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dragqueen-eddie · 6 years

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Our Last Summer (4)

Summary: The Losers come face to face with Pennywise.

A/N: I’m so sorry for not uploading, school started again and i’m currently procrastinating revising RE. I’ve been writing this for a week and its shitty im sorry.

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3)

The Losers had gathered at the fair. You were all stood in an alley way looking at the missing kids posters, which had began to stack on the wall. Knowing that the posters were now stacking made you feel physically sick. The most recent poster had the name ‘Edward Corcoran’, plastered in bold on the front.

“They’re saying they found his arm all chewed up by the stand pipe.”

“He asked to borrow a pencil once.”

Bill stepped forward and flicked through the missing kids posters.

“It’s like when a new kid goes missing, the rest are forgotten.” You muttered

“Is it ever gonna end?” Stan said from beside you

“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked as he passed Richie an ice cream cone

“What they always talk about.” Richie scoffed, as he took the cone.

“I actually think it will end, At least for a little while.” Ben said, you all turned to him.

“What do you mean?” Bev asked

“I was going over all my Derry research and charted all the big events. The iron works explosion in 08, The Bradley gang in ‘35, and the blackspot in ‘62, and now all the missing kids... This stuff happens every 27 years.”

It was a little while later and you were all now sat on some benches in the park, all around the kids played and watched whatever was happening on the stage behind you all. You sat with you legs crossed and your head resting on your arm as you listened to them all talk.

“So let me get this straight... It comes out from wherever, eats kids and goes back into hibernation?”

“Maybe its like... Cicadas? They come out every 17 years.” Stan spoke with a small shrug. Mike shook his head.

“My grandfather things this town is cursed. He says that all the bad things that happen in this town are because of one thing. One evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry.” Mike looked down at his hands

“It can’t be one thing, we all saw something different.” Stan said

“Or maybe IT knows what scares us the most and that’s what we see?”

“I saw a leper, it was like a walking infection.” Eddie’s voice shook slightly. You thought to what you saw

“I saw Betty Ripsom in the woods, I was definitely not afraid of her.” You rolled your eyes slightly.

“But you didn’t. Because none of its real. Not Eddies Leper, Or Y/N seeing Betty, Or Bill seeing Georgie, Or the woman i keep seeing-”

“Is she hot?” Richie interrupted which gained a small groan from you

“No Richie. She’s not hot. Her face... its all messed up. None of this makes any sense. They’re all like bad dreams” Stan ranted

“No they’re not i know the difference between a dream and reality, if it was a dream, how do you explain Y/N’s scratches huh?”

“What did you see? Did you see something too?” Eddie asked Mike.

“Yes. You know that burnt down house of Herrace avenue? I was inside when it burnt down. Before i was rescued, my mum and dad were trapped inside the next room. They kept trying to get to me. But it was too hot. When the fireman finally found them... The skin on their heads had melted down to the bone.” Mike’s lip quivered. You gave him a look of sympathy. “We’re all afraid of something.”

“You got that right.” Richie scoffed.

“What are you afraid of then?” You asked, He paused before replying.

“Clowns.”

The next day you all rode your bikes over to Bill’s house, and gathered in his garage. You helped Bill hang up a poster of Derry’s sewer system on the wall. The group gathered around the projector and looked at the wall, Bill flicked on the projector and the town map appeared over the map of the sewers.

“Look.” Bill pointed the poster “Its where G-Georgie d-disappeared. There’s the iron works, and the black spot. Everywhere it happens, its all tied by the sewers. And they all meet up at the-”

“The well house.” Ben interrupted. You could feel your stomach sink as you could recall the story Ben had told you all at his house.

“It’s in the house on Neibolt street.” You said quietly

“That creepy ass house where all the crackheads and hobos sleep?” Richie asked just as Eddie took out his inhaler.

“I hate that place, it always looks like its watching me.” Bev shivered

“That’s where i saw it. That’s where i saw the clown.” Eddie wheezed

“T-that where i-it lives.”

“I can’t imagine anything wanting to live there.” Eddie shot up from his seat and stood in front of the group

“Can we stop talking about this? I-I can barley breath! It’s summer! We’re kids! I-I’m having a fucking Asthma attack! I’m not doing this!” Eddie shouted before ripping the poster off the wall

“What the hell! Put the map back!” Bill shouted the Eddie, just as he finished the projector started the flip through the pictures on its own. your breath hitched in your throat, pictures of Bill’s family began to project onto the walls, pictures of his mum, dad, him... and Georgie,

“Whats happening?” You stood up with wide eyes. Mike tried to fix the projector but the pictures just kept changing, Until it got to a slide of Bill’s parents with Georgie, His mum’s face was covered by a messy mass of ginger hair. The slides began to change again, this time more rapid. Instead of the pictures changing it stayed on the same picture, just zooming in on Bill’s mother, it sped up until it began to look like a moving picture. The hair began flowing and it revealed a clowns face, smiling sickly at you all. You screamed and everyone around you began to stand. You could feel your breathing increase, Richie was shouting and so was Eddie.

