insanity

warnings | Swearing, slightly angsty

word count | 2,976

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (f/c) = favorite color, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc.), (h/h/t) = her, his, or their, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they, (w/t) = writing type (messy, cursive, neat…etc.)

summary | hello there! idk if you do stan x reader but i’m requesting it anyways lol. so like y/n used live in Derry and even fought It with the losers but after that their family moved away. they came back though when they were like 16/17 and realize that after all this years they're still in love with stan? and they're like “well i don’t have anything to lose” so they tell him and he likes them back and fluff? thanks sweetie💕

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You swallowed as you looked out your window. It was nice outside. The sun shone through bits of the clouds, making it sunny but not too hot. You exhaled and checked the time. 9:42, the clock read. Yes, an odd time for a 13-year-old to be awake on a Saturday morning but, the truth was, you hadn’t even slept.

Today was like no other, seldom one thing. Just the night before, you had defeated the thing you called It. That was why you hadn’t slept a wink. The feel of Its breath on the back of your neck still seemed to haunt you, even if you knew you wouldn’t see It for another 27 years. You closed your eyes. You had to get this thing out of your head. You’d never move on if you didn’t. It took you a while to decide what you were going to do, but you were quite satisfied when you came up with it. You stood, working a smile on your face. After getting dressed you grabbed a pair of (f/c) high tops. If one thing could get your mind off of this clown, it would be the friends who helped you kill It.

You opened your door and walked out, searching for your (g/n). After looking in the kitchen, you could see the tip of (h/h/t) shoe through the entrance leading to the living room. You peeked your head through, watching as (s/h/t) sipped (h/h/t) coffee.

“Hey (g/n), can I hang out with my friends today?” You asked. (S/h/t) glanced at you before checking (h/h/t) watch.

“Isn’t it a bit early for you to even be up?” (S/h/t) asked. You shrugged.

“Yeah. Guess I just wanted to get an early start. Can I go?” You pleaded on. (S/h/t) smiled.

“Sure. Be home by eight, though.” (S/h/t) replied. You cheered.

“Thanks (g/n)! Love you!” You called as you ran to the phone. You picked up the receiver, dialing the first set of the six numbers you needed to call.

>> timeskip <<

You smiled as the wind nipped at your face. It was great, really. Nothing but you and your bike, M.B. Yes, you named your bike M.B. It had a meaning, of course. It stood for Mockingbird. You chose this name because of how you first met the Losers.

>> flashback <<

You sighed and held onto the straps of your bag. It was really great to start your first day at a new school pissing off the most popular girl there. I mean, how were you supposed to know that she sat there every day? You sighed as you walked towards the bike rack.

When you got there, you were surprised to see four boys standing by a bike. There was a small one who was looking at the bike with mild curiosity, one who was trying very hard to get close but was held back by a third boy, and a fourth one who you couldn’t exactly see. You began to walk forward and as you did, you could hear the fourth one say something.

“I swear to all things holy Richie, if you ruin this for me I will actually slit your throat.” He muttered. You raised your eyebrows but decided against finding out what they were doing. You began to walk closer and noticed something. It was your bike they were surrounding.

“Um, can I help you?” You asked. They turned towards you, not expecting you to be there. Well, most of them did, the fourth one continued to stare at your bike.

“Is this your bike?” He asked.

“Yeah. Mind telling me why you guys were staring at it?” You replied.

“I’ve never seen a mockingbird before. I never thought I would, but here one is, completely silent and sitting on your handlebars.” He answered. You raised your eyebrows.

“What, are you a bird watcher or something?” You asked. The third boy nodded.

“H-He is actually.” He replied. You sighed.

“Whatever. Can I just get my bike now?” You asked, annoyance starting to build in your voice.

“Well Jesus, what bit you in the ass?” The second one asked. You glared.

“I’m sorry, is it wrong for someone to want their bike so they can go home?” You retaliated. He scoffed.

“No, but you don’t have to be a bitch about it.” He replied.

“I can be a bitch if I want to. It’s my bike you know!” You shouted.

“Yeah well-“

“Shut up Richie.” The fourth boy interrupted. The second boy, apparently named Richie, looked at him.

“Now you’re taking sides?” He exclaimed. The fourth boy turned around and you saw him fully. You remembered his face vaguely. He was in your third hour. Dan maybe?

“I’m not taking sides.” He replied.

“If you tell me to shut up and don’t tell them to shut up then you’re taking sides!“ Richie shouted. The fourth boy rolled his eyes before looking at you.

“I’m sorry if this was an inconvenience. I’m Stan, by the way.” He said. Stan, not Dan.

“(Y/n).” You replied skeptically. The other three boys stared at you.

“That’s who you are!” The small one shouted. You glanced at him.

“Pardon?” You asked.

“Greta Keene dumped her lunch on you because you wouldn’t get out of her seat!” He shouted. Your face turned red in embarrassment as you looked at your shoes.

“Well, I’m glad this is how everyone is going to remember me.” You mumbled and put your hands over your face. You were expecting them to laugh and walk away but they stood where they started.

“W-Well (Y/n), since Greta’s no-now against you, you probably won’t make any f-f-friends.” The third boy said. You lifted your head and glared at him.

“Thanks for rubbing it in.” You replied.

“I d-didn’t mean it that way. What I meant to say w-w-was… I m-meant to-to say-”

“What he meant to say was that we could be your friends.” Stan finished, seeing as the stuttering boy was having trouble doing it himself.

“We’re the Losers. We’re targeted a lot by the jerks, such as Greta and Henry, but we stick together. Most of us were outsiders or new kids who didn’t fit in, so we thought we’d make a group where anyone who was rejected could feel like they had a place. A meaning.” Stan said.

“Well way to go all sentimental and shit, Stanley. You could’ve just said no one likes us.” Richie replied. You pursed your lips to suppress a laugh as Stan glared at him. After a few seconds, he turned to you.

“What do you say?” Stan asked. You glanced at everyone else. They seemed nice enough, but did you really want to be dubbed a loser?

“I’ll think about it.” You replied, walking to your bike.

>> end of flashback <<

You hadn’t even really thought about it. The next day, you just sat with them at lunch and you bonded from there. Richie had adapted to calling you a bitch, but it was all in good humor. You got very close to them, Stan in particular. He became your best friend. Over time, you had wished he’d become more than that, but you pushed those feelings aside. You were just glad you had people who actually liked you.

Your friendship was like no other, and it couldn’t be stronger. At least, that’s what you thought. After the defeat of Pennywise, that’s exactly what happened. It got stronger. Once you all linked blood-covered hands, you were so much closer. That’s why you had to keep that friendship thriving. With Beverly moving today, there would only be six others, not including yourself.

You knew that at some point, life would get in the way. If it would be leaving town, growing up, or just plain falling out of friendship, you didn’t know, but what you did know was that you had to make the most of it while you could. You smiled and draped your foot close to the floor, sliding it through the dirt to slow down. You inhaled the fresh scent of pine and water. The scent of the quarry. The scent of childhood. You walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, dangling your feet over. It wasn’t long before you heard the crunching of rocks. You glanced over your shoulder, meeting the faces of your friends.

“Took you long enough.” You said as you stood up. They began to get off their bikes, their faces either grim or tired. You frowned.

“Come on guys! What’s with the long faces?” You asked. Bill glanced at the others. You knew what was wrong.

“Really? You’re still thinking of that stupid clown? Look, he’s gone. We don’t have to worry about him for another 27 years, okay? You’re not gonna let him eat away the rest of your childhood too, right?” You shouted. Still, there was not so much as another pause of silence. You sighed before stripping to nothing but your undergarments.

“Fine. You all can be pansies and stay up here and have no fun while I, go down there and have the best time I’ve had in a long time. Feel free to join me anytime you like.” You said with a shrug. You turned around and pushed yourself off the cliff. The cold water hit your skin with a splash. You resurfaced and rubbed the water from your eyes, staring at the boys above you. A knowing smirk laid upon your face as you watched them undress. All they needed was a little push. After they all jumped down, it was like the youth just flooded back into them. They smiled and laughed and splashed each other with the water. Nothing but good vibes were being shared, and that was just what you needed.

>> timeskip <<

You sighed as you looked at the moon. Its light shone on those of you who were left. Both Ben and Mike had to be home by six, and Eddie had just left a few minutes ago, leaving only you, Stan, Bill, and Richie. You knew that it was getting late and you should probably be heading home, but you felt so serene. It was beyond peaceful and you really didn’t want to leave that, but you knew you had to eventually.

“What time is it?” You asked. Bill checked his watch.

“7:46.” He replied. You groaned and sat up.

“I gotta be home by eight. I’ll see you guys later, okay?” You said as you stood up. You grabbed everything and made your way to your bike. You began to mount it when you heard footsteps.

“I’ll ride with you.” Someone said from behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Stan.

“I can manage.” You replied with a smile. He returned it but continued to get on his bike anyway.

“I know you can, but after what we went through yesterday, I don’t think going home alone is the best idea.” He said. You looked down before nodding.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You replied. You slowly began to petal away, waving goodbye to Bill and Richie. You could hear Stan behind you, slightly comforted by the noise. It wasn’t long before you reached your house. You sighed and got off your bike.

“Bye (Y/n)!” Stan called as you dropped your bike on your front lawn. You turned and waved.

“See ya later Stanley.” You replied as he rode away. You began to walk up the front porch stairs and grabbed your key from your pocket. You slipped it in the lock and turned it, opening the door with ease. After taking off your shoes, you made your way into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and grabbed some plastic containers.

“(Y/n)? Is that you?” Someone called.

“Yeah (g/n), it’s me.” You replied. You could hear (h/h/t) making (h/h/t) way down the stairs.

“I have some good news.” (S/h/t) said as (s/h/t) stood in the doorway.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“You know that job I’ve been trying to get for ages? The one in New York?” (S/h/t) asked. You stopped scooping mashed potatoes onto your plate, fearing what (s/h/t) was going to say next.

“Yeah…” You trailed off. (S/h/t) clasped (h/h/t) hands together.

“I finally got it! We’re moving to New York (Y/n)!” (S/h/t) shouted. Your eyes widened and your throat got dry.

“We’re moving? When?” You asked frantically.

“As soon as we can, so you need to start packing when you wake up tomorrow.” (S/h/t) replied, (h/h/t) voice happier than it ever was. You stood in the same place, your heart slowly stopping as you realized what had just happened. You were moving. Moving away from the place you called home. Moving away from the place you had built a family. Moving away from the place where you had fallen in love. Moving away, and never going back. Even when your (g/n) went back up the stairs, you still stood there, not wanting to accept the truth.

>> timeskip <<

You had finished packing at an alarming rate. You were never really into material things, so you were able to compact everything into four boxes. The first was labeled Clothes, the second was labeled Books, the third was labeled Cassettes, and the fourth was labeled Others. Once you finished, you had spent the remainder of the day chewing your fingernails and deciding whether or not you were going to tell Stan about your feelings. And if you were, how? You could tell him face to face, but would you be able to handle the rejection? You could send someone else to do it, but who? You could call him, but wasn’t that a bit insensitive? There were so many possibilities, but none were appealing.

After tossing around ideas for more than two hours, you finally decided on something. You’d write him a letter. You’d pour out your feelings on paper, tuck it into a book, give it to him as a going-away present, and when he’d open it, he’d read it. It wasn’t exactly brilliant but it was a lot better than the other ideas you had thought of. You sighed and sat up, making your way to your box of Others and pulling out the necessary materials.

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It was now 7:03 in the morning. You were running on zero hours of sleep, six cups of coffee, and had made 17 failed attempts to write this stupid letter, but you finally did it. You finally found the right words to explain how much you loved this stupid boy. You exhaled as your eyes drifted over the page one more time. You were finally content with what you had written. You swallowed the large lump in your throat and opened your box of books. You had to find one that looked moderately new and would be about something he enjoyed. You were pretty sure you had a book about birds somewhere in there.

You smiled after you came across one titled The Bird Boy’s Guide to All Things Mockingbirds. You folded the letter and slipped it into the pages neatly, making sure it wasn’t too close to the front or too close to the back. You grabbed the pen and opened the front cover. In your (w/t) scrawl, you wrote the words To: Stanley, From: (Y/n).

You sighed as you looked at it. You really wanted to do better but given the short notice, this was the best you had. If it were up to you, you wouldn’t even be moving. This was not something you wanted to do on any level. But alas, it was not your choice and you had to do what was best for your family. You closed your eyes and realized that you didn’t even know when you had to go.

“Hey (g/n), when are we leaving?” You shouted.

“Well, I have to finish packing all the kitchenware, and that will take quite a while. Plus, I’ve still got to order the U-Haul to transport the furniture so probably late tomorrow evening.” (S/h/t) replied. You groaned. Really? That soon? I guess I’ll just have to do it tonight.

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And then it was tonight. It was like the entirety of your day was just cut out for time. You stared at the book in your hands, not wanting to accept the fact that if you didn’t deliver it tonight, you’d never get to give it to him. You swallowed and checked your watch. 9:24. Now or never, you thought as you tightened your grip on the spine. You walked outside and grabbed your bike, securing the book under your arm. After a while of riding, you came to his house.

The mailbox was right there. All you had to do was slide it in. You chewed on your lip as you opened it. It was a tight fit but if you curled the pages slightly, it went right in. You closed the opening and sighed. That’s it. You officially had no more business in Derry. You began to ride back to your house, only glancing over your shoulder once. As you reached your front door, you saw your (g/n) moving a box to the van. She placed it in the back and closed the door.

“Alrighty. That’s everything. Hop in so we can get to New York.” (S/h/t) said. You raised your eyebrows.

“What about all the furniture?” You asked.

“The U-Hauls were too expensive. I’ll just replace everything when we get to The Big Apple. Now come on, I wanna get there early.” (S/h/t) replied as (s/h/t) got in the front seat. You looked at your bike. You sighed. There was no way you were going to fit M.B. into the back seat. You rolled it to the back of your old home and leaned it on the wall, leaving it for the next owners to find. You walked to the van and got in. After buckling your seatbelt, you closed your eyes.

The wheels slowly began to move and you knew you’d never see this place again. As your mind pounded against your skull, you had no idea that the love letter you’d poured your heart and soul into had fallen out of the pages of the book and was now laying on the floor of your old bedroom.

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Weak | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/sheismadmax on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Swearing

word count | 520

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (o/n) = offensive name (whore, fatass, freak…etc.)

summary | Could you do a Richie x reader, where they are quiet and shy and all, and the Losers are all protective of them. But one day some kid is bothering Richie, and they just punch him in the face before walking away all dramatic like? And the Losers are all just… shook

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“Yeah, I heard him talking and he’s just such a fucking asshole. And I don’t mean a cool asshole like me, he’s just an asshole.” Richie said as he kicked a rock out of his way. Bill nodded. You swallowed and looked at your hands.

They were talking about the new kid, Danny. He was in your third period but you didn’t pay attention to him. You didn’t really pay attention to anyone but your friends. Hell, you barely even paid attention to them.

“(Y/n), what do you think?” Richie asked. You glanced up and shrugged.

“Well, I haven’t met him so I can’t really say.” You replied quietly. He frowned

“But haven’t you heard him talk? Just the sound of his voice makes me want to pull out my eardrums.” Richie said. Stan scoffed.

“Well, now you finally know how we feel,” Stan said. Richie glared and flipped him off. You kept silent, watching as Stan and Richie bickered. When they argued, it usually made others annoyed or angered but for you, it made you feel happy. You got a bit anxious at times, but if Richie and Stan were fighting, then everything would be okay. It was weird, yes, but that’s just how it was.

“Yo!” There was a shout that made them stop and turn around, along with everyone else. It was the boy Richie was talking about.

“I need some money for the arcade, and I know you guys are the Losers, so cough up whatever you have, (o/n).” He said as he pointed to you. When he called you this, it barely phased you. You were called this more often than not, so you simply got used to it. You began to open up your bag when Richie spoke.

“(Y/n)! You’re not seriously gonna give this dick hole your money, right?” He asked. Danny growled.

“Why don’t you shut your fucking mouth, four-eyes!” He shouted. That, however, made your blood boil. People could call you whatever they wanted, they could drag your name through the dirt and back, but if someone insulted Richie, then, it was a big fucking problem.

“Don’t talk to him like that.” You said. Richie turned his head to you with raised eyebrows as Danny scoffed.