“Turn it off! Turn it off!” Bev shouted, and Mike kicked it over, though that didn’t do anything. The projector just continued to click. It projected another image of the clown onto the wall, where Stan stood. It continued to do so until the image was empty. You held your breath unknowingly. The projector clicked one one time before the clown came to life and jumped out of the wall. You screamed again and backed against a wall, vaguely aware of everyone around you shouting to Stan. The lights flashed on and off as the clown crawled across the garage, trapping Bev against the wall. You snapped out of whatever trance you were in and ran over to the garage door and pulled it open, light began flooding in and the clown was gone. Bev staggered over to you and thanked you before going to hug Bill.

“What the fuck was that?” You asked, wheezing slightly

“It saw us! IT knows where we are!” Eddie shouted

“It always did.” Bill muttered as he walked out of the garage and into the bright day light. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” You asked, a puzzled look on your face.

“Neibolt. That’s where G-Georgie is.” Bill looked determined.

“After that? Are you crazy?” Stan shouted

“Yeah its summer. We should be outside.” Richie murmured.

“If you say its S-Summer one more f-fucking t-time,” Bill said angrily as he grabbed Silver, and rode away. Leaving the rest of you.

“Bill! Wait/2 Bev shouted after him but he simply ignored her and continued on.

“We should go after him. Come on.” You said as you walked over to your bike and climbed onto it, Bev followed and so did the rest, albeit reluctantly.

“Bill!” Bev shouted to him, h was stood in front of the Neibolt house’s doors. “Bill you can’t go in there! This is Crazy!”

Bill stood his ground in front of the group, a determined look on his face.

“Look! You don’t have to come with me. But what happens when another Georgie goes missing? Or another Betty? Or another Ed Corcoron? Or one of us? Are you gonna pretend that it isn’t happening like the rest of the people in this town? Because i can’t. I go home and see that Georgie isn’t there. His clothes, his toys, his stupid stuffed animals but.... He isn’t. So walking into this house, for me... It’s easier than walking into my own.”

“Wow.” You glanced at Richie who was stood beside you.

“What?” Bev asked

“He didn’t stutter once.” Richie said before walking up the porch stairs of Neibolt. The rest of you began to follow, but were stopped by Stan.

“Wait! Shouldn’t we have people keep watch?” He asked. You could tell he was terrified to even be stood in the house’s garden. “You know, just in case something bad happens?”

“Who wants to stay out here?” Bill asked, everyone except you, Bev, and Bill raised their arms.

“You guys are wimps.” You sighed.

“Fuck.”

In the end, the group decided to draw straws. Bill, Eddie, and Richie were the ones that ended up going inside. You, Bev, Ben, Mike and Stan stood outside, staring at the house.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this Bevvie.” Bev looked over to you and put her hand on your shoulder.

“They’ll be fine...” She muttered, but her tone sounded as if she was trying to convince herself that they would.

Behind you Stan had began crying, You turned around and walked over to him.

“I can’t go in that house Mike. I can’t.” He sobbed quietly. You felt your heart drop, you looked over to mike who had the same sad look in his eyes. He put his arms around you both and you leaned into Mikes side.

After a few moments of being stood like that, crashing and screaming could be heard inside the house. All of you jumped and looked at each other.

“We gotta get inside. They might be in danger.” You said to them, Bev nodded in agreement.

“Shouldn’t we get somehelp? Like an adult?” Mike asked, fear evident in his voice.

“Adults are the ones ignoring this shit. We’ve got to go in before its too late!” You shouted, Bev looked around the garden and picked up a bit of fence that had broken off.

“Come on.” She said before running into the house, you ran after her and so did the others.

The five of you followed the sound of voices into what you assumed was the kitchen. You got there in the nick of time, The clown was running over to Richie in Bill but Bev quickly impaled it through the head. Your hands went to cover your mouth as you screamed, its face was distorted and the blood didn’t drip or flow like a humans... It just floated.