“Or what? You won’t do anything. You’re just as weak as them, if not weaker.” He replied. You closed your eyes, anger seeping from every pore in your body. Before you could even process what you were doing, although, even if you had, you probably still would’ve done it, you leered back your fist and launched it straight into his nose. He staggered for a few seconds before grabbing it. He pulled his hand away and gasped.

“Holy shit! I think they broke my fucking nose!” He shouted as he bent over in pain. You inhaled sharply and spit on him, feeling very confident that he wouldn’t insult Richie again. You straightened your posture and began to walk away. The others stared at you as you began to walk off, their mouths agape, their eyes wide, and not even comprehending that you were leaving them.

“Okay, I’m just gonna say what we’re all thinking. What. The fuck.”

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canislupus-exe · 4 years

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Loverboy | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @/eggobitch on tumblr

warnings | Swearing

word count | 383

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hi love! Hope this isn’t to much to ask but could I possibly get a Richie tozier x reader where he’s very sweet and fluffy? Kinda like the side we don’t see very often, Richie being kind and gentle and the rest of the losers make fun of him for being so sappy with you lol. Thank you so much! Much love <3

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“Pay attention (Y/n)! You’re gonna end up hurting yourself!” Richie shouted from his bike. You rolled your eyes and pedaled faster.

“Jeez Richie, you worry more about me than Eddie’s mom worry’s about him, and that’s saying a lot!” You shouted behind you. The others laughed as he scoffed.

“Why should I be ashamed of that? You’re my partner and I need to make sure you’re protected at all times!” He replied. You looked at him as he rode his bike next to you.

“Hey, keep your eyes in front of you! I wouldn’t want my hotness to be the reason for you hurting yourself!” He called. You gripped your handlebars tighter. Yeah, he was just looking out for your well being, but he could be so embarrassing! I mean, can’t he just look out for you in a non-motherly way? He doesn’t have to be this exaggerated. Catching yourself in your own thoughts, your tire ran over a rock. The sudden bump caused you to quickly turn and in the next moment, you found yourself on the floor. You stuck out your palms to soften the blow but that only resulted in them getting scratched up severely.

“(Y/n)! Oh my God!” Richie shouted from behind you. You could hear his bike hit the floor and the sound of his quick footsteps. You grunted and lightly sat up. Richie kneeled next to you and grabbed your face, looking straight into your eyes. After examining your face for a few seconds he moved to your arms.

“Are you okay? Jesus, I told you to be careful!” He said and looked at your hands. You rolled your eyes and smiled. You rubbed your hands on your bottoms.

“I’m fine Rich, it’s just a couple of scratches.” You said and tried to stand up, but Richie held up his hand. You raised an eyebrow as he grabbed your wrists. He pulled you up and kissed both of your cheeks. The others snickered loudly.

“Save it for the bedroom, loverboy!” Eddie shouted. Richie glared and flipped him off, but other than that seemed completely unfazed. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek again. You laughed and hugged him back. So yeah, Richie was overprotective and extremely sweet, but you’d choose that over the asshole he was to everyone else any day.

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canislupus-exe · 4 years

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Distraction | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @piercetheholyklare

warnings | Swearing, slightly angsty

word count | 1,267

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | hI!!! IVE READ ALL YOUR WORKS AND I ENJOYED IT!!! yOURE REALLY COOL. Can you do a Richie Tozier X Reader?? where the reader loves richie but he doesn’t know and THen richie got a new girlfriend and the losers didnt like her?? and the reader’s like avoid richie and then BAM richie realizes he loves the reader and FLUFF idk im bad with these

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You grabbed your backpack and hung the strap on your shoulder, groaning as the heavy bag made you lose your balance. After slowly grasping the desk, you slipped on the other strap. It made you feel dizzy as you walked out of the class, your pounding migraine not helping in the slightest.

You slowly walked to your locker. The voices around you seemed to be magnified by a million and your locker had to be at least ten feet miles away. Using all of your might, you dragged your feet across the hallway. You kept your eyes down, fearing that if you looked up, you’d see the one thing that broke you down. You swallowed and opened your locker. After closing it, you couldn’t help it. You had to look up. Although after you did, you regretted it so much.

There he was. There she was. There they were. The most talked-about couple at Derry high school. Richie Tozier and… and her. You couldn’t even bear to speak her name. He was kissing her, very passionately might I add. Her hips were placed firmly in his hands, bringing her as close as she could get. Her hands were wrapped around his neck, dragging him down to her height. You could already feel tears brimming. You swallowed the lump in your throat and shut your locker, fighting the urge to walk over there and scream at both of them.

“(Y/n)! There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for… (Y/n)?”

You looked up and wiped the fresh tears from your eyes as quickly as you could.

“Oh… Hey Beverly. What’s up?” You asked, pretending that nothing had happened. She glanced down the hall and sighed. She wrapped you in her arms without saying anything. Truth be told, nothing needed to be said. She knew exactly what was wrong. She knew that every time you so much as looked at either of them, you wanted to just curl in a ball and never move again. It was understandable though. You had been crushing on Richie since you were 12 years old.

“You know what you need? Some quality time with friends! We’re going to the quarry after school and you’re joining.” She said. You sighed.

“Beverly, I really don’t-”

“Nope! You’re coming and that’s final!” She said and grabbed your hand. You groaned as she pulled you to the familiar Chevy. She opened the back door and forced you in.

“Hey, Bill.” You muttered and pulled on your seatbelt. Beverly hopped into the passenger seat and smiled.

“To the quarry!” She shouted. Bill glanced at your sulking figure.

“Let me guess. You h-had a run-in with she-who-mu-must-not-be-named?” He asked. You grunted and he took that as a yes. You closed your eyes and leant your head against the window. Hopefully, your friends will be the distraction you need.

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“Knock him down (Y/n)! Knock him down!” Beverly shouted. You laughed and pushed Stan’s arms, trying your best to get him off of Ben’s shoulder. Stan’s face was wet and bright with laughter, something you didn’t get to see very often, so you took pride in the fact that you were part of the reason. You gave a final shove and screamed in triumph as Stan finally fell back.

“Ha! In your face Stanley!” You shouted. His head bobbed above the water with a smile and his signature eye roll.

“Whatever (Y/n). I totally let you win!” He said. You shrugged with a smile but gasped when he yanked your hand, making you fall off Bill’s shoulder. You rose and wiped the water from your eyes.

“You’re such a sore loser!” You shouted with a laugh. He gave an innocent smile and began to float on his back. You scoffed and splashed him with water. He smiled and splashed you back, his wave slightly larger than yours.

“Do you really wanna go there with me, Stanley?” You asked. He smirked and splashed you again.

“Oh, it is so on!” You shouted and splashed him back. Soon enough, everyone began to splash each other. Water came from the left and the right and rained down on all of you, making everyone laugh and smile with joy.

“Wow, great friends I have, huh?” Someone asked. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked towards the trees. There stood Richie, an angered expression evident on his face.

“Hey, Richie,” Beverly said with a smile, acting as if this wasn’t the most awkward situation possible.

“Oh don’t ‘Hey Richie’ me? I’m glad my friends decided to give me a fucking invitation.” He replied, venom lacing his voice. You swallowed and stood up. Richie watched you as wrapped a towel around your body. You slipped on some sandals and began to walk through the woods, not ready to handle his bullshit.

“We didn’t invite you because (Y/n) needed some cheering up, asshole,” Stan said and got out the water. Richie’s eyebrows dropped even lower.

“And what? I can’t help cheer (Y/n) up?” He retorted.

“Not when you’re the one who upset them!” Stan replied with a growl. Richie’s face suddenly softened.

“Me? What… What did I do?” He asked. Stan gave a sarcastic laugh.

“What did you do? What did you do? What didn’t you do Richie? (Y/n) has had a fucking crush on you since you were 12 years old! Not only that, but every second of every day, you want to be snogging that stupid girlfriend of yours! Do you not realize how much we hate her? Every time we ask you to do something, you want to bring her along, and that’s even if you decide to come! Most of the time it’s, 'Sorry guys, gotta take my woman on a date’! Ever noticed how she never even knew who you were before you socked it to Bowers? Why don’t you just leave okay? Go be with her. You obviously care for her more than you do us. Blood pact my ass.”