“Get Eddie!” Someone shouted but you couldn’t move. You were frozen in fear. You just stared at the clown, your breathing heavy. The rest of the losers were screaming, trying to help Eddie up, but all you could do was watch the creature in horror. Its hand became distorted and turned to talons. It stepped forward and screamed, making the others scream too. It laughed a twisted laugh before turning and slashing its talons on you and Ben. It slashed Ben’s stomach and Grazed the top of your thigh, That’s when you snapped out of your trance. Pain took over your leg and you bucked over, letting out a whimper of pain. Your leg felt like it was on fire, white hot pain shot through your leg as you tried to stand to escape. Your breathing was rapid as you could feel hot tears racing down your face.

“Don’t let him get away!” Bill said, strangly calm as he got up and followed IT.

“Bill! We have to help Eddie!” Richie shouted “I’m gonna snap your arm back into place!”

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” Eddie shouted, holding his arm away from Richie, which became evidently futile as Richie grabbed it and snapped it back with a sickening crack. Eddie screamed out in pain.

The group began to run out of the house. Richie and Bill helping Eddie as you tried to support your weight. You screamed in pain as you fell over.

“Guys! I can’t walk!” You screamed, Bev ran over to you and helped you up, she supported most of your weight as you ran to the door as fast as you could. Bev helped you down the stairs. Richie held his bike up and helped Bev get you onto the back. He quickly peddled away , as he did you risked a glance at your leg. The flesh was ripped open and blood stained your shorts. You let out a whimper as you felt tears flow down your face again.

“You! You did this!” Eddies mum pointed an acussing finger at you all, as she grabbed him roughly and threw him into the car.

“W-w-we were atacked M-Mrs. K-”

“No! Don’t!” She shouted, silencing Bill “Don’t try and blame anyone else.” She shouted. She began to fumble with her keys, dropping them on the ground.

“Let me help-” Bev began to bend down to grab her keys for here but was silenced by Eddies mum

“Don’t! Get back!” She said as she bent down, with obvious difficulty. “I know what they say about you miss marsh. And you (L/N) and i don’t want dirty girls like you toughing my son.” She got close to your faces, you leaned back. Richie, who was helping you stand and keep steady, frowned at her words. She began to walk back to her car, with a few more insults to you all, she got into the car and drove off, Eddie looked through the window at you all with a frown as she drove away. The group walked into the road and watched them drive off.

“I saw the Well. I k-know where IT is. A-And next time w-we’ll be more p-prepared.” Bill stuttered as he turned to the group. The idea of returning to that place made you sick to your stomach.

“No! There will be no next time Bill!” Stan shouted, he looked near enough to tears again. “You’re insane!”

“Why? We all know no one else is gonna do anything.” Bev sighed

“Eddie was almost killed! Y/N can barley walk! And this mother fucker is leaking hamburger helper!” Richie shouted, He used his free arm to motion at Ben, who stood with his hand on his wound.

“We can’t pretend it’s gonna go away!” Bev shouted, You had never seen her more determined. “Ben you said it yourself it comes back every 27 years.”

“Fine! I’ll be 40 and far away from here.” Ben frowned. “I thought you wanted to get out of this town too.”

“because i want to run towards something. Not away.”

“I’m sorry but who invited Molly Ringwald into the group?” Richie shouted, you gave him a little push. “I’m just saying! Lets face facts! Georgie is dead stop trying to get us killed too!”

“T-Take that B-Back.” Bill growled. Richie pushed you away, Stan grabbed you before you could fall over.

“Richie-!” You began, but before you could finish, Bill and Richie began to fight.

“Guys stop it!”

“This isn’t going to solve anything!”

“Stop it!”

Richie got pushed to the floor and you and Stan held him back and Ben and Mike held Bill back

“You’re just a bunch of fucking losers! Stop!” Richie shouted as he puched you and Stan away.

“This is what IT wants. It wants to divide us! We were all together when we hurt it. That’s why we’re still alive!” Bev shouted.

“Yeah? Well i plan to keep it that way.” Richie shouted as he walked towards his Bike, Shoving Bill. Stan, Mike and Ben followed. Yous stood rooted in the ground and Bev turned to you.

“Y/N-” she started but you shook your head.

“I can’t do this Bevvie. I’m sorry.” You muttered, frowning at her. You hobbled over to Stan who helped you onto the back of his bike. You looked back at Bev and Bill as you rode away. You felt guilty for leaving Bev like that, she was spur best friend. But, you couldn’t do this. Not after what had just happened.

It had been a week since after the incident at Neibolt and you still hadn't spoken to Bev. You ignored all her phone calls, asked your mum to say you were out if she came to your house, You even hid behind dumpsters if you saw her in public. Your mum had almost fainted when she saw your leg, Stan had ridden you home that night, helping you to your house. He even helped calm your mother, coming up with an excuse.

“Y/N where have you been- Oh dear god what happened to your leg!” Your mother shrieked. Your arm was around Stans shoulders as you stood at the door. Your mother stepped out of the way and let Stan walk you inside and sit you on a chair in the hall way.

“It was a dog. A big dog came out of nowhere while we were in the woods today. It jumped on her, but i managed t get it away, but i was a bit to late.” He rushed out

“Thank you, young man. Oh dear God we have to get you to A&E.” she sounded hysterical. She put your arm around her shoulder and stood you up, She grabbed her keys from the table and walked out of the door. Stan followed behind and closed the door. Your mother shoved you into the car and shut the door.

“Do you need a ride, young man?” She asked Stan. He shook his head, and got onto his Bike. You watched him ride off down your street as your mother started the car.

After that, it was you, Stan and Richie. It was weird at first but you soon grew close to them. It was hard not to after the indecent. You found yourself sat in Stan’s Bar Mitzvah, next to Richie. You sat in a state of entertained shock as you listened to his speech. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself as Richie stood up, applauding him.

A few days after Stan’s Bar Mitzvah, you were left home alone. Your leg had healed enough that you were no longer in pain when you walked on it. You were sat at the kitchen table, finishing your summer homework when the doorbell rang. You looked up and glanced to your mum.

“Go and answer the door sweetie. I’m a bit busy right now.” She said as she took the laundry out of the washing machine. You sighed as you stood up and walked to the door, not evening looking through the glass at who it was. There stood Bev, an apologetic look on her face. You frowned at her.

“What do you want?” You asked

“Y/N listen, I need to talk to you. I want to apologise for what happened. I shouldn't have tried to push you like that, it’s my fault you’re injured. Please forgive me?” Her voice was sad, you could tell she was truly sorry.

“There’s no need to apologise Bev. It’s not your fault im injured, that’s all me. I was... Paralysed. I couldn’t move at all. That’s why i’m injured.” You gave her a small smile “Do you maybe wanna catch a movie? I heard that that new Nightmare On Elm Street was pretty good.” Bev laughed lightly and you both shared a smile

“Sure. I’D like that.”

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canislupus-exe · 3 years

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Class Clown | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/gypsyastronaut on giphy <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

reader | he/him (she ver.)(they 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 cutest boy in all of Derry, Maine playing Galaga, but he was 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 guys 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 ‘guys 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, a guy 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 yet 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 button-up and dress pants 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 “Does he even remember my name?"s and the "Does he 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.”

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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.

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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

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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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stenbrozier · 4 years

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First Kiss - (Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader) Headcanons

Warnings: none :)

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- Eddie has always been a lil awkward

- He’s very scared of germs and new people, but the second he saw you

- He knew he was in deep

- You met Bill on your first day and he had you come hang out with him and his friends at lunch and Eddie just

- 😍😍🤤🤤😳☺️☺️

- Love at first sight you might say

- And he thought it was very weird cause he didn’t take well to strangers but you were just different to him

- Obviously Richie being Richie said something about it jokingly

- “Woah, Eds, stop staring! You’ll scare ‘em away!”

- Eddie turned a brighter shade of red

- And you smiled widely at him, finding his awkward behavior very cute and endearing

- You started hanging out with the Losers everyday after school, usually at the quarry or Bill’s, and you and Eddie got close

- He always talked to you about the things you loved

- And you always found him being interested in you cute

- Eddie once found out that you lost your copy of your favorite book, so he went out and bought you a new copy and that was when you found that he really listened and that you had a crush on him

- You told him you liked him

- And when he heard that, he got all flustered and told you his true feelings

- And from that point on you guys were inseparable

- Obviously, Eds is a gentleman and would ask to hold your hand

- Which, (when the losers saw y’all holding hands for the first time), nearly caused Richie to have a heart attack because

- “Eds, I thought you hated touching people!”

- “Well (Y/N) is different than other people!”

- Blushy babies 🥺🥺

- You guys don’t have your first kiss until you’ve been together for a few months, mostly because you both didn’t wanna pressure the other

- You knew Eddie had never had his first kiss

- And Eddie knew that you had kissed a few people before

- You guys kissed each other on the cheeks all the time, but he didn’t kiss your lips until one of the many times you all hung out at Bill’s after school

- And you and Eddie sat in the dining room for some peace and to do your homework

- You caught him staring at you with a red tint on his cheeks and you made a kissy face at him

- To which he responded with a soft “can h kiss you?”