Richie stared at Stan in awe. His blood was boiling with anger, but he wasn’t mad at him. He was mad at himself. How could he have been so stupid?

“I… I have to go.” He muttered and turned towards the woods.

Richie ran faster than he ever had. He needed to find you. He needed to tell you the truth. After what seemed forever, he finally saw you. You were sitting on a fallen tree, a towel underneath you and a stick in your hand. You glanced up and sighed, tossing down the stick.

“Why… Why didn’t you tell me?” He panted out. You raised your eyebrows.

“Tell you what?” You asked.

“That you had feelings for me?” He replied. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Listen Richie. What’s done is done. You have a girlfriend. I have idiotic feelings. End of story.” You said. It was quiet for a while before you felt his hands wrap around your wrists. He pulled you up and into a hug.

“I don’t know who misinformed you but you are the only person I’ve ever wanted.” He whispered. You pulled away and stared at him.

“Richie, you have a girlfriend.” You pointed out. He laughed.

“She was just a distraction. I needed to get you out of my head, so I went for someone I thought I had a chance with. It didn’t work though. No matter how many times I kissed her, I couldn’t stop imagining it was you. No matter how many times she said my name, I couldn’t help but hope it would be you. And it didn’t matter how many times she said she loved me, I could never say it back because… Because she wasn’t you.”

“A distraction, huh?”

“Yeah, a distraction. But now that you’re here, I’ll never be distracted again.”

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canislupus-exe · 4 years

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Stares | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/edsgazebos on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @/sweet-sweet-squad on tumblr

warnings | Swearing

word count | 1,062

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (f/80’s/b) = favorite 80’s band

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“Did you sell your soul to date them?”

summary | Can you do a Richie x reader where no one knows they’re dating and Reader is a super sweet, soft spoken person that they’d be the last person expected to date trash-mouth Richie since their personalities are the exact oppisite.Then, someone(maybe a Loser)starts to flirt with them and Richie is like ‘fuck this’, goes up to them and kisses them to reveal their relationship. He introduces them to the losers, who are dumbfounded. Eddie says something like “Did you sell your soul to date them, Richie?”

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You tossed the damp paper towel in the trash can and walked out of the restroom. As you were about to lean down to get some water, you heard a whistle.

“Now what lucky guy gets to call that fine ass his?” A familiar voice said. You gave a quiet laugh and turned around. You were greeted with the cheesy smile you had grown so fond of. You went to press your lips to his cheek but he held a hand up.

“We’re at school babe.” He whispered. You sighed.

“I know. No ones around, though.” You suggested.

“Yeah but… There could be someone in the bathroom.” He replied. You looked down sadly. Richie and you had been dating for about six months now but decided to keep the relationship a secret. You were a very sweet, quiet, and soft-spoken person while Richie was… Well, Richie was Richie. If anyone knew, they’d laugh in both of your faces, which is why you both agreed on not telling anyone, including the losers. Well, it was mostly Richie’s idea to not tell anyone, you could care less if people knew. The sad part about it was that you couldn’t show any affection in public. No hugs. No kisses. No sweet compliments. Nothing. That was the worst.

“I’m sorry. Why don’t we hang out at your place after school today? Then you can kiss me all you want, okay?” He asked. You smiled.

“Yeah. That sounds great.” You replied. You wanted so badly to go and kiss him but you refrained.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, too.”

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You leant your head on Richie’s shoulder as the melody of (f/80’s/b) played in the background. He had his arm wrapped around you as you both sat on your bed, the blanket draped over your shoulders. The warmth of the blanket and his body was enough to make you fall asleep. You didn’t have to say anything with Richie. It was perfect to just be in each other’s presence. It was peaceful and that was amazing. At least it was until there was a loud knock at the door. You groaned loudly, before standing up. You slowly walked to the door and opened it, ready to yell at whoever ruined your wonderful moment.

“H-Hey (Y/n),” Bill said. You raised your eyebrows.

“Bill? What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Oh, well t-the other losers and I were thinking of going to the q-q-q-quarry and we were wondering if you wanted t-to join.” He asked.

“Uh… Yeah. Sure. Is everyone going to be there?” You asked, knowing full well that they couldn’t ask Richie, seeing as he was sitting in your room.

“Yeah, m-mostly. We just have to ask Richie now. Eddie went to check the a-ar-arcade.” He replied. You gave a small smile.

“Oh well, he won’t be there. He called me a few minutes ago and asked if I had any quarters cause he ran out. He’s on his way right now so I’ll just tell him when he gets here.” You said, coming up with an excuse in a surprisingly short amount of time.

“Oh, alright. W-Well, see you there.” He replied and walked to his bike. You closed the door and began to walk to your room. Richie still sat on your bed, in the same spot you left him in. As he saw you walk in, he smiled.

“Who was it?” He asked. You began to open your drawer, searching for a pair of socks.

“Bill. We’re going to the quarry.” You replied. A look of horror suddenly crossed Richie’s face.

“Did you tell him I was here?” He asked. You frowned.

“Of course not, Rich. I know better than that.” You said. He sighed in relief. Despite wanting to tell him how you didn’t really like this, you kept your mouth shut, searching for your shoes.

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Richie smiled as he watched you laugh. You sat with nothing but your undergarments on and a towel underneath you. The water disintegrated from your body as you pointed out the weird shapes of the clouds with Beverly. Richie wanted so badly to sit you on his lap and lean his chin on your head. Richie glanced at everyone else to see them going about their own business. Bill and Ben were both staring at Bev, Mike and Eddie were thumb wrestling and Stan… Stan was staring at you. Richie stared at Stan, hoping that he just caught him in the wrong moment, but his gaze never let up.

“Hey (Y/n),” Stan called. You looked at him.

“What’s up?” You asked.

“The sun makes your eyes look really pretty.” He replied. You smiled. Richie felt his face grow hot. Yeah, it was just a smile and you smiled at everyone, but that was Richie’s smile. Richie was the only one who was supposed to make you smile.

“Thanks, Stan.” You said and went back to your previous conversation. Richie glared at Stan but he didn’t notice, simply because he wouldn’t stop staring at you. Richie was growing irritated and was doing anything he could do to distract himself. First, it was tapping his foot, then it was twiddling his thumbs, and he even tried reciting his times’ tables. Yet, it seemed no matter what he did, he couldn’t keep his anger contained. You stood up and wrapped your towel around you. Richie glanced at Stan and saw him lick his lips. This was the last straw. Richie’s anger finally burst and he stood abruptly.

“Fuck this!” He shouted and walked towards you. He grabbed your face and brought your lips together. You and Richie had kissed before but this one was filled with anger and passion. You didn’t have enough time to react because he pulled away too quickly. Everyone stared with awestruck faces.

“Yeah, that’s right! (Y/n)’s my fucking partner and if I catch you staring at them like that again Stanley, I’m going to do a lot worse than just yell at you!” He shouted. Your eyes widened as you heard Richie. Never would you have thought that jealousy would bring Richie to admit your relationship.

“Seriously? You’re actually dating him (Y/n)?” Beverly asked. You blushed and nodded.

“Jeez Richie, did you sell your soul to date them or something?” Eddie asked with raised his eyebrows. Richie flipped him off before wrapping his arms around you. Yeah, people were gonna laugh and be surprised, but that sure was a hell of a lot better than the stares.

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King of Detention | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (16) Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Swearing, racism

word count | 956

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (L/n) = Last name

summary | honestly i need some richie x reader where the reader meets richie in detention because they got into an argument with the teacher who was being racist or smthn like that. luv u.

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“Alright, class I’m handing back Monday’s quiz. I have to say, I’m very disappointed in some of you.” Your teacher said as he handed you your test. You looked and shrugged. B- wasn’t too bad. You glanced over at the girl next to you who had a solemn look on her face.

“Bad grade?” You asked. She sighed.

“You tell me.” She said and handed you her paper. You raised your eyebrows. F? How in the world did she get an F? She was so smart and she studied all the time. You were about to hand her the paper when something caught your eye. What was one major role Abraham Lincoln played in the civil war? She answered C and it was marked wrong. You looked at your paper. You answered C and it was marked correct. You raised an eyebrow and skimmed over both papers. All the questions that were marked wrong on her paper were marked correct on yours.

“Daniel, can I see your paper for a second?” You asked the boy who sat in front of you. He glanced at you before handing you his paper. You compared their papers and came up with the same conclusion. Okay, this is weird. You stood up and walked to the teacher’s desk.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Smith, but I couldn’t help but notice that Lucy got an F, whilst I got a B and we had almost all the same answers.” You said and laid the two tests on the desk. He looked at the tests and then at you.

“Surely you can understand why I gave a colored individual this grade.” He replied. You stood still, not believing what you had just heard.

“Excuse me?” You said. He sighed and looked up again.

“Would you please sit down, (L/n). I’m trying to write out our lesson plan.” He replied. You felt your hands shake in anger.

“No! I will not fucking sit down! You failed her because of her skin color?! You actually have to be kidding me!” You shouted. By now, there were several people looking at you. He set his pen down and looked at you angrily.

“You will watch your language when speaking to me, (L/n).” He said. You scoffed.

“I will do the exact fucking opposite of that if you’re going to be a racist asshole!” You replied. He looked down at his papers before smiling.

“Then I hope you’ll enjoy detention after school today.” He said. You growled before snatching the papers from his desk and stomping back to your seat. Lucy looked at you with raised eyebrows. You were fumbling through your backpack and smiled as you pulled out a red pen and a jar of White-Out. You drew a line next to the F, making it an A, and brushed the White-Out over the Xs. After waiting a few minutes you handed it back to her. She stared at it with a frown.

“You really didn’t have to do that (Y/n).” She whispered. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Trust me, detention isn’t that bad.”

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You were so wrong. Well half wrong. It wasn’t bad, it was just boring. Excruciatingly boring. There was maybe three people there and all of them were sleeping, including the teacher. You rolled your eyes. Does he not realize you could just walk out of this room at any second? You sighed and grabbed your bag. No way you were staying for this. Just as you stood up though, the door opened loudly, waking everyone in the room up. There stood a boy. He looked at you with a smirk.

“You weren’t planning on going anywhere, were you?” He asked. You glared before throwing your bag back down. He smirked and sat in the seat next to you as everyone grumbled and tried to fall back asleep.

“A grand entrance, as usual, Mr. Tozier?” The teacher asked and turned on his side. The boy smiled.

“It wouldn’t be detention without it, Mr. Henderson.” He replied. You glanced at him with the same glare. He looked at you and smiled, flashing a set of perfect white teeth. You chewed on the inside if your cheek. How had you never noticed this boy before? His curly black hair looked so soft and his beautiful brown eyes were magnified by his thick coke bottle glasses, making them look so much better. He wore a white T-shirt and a leather jacket, paired with ripped jeans and simple converse. You looked away. You couldn’t let him think you were actually attracted to him.

“You know, out of ten, I’d say you’re a nine, and I’m the one you need.” He whispered. You covered your mouth to suppress your laughter.

“You’re joking, right?” You asked. He smirked.

“Are you an angel?” He asked. You raised your eyebrow.

“What?” You asked with a laugh. He shrugged.

“Well, you’ve gotta be. Surely someone with your beauty was only meant to be seen by God.” He responded. You rolled your eyes. This guy was not gonna let up, was he?

“I’m Richie, by the way. What do you say we ditch this scene and go for a movie.” He asked. You glanced at the now sleeping teacher.

“What if he wakes up?” You asked and gestured to the teacher. Richie looked over and shrugged.

“I’m pretty much royalty here. He won’t care.” He replied. You rolled your eyes.

“Okay then, your highness.” You said while grabbing your bag and standing up.

“Wait, really?” He stated, clearly not expecting you to comply. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“You’re buying.” You replied and walked out. Richie pinched himself, making his skin turn red. Did he seriously just score a date with (Y/n) (L/n)? The person he had been crushing on since 6th grade? That easily?

At times like these, he was glad he had detention every day.

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Mistletoe | stanley uris

>> gif credit to @/mousellaneous on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Stanley Uris

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | None

word count | 1,033

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Hello! I love your writing! Can I request a Christmas-themed Stan x reader where the Loser’s Club wants to push them together so they put up mistletoe and stuff like that all around the two?

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“Alright just, just a little to the left. Yes! Right there! Right there is perfect!” Beverly shouted as Ben stapled the last edge of the Christmas banner on Bill’s garage ceiling. It was December, which meant the Losers were throwing their annual Christmas party soon. And by party I mean the Losers getting together and watching movies while eating candy until they pass out at 4 in the morning. Stan had to be present for every Hanuka candle lighting, so most of the time the date varied. This year, it was on the 21st. Ben smiled as he slowly climbed down the latter, satisfied with the banner that read Merry Christmas! (And Hanuka).

“W-Who else is missing?” Bill asked as he looked around. He silently took inventory of who was present and who wasn’t. Eddie, Beverly, Ben, and himself, of course. Which left you, Stan, Mike, and Richie. He checked his watch before shrugging. It’s not like you guys were late, the others were just early. Still, Bill could feel himself already wanting to dim the lights and start the Christmas movies. He wouldn’t, but he wanted to so badly. He sat on a fold-out chair and kicked up his feet.

“Which movie are we watching, William?” Beverly asked and sat on the chair next to him. He cringed.

“W-What have I told you about c-c-calling me that? It’s just we-w-w-weird.” He replied. She laughed but before she could reply there was a loud whistle.

“Who’s got some mistletoe because these two lovebirds could use a kiss!” An obnoxious voice shouted. They looked over to the garage entrance and rolled their eyes. There stood Richie wearing a hat with a string of mistletoe attached. He smirked and adjusted it.

“Like the hat? Don’t get too close Eddie, I’d rather kiss a donkey than you.” He said. Eddie glared at him.

“You’re really disgusting Richie, you know that?” He replied.

“Oh come on, Eds. You know you love me.” Richie replied.

“Quite the opposite actually,” Eddie said in a snarky tone. As Beverly watched the bickering boys her eyes traveled to the mistletoe.

You know, I feel like a kiss underneath the mistletoe would be a perfect first kiss. A sweet tradition and if all else fails, you can just blame it on that.

She remembered your words exactly. It was poetic and something she couldn’t forget. And then, it hit her like a brick.

“Guys, I have an idea!” She exclaimed. The others glanced at her.

“Okay. So, you know how (Y/n) and Stan are like so in love with each other but won’t admit it?” She asked. They nodded.

“Well, I remember them telling me that they wanted a kiss under the mistletoe this year. We should put some up and then bingo bango! Problem solved!” She stated. Richie laughed.

“And why should we do that?” He asked. Beverly rolled her eyes.

“Oh come on. You can not tell me that Stan doesn’t talk about (Y/n) 24/7 and now even just hearing their name come out of his mouth makes you want to grab a gun and end it.” She replied. Richie glanced around before shrugging.

“Yeah okay. I see your point.” He replied. There was a light sound of metal hitting metal a little bit away, causing them to look up. Mike was wiping his hands on his jeans as he walked towards them.

“Hey, Mike. Did you happen to see Stan or (Y/n) on your way over here?” Beverly asked. Mike’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Um yeah actually, I did. They were walking together. (Y/n) said they needed a new bike chain so Stan offered to walk with them. They should be here in about five minutes.” He replied. Beverly smiled.

“Perfect. Richie, pull that mistletoe off your hat and help me tape it up here. The rest of you, hide behind those boxes so they won’t be able to see you. Hurry! We only have five minutes!” She shouted. Mike raised his eyebrows before holding up his hands.

“You know what, I’m just gonna do what I’m told and not question it.” He said and walked behind the stack of boxes. The others followed in suit, knowing better than to disobey Beverly.

>><<

“Well, at nightfall, on the first evening of the Hanukkah holiday, we put a candle into the holder at the far right of the menorah as we face it. Then, we light the shamash, the candle used to light the others, and recite the three Hanukkah blessings.” Stan said as you walked towards Bill’s garage.

“Huh. Sounds pretty complicated.” You replied. He shrugged. You reached the garage entrance and looked around. No one was there but everything was set up. You looked around confused but then noticed that there was everything but snacks.

“They must be inside grabbing food.” You said. Stan looked around and nodded. You glanced up as Stan began to walk away.

“Stan wait!” You called. He turned around.

“Come here real quick.” You said. Stan walked over with raised eyebrows, but before he could speak, you placed your cold lips on his. It was only about three seconds but you could still feel your cheeks light up and your heartbeat quicken. As soon as you pulled away, you noticed a look of pure shock on Stan’s face. You gave a small smile before pointing above your head. His eyes traveled up and he soon realized what had happened. He glanced at you before glancing back at the mistletoe, and then back at you.

He looked around the room, assuring himself that no one was there. After he was finally content, he lightly placed his gloved hands on your cheeks and pulled you in. When your lips met, there seemed to be a fire that engulfed you. Despite the snow surrounding you, it was so warm. So enticing. And even though you had never kissed anyone before, you knew that this was what it was supposed to feel like. This right here. This amazing feeling.

Suddenly, there was a loud whistle.

“Slip them the tongue Stanley!” A familiar voice called. You quickly pulled away from him and saw the other Losers standing behind a pile of boxes. Everyone was either wearing sweet smiles or knowing smirks. You hid your face in your hands. Guess this is what you get for trusting the mistletoe.

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Stubborn | stanley uris

>> gif credit to @/wyattswolfs on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Stanley Uris

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | @/tomboyneedshercoffee-blog

warnings | Mild swearing

word count | 1,099

keys | (Y/n) = Your Name, (Fr/n) = Friend’s name, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they

summary | Stan x reader on being partners for a school project - both have major crushes on each other but won’t admit it?(just followed u love ur account!)

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Richie glanced at Stan and wasn’t surprised to see him staring at you. This had been going on for God knows how long. Stan would stare at you whenever and wherever he could and as soon as anyone said anything, he would deny it. He simply happened to be “staring in that direction”. They all knew he had feelings for you, he was just too stubborn to admit it. Richie leaned over in his chair so he was level with Stan’s ear.

“They sure look hot today, don’t they Stan?” Richie whispered. Stan shifted and looked at Richie before turning to the blackboard.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He whispered back. Richie scoffed.

“Sure.”

Stan subconsciously glanced at you again. He saw (Fr/n), one of your close friends, leaning over your shoulder and laughing. Stan let his eyebrows furrow. He quickly stared at the board after seeing (Fr/n) glance at him. Orion. Focus on Orion.

“I think he was looking at you,” (Fr/n) whispered in your ear. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah right. And even if he was, I wouldn’t care.” You replied. (Fr/n) laughed.

“Are you kidding me? You’ve had a major crush on him since the 5th grade!” He said.

“Nope. I have no idea what you’re talking about (Fr/n).” You said and looked back at the board.

“Right.”

You sighed and glanced at Stan. He was staring at the board, clearly concentrated on the constellations portrayed. One day, not paying attention in class would come back to bite you in the ass.

“Now everyone listen for your partners.” The teacher said. You looked at him, fear flooding your features.

“Partners? Partners for what?” You asked, a bit louder than you had intended. There were several snickers as your teacher rolled his eyes.

“Stanley, since you’re (Y/n)’s partner, you get the pleasure of explaining the project.” He said. You were suddenly even more frightened than before. Not only did you not know what you were partnering up for, but your partner was going to be Stanley Uris. The boy you “totally” don’t have a crush on. You groaned and put your head in your hands. Apparently, the day of ass biting was today.

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“Look man. I don’t care if you don’t want to talk to them. You have to. How else are you gonna be able to do the project?” Richie said to Stan, who was standing at the end of the hallway staring at you putting your books in your locker. Stan knew he was right but didn’t do anything. Richie looked at Stan, who clearly had no intent on moving. Richie groaned before shoving him as hard as he could so he was practically stumbling down the hallway. The loud noise caught your attention and you saw Stan look over his shoulder and glare at Richie. He straightened his posture and made his way over to you.

“Hey (Y/n). I was just wondering if you were gonna come to my house after school to work on the project.” He said, hiding his nervousness quite well. You gave him a confused look before remembering what happened in science.

“Oh right. Um… What was that for again?” You asked with an awkward laugh. He cleared his throat.

“We’re supposed to write a joint essay and draw at least six constellations.” He replied. You nodded before scratching the back of your neck.

“Alright well… Just um… Do you uh… Do you know your address?” You asked, fumbling over your words. He nodded and grabbed a pen from his pocket. He went to unzip his backpack but you held out your arm. He raised his eyebrows.

“Just write it on my arm. It’s easier.” You replied. He stared for a second before tentatively grabbing your wrist. When he did, there was a small spark. Like when you go down the slide and touch that metal part, but more… Pleasant. He didn’t seem to feel it though, so you kept still as the cool ink ran across your skin. He finished and you slowly read over it.

“Alright. I’ll be over about an hour after school, kay?” You asked with a small smile. He turned away with nothing more than a nod and you couldn’t help but let your smile drop.

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It had been about an hour after school and you were slowly walking to Stan’s house. Your stomach was involuntarily doing backflips and you felt your knees become slightly weak. There it is. You swallowed the lump in your throat and quietly rapped your knuckles on the door. It took a few moments but the large door finally opened and you were greeted with a completely average (code for extremely cute) looking curly headed boy.

“Hi.” He said and stepped away from the door, giving you room to walk in. You stepped in and saw him lock his door.

“My room is right there.” He said and pointed up the stairs. You nodded and began to walk up, him trailing behind ever so slightly. It was awkwardly silent as he opened the door. When he did, you walked in slowly. He cracked the door behind him as you looked around his room. There was a bookshelf that was filled to the brim, an immaculate bed, and a window seat with a pair of binoculars hanging next to it.

“Bird guy, huh?” You asked. He looked at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“The books. They’re all about birds. Plus the binoculars and the window that overlooks the trees.” You replied. He gave a small smile before shrugging.

“Just a hobby I’ve picked up over the years I guess.” He said. You could feel your heart swell as he smiled. He didn’t do it very often. Not that you noticed. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“God, I’m so stubborn.” You said, more to yourself.

“What do you mean?” He asked. You looked at him and sighed. Time to cut the bull shit (Y/n).

“I mean, I’ve been telling myself for three years now that I don’t like you but I’m just lying to myself.” You said and rubbed your closed eyes.

“You like me?” He questioned.

“Yes, Stanley. I’ve been pretending that I don’t like you. Or your stupid curly hair. Or your stupid brown eyes. Or your stupid collared shirts. I’ve been stupidly pretending that I don’t love you.” You said. He was staring at you. You could tell. Staring and thinking of a way to reject you.

You felt that same spark feeling you had felt on your hand. You opened your eyes and saw him holding it. You looked up and he was staring at you. He tilted his head and gave you a smile.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ve been lying to myself too.”

“About?”

“Loving you.”

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The Notes and the Ring | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | No

warnings | Swearing

word count | 2,238

keys | (Y/n) = Your Name, (f/c) = favorite color, (f/80’s/b) = favorite 80’s band, (g/n) = guardian noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc), (s/h/t) = She, he, or they, (w/i) = worst insecurity

summary | Richie will not stop talking about the reader. He asks Bev to find out things you like and she agrees only if he’ll shut up about you. After she gets the info, Richie asks you out in the fluffiest way

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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“Look at them, they’re amazing!” Richie said as he watched you from across the field. Bill glanced up and rolled his eyes.

“S-seriously Richie? T-they’re literally just throwing t-t-trash away.” Bill said, not even sparing another glance.

“That’s exactly my point! They could literally be covered from head to toe in gray water and they’d still be hot!” He exclaimed and threw his arms up. Beverly laughed as she heard this. He glanced at her as an idea popped into his head.

“Hey Bev, you’re friends with (Y/n) right?” He asked.

“I guess.” She shrugged. He gave a large smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Bev. Bevvie. Beverly. Be-”

“What do you want from me, Trashmouth?” She interrupted.

“Now, it’s not too much. I just need a bit of information so I don’t look like a fucking idiot when I ask them out.” He replied. Eddie choked on the water he was drinking.

“Wait, you’re really gonna ask them out?” He asked. Richie nodded. They all exchanged glances and it wasn’t difficult to tell that most of them were trying to hide their laughter. Richie scowled.

“What? You don’t think I could make a good boyfriend?” He asked, clearly offended.

“Well Rich, you’re just not the romantic type,” Ben said with a shrug. He glared at all of them.

“I’ll show you. I can be romantic! Bev, you’ve gotta help me out now. Name your price!” He shouted. Beverly laughed.

“Two months allowance.” She stated. He gasped.

“Two months!? Do you know how many arcade games I could play with that? Two weeks.” He bargained. She thought for a second before holding out her hand.

“One month and no more being all googly eyes over them.“ Richie looked at her hand for a second before giving in.

"Deal.” She gave a satisfied smile and stood up.

“I’ll be back.” She said as she walked towards you.

“Hey (Y/n)!” She called. You looked up from your notebook and waved. Giving you a small smile, she sat.

“How’s it going, Beverly. Haven’t talked in a while.” You said and closed your notebook.

“Yeah. I’ve been hanging out with them a lot.” She said and ushered to the small group of five boys. When you glanced over one of them immediately caught your eye, just like he always did. You blushed and turned back to her.

“So what’s up?” You asked. She gave a light sigh.

“I was hoping I could swing by your place after school and get some help with the homework from Mr. Archibald’s class. You’re super good at math and I’m having a bit of trouble.” She asked. You were a bit surprised at first, Beverly had always been good at math, but you agreed anyways. Some quality time with her wouldn’t be too bad.

“Really? Great! Look forward to seeing you!” She shouted as she walked away. As soon as she was near the other Loser’s, Richie started bombarding her with questions. She held up a hand, signaling Richie to stop.

“Beep beep, Richie.” She said. Richie scowled.

“Well…?” He pleaded. She laughed.

“You’ll find out tomorrow.” She replied.

“What?! Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?!” He shouted. She rolled her eyes.

“Do you know how odd it would seem if I just walked up to them and started asking them what the best ways to ask them out would be? Have some patience.” She said. Richie huffed and plopped on to the bench. He did not want to be patient.

>> timeskip <<

“Hey (Y/n)!” You heard Beverly shout. You glanced up and waved. She slowly walked towards you and stood patiently as you grabbed your (f/c) bike. After kicking up the stand you slowly began to walk it with her standing by your side.

“So I was thinking we could start right away and then just have some catching up time afterward. That okay with you?” She asked. You gave a smile and nodded.

“We haven’t talked in a while, after all.” You replied. The walk home was surprisingly shorter than you remember, perhaps because there was someone there to help you pass the time. You set your bike up next to the large tree outside your house and grabbed the key from around your neck. You unlocked the door and led her up to your room. Beverly smiled and stared at your decorations.

“I see you’ve rearranged. (F/80’s/b), huh?” She said and traced her hand over the poster. You gave a light laugh.

“Yeah. My (g/n)’s been working a lot lately so (s/h/t)’s got a bit of extra money.” You replied with a smile. Beverly nodded and sat across from you.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

>> timeskip <<

After about an hour of tossing around questions both of you already knew, Beverly decided to take a break. She pushed aside the books and stared at you.

“So…” She started. You raised an eyebrow.

“So…?” You questioned. She laughed.

“I need to ask you something.” She said. You nodded.

“What’s up?” You asked. She sighed.

“So, I have a friend and he’s, like, super in love with this person. And the person he likes is kinda similar to you, so i was wondering what romantic things you like. Maybe it’ll give him some better insight.” She said. You sat back and gave it a few minutes thought.

“Well, personally, I like guys who notice the small things. Ones who point out the tiniest details that just make you smile, ya know?” You replied. She nodded.

“Oh, and when they take something you don’t like about yourself and tell you that they love it.” You added. Beverly gave a small laugh.

“That’s really cheesy. Cute, but cheesy.” She said. You laughed before shrugging.

“We should get back to math.”

>> timeskip <<

Richie waited by the bike rack looking around frantically for Beverly. He waited hours (actually just minutes) for her to arrive. After seeing her mop of red hair he ran over so quickly that he dropped his bike, causing the others to fall over.

“Where have you been? We agreed on eight!” He shouted. Beverly rubbed her forehead.

“Richie, it is literally 8:07.” She replied. He crossed his arms.

“Exactly.” He stated. She glared at him.

“I need you to shut up for at least two minutes so I can speak. Can you do that Richie? Two minutes?” She asked. He narrowed his eyes before signaling her to continue.

“If you're gonna ask them out, you need to actually converse with them. They love compliments on the small things so give them a few of those and then gradually build to flirting. Also, make sure you tell them that you love their (w/i). They hate that about themself and it would mean a lot if you told them you love it.” She said. Richie stood still for a few seconds.

“(W/i)? Why? What’s wrong with their (w/i)?” He asked. Beverly smiled.

“Now that’s gonna get you somewhere.” She said and patted his shoulder. She walked off as Richie sat down with his mind racing. Compliments, huh?

>> timeskip <<

It had been eleven days since Beverly had talked to Richie and he still hadn’t even uttered a word to you. He had coughed up his allowance and hadn’t talked about you, but seeing that he didn’t make a move still disappointed her. She really thought he would do it this time. That was until you walked up to her with crossed arms and a smirk.

“You asshole!” You said with a laugh. Beverly adjusted her backpack and gave a smile.

“I’d love to agree but I can’t until you tell me what I did.” She replied. You rolled your eyes and placed five Post-It notes in her hand.

03/01/1989 I love the way your eyes shine under the sunlight

03/02/1989 I love how you bite your nails when you get nervous

03/03/1989 I love when you try to hide your laugh it sounds so much cuter

03/04/1989 Don’t worry, you’re (w/i) makes you even more attractive

03/05/1989 You’re like, a genius! How are you so smart???

As she read the familiar messy scrawl, she realized what was happening. Beverly handed them back to you with a smirk.

“I’m still not entirely sure what I did. Would you be so kind and elaborate on how you stumbled upon these?” She asked with a laugh. You rolled your eyes.

“Well the first three were in my locker, but the other two were in my mailbox. Oh, and look at that! They’re cheesy compliments. Any idea on how a secret admirer could have known I liked that?” You asked sarcastically. She shrugged.

“Nope. None at all.” She replied. You groaned.

“C’ mon Beverly. Don’t be like this to me!” You playfully begged. She shook her head before dragging two fingers across her sealed lips, indicating she wasn’t going to say anything. You sighed.

“Fine. I’ll remember this Beverly!” You shouted as you walked down the hall. Beverly smiled before walking to her first-period class. Once she got situated she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled a few words on it. She passed it to the kid next to her and whispered Richie’s name.

So you decided to go with the secret admirer approach? He rolled his eyes and wrote back.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Oh really? Because (Y/n) told me something that sounded a lot different than that

Richie rolled his eyes before crumbling the paper and stuffing it in his pocket. Beverly gave a light chuckle and redirected her attention to the blackboard.

>> timeskip <<

The Post-It notes continued for quite a while. The rest of the losers had found out and continuously pestered him to tell you but he constantly told them he had a plan. It didn’t seem that way to anyone because it was now the end of March and he had made no verbal action. Yet still, he had “a plan”. You, of course, had made several failed attempts to catch this sweet-talking sleuth, but he always seemed to change his schedules for dropping off the notes. Sometimes it would already be there when you got to school, sometimes it would be there after lunch, and there was even the occasional in between class slip. Today was March 30th and it was no surprise when you opened your locker at the end of the day to see an orange square drift to the floor. You picked it up with an automatic smile.

03/30/1989 You’re curiosity never kills the mood. So I hope that you’ll meet me at the bike rack tomorrow after school <3

You raised your eyebrows. You were finally going to meet him. After an agonizing month of not knowing anything, you were finally going to meet him! Clutching the sticky note, you began your trek home. Never had anyone seen you with a bigger, goofier, or brighter smile on your face.

>> timeskip <<

March 31st, 1989. Today was the day. It was going to happen. Today. You had purposely asked to use the restroom at the near end of class so you could be at the bike rack before him. And that’s where you stood. Sweaty palms, chewing nervously at your fingers, and your back turned away from the entrance. Whether you wanted it to be a surprise or if you wouldn’t be able to handle who it was, you didn’t know. There was the sound of the bell and after a few seconds, the sound of stampeding feet. You inhaled sharply. He’s coming any moment. He’s coming any moment. He’s coming any -

Someone cleared their throat. You exhaled. That’s him. It all happened so fast. You turned around and saw who it was and instantly, just like every time you looked at him, your heart sped up, your throat got dry, and your stomach twisted itself into knots. Richie Tozier.

“Now, listen. Before you tell me to go fuck myself or something, I just need you to listen.” He said. You gave a small smile and nodded. He let out a long drawl of breath.

“I like you. Like, a shit ton. I have for a really long time now and I just didn’t know how to tell you, so I asked Beverly to see what you liked. I know that this entire thing is probably really fucking stupid to you and you probably don’t even like me and, who knows, maybe you’re thinking in your head what a fucking idiot this guy is. And you’re right. I’m a fucking idiot. I’m an idiot for thinking someone like you could ever like someone like me. So now I’m rambling and have just made myself look like an even bigger idiot and I guess the whole point of saying all that was that I… I love you.”

You stared at him, not responding. He stared at you, not continuing. The two of you stood, staring. It was like that for a few seconds (what felt like an eternity) before you finally spoke up.

“Richie, you are an idiot.” You said with a smile. The last sliver of hope he had had had just slipped away.

“Yeah. An idiot. I-I’ve gotta go now. My p-parents are probably waiting for me.” At this moment, he felt just like Bill. He turned away and fought back tears. Before he could leave though, there was a hand placed on his shoulder. You turned him around and tilted your head.

“You’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you.” You replied. He stared at you, this time with awe.

“You’re… You’re serious? You really love me?” He asked, hope now very evident in his face. You laughed and nodded. He sighed.

“Good. I was beginning to think that it was pointless for me to get this for you.” He said and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a silver ring. You looked at it and noticed that there was a small engraving on the inside.

03/31/1989 Richie’s Love

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Shipping? | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | they/them (she ver.) (he ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Swearing

word count | 1,274

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardian’s noun (mom, dad, grandma…etc)

summary | Hey!!! I LOVE your imagines so I figured I’d send in a request… can you do an imagine with Richie (or another member of the Losers’s Club, whoever you want) where the reader and Richie really like each other but are too stubborn to admit it and the Loser’s Club all ships them so they come up with a plan to get them together? With LOTS of fluff cause I’m a sucker for it… thanks so much💕

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“Look, all I’m saying is that you could totally take on Greta if you wanted to. That bitch is all bark and no bite.” Richie said as he took a bite of his sandwich. You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks, Rich, but I think I’d rather not get suspended.” You replied.

“Why? Having a week off of school? Sign me the fuck up!” He shouted. You laughed and quieted him down.

“Jeez Richie, mind if you scream that a bit louder?” You asked. He smirked.

“No, but I could probably make you.” He replied and nudged your shoulder. You placed a hand on your forehead as you laughed again. You walked right into that one. After a minute or so of laughing and making offensive jokes, there was a loud clatter.

“Oh, look at Richie and (Y/n)! I totally ship you guys.” Beverly said as she sat down. You looked at her and raised your eyebrows.

“You ship us? What the hell is shipping?” You asked as you opened your water bottle. She smiled.

“You know. You’d be cute in a relationship. Therefore, I ship you.” She replied. You choked on the water you were drinking.

“Oh please! I wouldn’t date him even if you paid me!” You exclaimed. Richie swallowed, trying to moisten his dry throat. He knew you’d never like him back, but hearing it actually come out of your mouth hurt a lot more than he thought it would.

“Yeah right! You know you can’t resist this.” He said and motioned to his body. You laughed. Truth be told, it was very difficult. But you did, in fear of getting your heart broken. You began to close your water bottle when something dawned on you.

“Shit! We were supposed to be in detention Richie!” You shouted. He groaned.

“Ugh. Can’t we just do it tomorrow?” He asked.

“That’s not how it works Richie. Come on!” You said and grabbed his hand, pulling him with you as he groaned again. Beverly watched with a smile on her face.

“They are so in love.” She said. Ben laughed.

“It’s so obvious. I still don’t get how they haven’t noticed yet.” He replied. Beverly placed her head on her hand.

“We should totally give them a little push.” She said.

“We all know by ‘little push’ you mean ‘giant shove’,” Eddie said. Beverly smiled largely.

“Okay, so maybe it does. But the question remains, are you in?” She asked. The others glanced at her. They sighed.

“We’re in.”

>> timeskip <<

“R-Richie!” Bill shouted. Richie looked over his shoulder as he pulled his bike out of the rack.

“What’s up?” He asked and moved it to the sidewalk. Bill grabbed his own bike.

“W-Well I was wondering how you’d re-react if I told you that I know a person who has a really b-b-bi-big cr-crush on you,” Bill replied. Richie stopped moving.

“Do you?” He asked.

“D-Do I what?” Bill asked with a smirk. Richie rolled his eyes.

“Know a person who has a really big crush on me?” He asked.

“I might,” Bill replied with a shrug. Richie frowned.

“You might?” He questioned.

“Yes. I might. I also might know that they’ll be at the arcade, tomorrow at around f-five o'clock. Goodbye Richie.” Bill said and hopped on his bike, leaving Richie the most confused he’s ever been.

>> timeskip <<

“(Y/n), there’s a phone call for you! She says her name is Beverly!” You heard your (g/n) shout from the kitchen. You stood from your bed, slightly confused as to why Beverly would call you.

“Coming (g/n)!” You shouted. You slowly walked down the stairs and sighed as you picked up the phone.

“Hey, Bev.” You said.

“(Y/n), guess what!” The other end shouted. You raised your eyebrow.

“What?” You asked.

“Okay, so today, someone told me that they had the biggest crush on you!” She shouted. You stood up straight.

“Wait, really? Who?” You asked. You heard her laugh.

“I can’t tell you, but I can tell you that they want to meet you at the arcade tomorrow at around five o'clock.” She replied.

“Seriously Beverly? Can’t you just-”

“Sorry (Y/n) gotta go, bye!” Beverly rushed out. Before you could tell her to wait, the other line went dead. You groaned and placed the receiver back. Who the hell had a crush on you?

>> timeskip <<

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you opened the glass door of the arcade. Your breathing grew as you walked in. You were given no information whatsoever on this boy who had an “immense” crush on you. It was scary and somehow, you found yourself making a checklist of what he had to be like if you were to date him.

A sense of humor, that was a must. He couldn’t be offended easily, but easily the one to offend. You could definitely overlook it if he didn’t have any fashion sense. Glasses would be a big plus. You could slip them off and wear them just to tease. He needed to get along with your friends, but not too much, of course. He could, under no circumstances, have less than a shaggy haircut. Kind of like… Richie’s.

Richie. That’s all you were doing. Describing Richie. You had just told yourself that you wouldn’t date this person if they weren’t Richie. It was stupid, you knew that, but still. You could have your hopes, right? You sighed and sat on the twisty seat by the countertop, leaning your head on your arms.

“(Y/n)?” A familiar voice asked. You looked behind you and smiled.

“Hey, Richie.” You replied. He returned the smile and sat on the seat next to you.

“I never took you as someone to play in the arcade.” He said. You laughed and shrugged.

“I dabble, but that’s not why I’m here today.” You replied. He raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not at the arcade to play arcade games?” He asked. You laughed again.

“I’m here to meet someone. Beverly told me that a guy had a huge crush on me and wanted to meet me here. Although, I’m beginning to think he stood me up.” You answered. Richie scoffed.

“Are you kidding me? Any guy would be lucky to have a person like you. And besides, at least you were assured that he’d be here. Bill just said there might be a person who had a crush on me here today.” Richie explained. A sudden look of confusion crossed over your features.

“Wait, Bill told you that someone who had a big crush on you would be here?” You asked. Richie nodded and you slowly realized what your friends had done.

“My God, I’m an idiot!” You said and facepalmed.

“Why?” He asked. You sighed.

“I’m that person. Bill told you that a person with a big crush on you would be here and Beverly told me that a guy with a big crush on me would be here and I believed her and now I’ve just been manipulated into admitting my feelings for you.” You replied, not even stopping to take a breath. You could feel Richie staring at you.

“Well thank fuck for that! I was beginning to think that there really wasn’t a person who had a huge crush on me. And I’m even more thankful that it was you. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to reject them.” He said with a sigh of relief. You stared forward.

“But since I’m your friend, it’s easier to reject me.” You assumed.

“What? No. Of course not! Since you’re the person I’ve been crushing on for a year, it’s easier for me to ask you out.” He replied. You looked at him, eyes wide and heart thumping.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Yes.” He replied. You smiled and looked at your feet. His hand slowly reached for yours and he entwined your fingers together.

“I totally get why Beverly ships us. We make a bomb ass fucking couple.”

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