- Your heart = liquified

- You nodded slightly, scooting the chair across the floor to be closer to him

- When Eddie’s lips met yours, your stomach flipped and your hands went to hold his cheeks

- He pulled away first, his arms going around your waist and leaning his forehead on yours

- “Best first kiss ever”

#eddie kaspbrak smut #eddie kaspbrak headcanons #eddie kaspbrak x reader #eddie kaspbrak #it chapter one imagines #it chapter 2 #it chapter 1 #it chapter two imagines #richie tozier #beverley marsh #mike hanlon #ben hanscom #bill denbrough #stanley uris #masterlist

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trashmouth-tozier89 · 4 years

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Welcome to the Loser’s Club Asshole! IT Rewrite Masterlist

Y/N L/N’s summer of ‘89 was supposed to be spent around her town, playing with friends and drawing art to pass the time. That was, until, her mother had made the permanent decision to move to a small town on the opposite side of Maine named Derry. No friends, no family, and no idea what the town was even like was not on the plan for Summer. Y/N didn’t think it could get any worse.

Then, she met a small group of boys who went by the name of the Loser’s club; there was Edward ‘Eddie’ Kaspbrak, the group hypochondriac; Stanley Uris, the mature one: William ‘Bill’ Denbrough, the group leader; and Richie the ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier, the group clown. The boys soon became best friends with Y/N, and she considered that maybe this summer wouldn’t be so bad; especially when the group got an extra 3 members; Beverley Marsh, Mike Hanlon and Ben Hanscom.

All while things were going swell, things went from bad to worse when the group realised the reason the children of Derry were going missing, and the fact they’d have to do something about it.

Let’s just say fighting a killer clown to the death was not on Y/N’s bucket list...

Pairing: Richie x Reader, Platonic!Reader x Losers Club

A/N - this is a rewrite of the film IT chapter 1 and 2, following Y/N, meaning it will contain most scenes from the film which I then have changed up a little or added lines in where I could. Therefore, you will recognise most of the lines from the Losers Club, though I take artistic license with some of it. I really hope you enjoy this, I certainly enjoyed writing it! Also whenever I refer to this in future posts, I will refer to it as Losers Club, simply because the title is quite long :)

L O S E R S C L U B

Chapter. 1

C A S T

O N E | Summer

T W O | The Barrens

T H R E E | Just a Crush

F O U R | The Quarry

F I V E | Trust In Me (Coming Soon)

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sejanusbaby · 4 years

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Richie Tozier + Trying For a Baby

A/N: Thank you for your patience! Hope you find this delightful.

Anonymous asked: can you write a richie or bill hader smut where the readers trying to get pregnant pleaseee?!

Warnings: Descriptions of sex.

Richie had made up his mind that he wanted children when he first fell in love with you.

Though, at the time, it wasn’t convenient or appropriate for him to present the idea. You both weren’t married, you didn’t have the stability in your own life to even think about that kind of responsibility, and you were both still farely young.

After some time of dating, though, Richie finally worked up enough confidence to get down on his knee and make you his forever.

Now, years later, you both had successful careers, a very well and steady income, and a nice home. All that was missing was those possible children Richie couldn’t get off of his mind.

So, as you both sat at the dinner table one night, you exchanged conversation with each other. Richie asked you how work was and you asked him about his new content for his show.

Richie cleared his throat and looked at you with some concern and worry in his eyes. Of course, this immediately triggered you to question him. “What’s wrong, babe?”

“Listen, Y/N.” Richie spoke,“I’m just going to be straight forward. We’ve been together for a long time now and I really want to expand our family.” He said, chewing his lip, nervous for your response.

You simply smiled at him and reavhed for his hand. “I’m totally okay with that idea.”

And from that day on, the both of you began to prepare yourselves for the process. It was going to be a hit or miss, and you wanted to make it as easy as possible.

It started with heated kisses and hands all over each other.

Richie was usually one to switch between rough and sweet when he’s in bed, but this time he was nothing but absolutely romantic and gentle.

He would shower your entire body in kisses and feel every part of your body.

He whispers to you,“You’re so beautiful. I can’t imagine how beautiful you’ll be with my baby inside of you, honey.”

The amount of hickies and kisses on your neck afterwards would be more than enough for peope to know who you belong to.

Boy, does that turn you on.

He will top 90% of the time, unless you really want to switch it up.

He loves the feeling of you, in general. Your soft skin and the taste of your lips on his. He is totally head over heels for you and wouldn’t hide it.

He knows exactly where to touch you to make you melt in his hands.

“Such a pretty baby, Y/N. God, I love you.”

Richie would probably want to fuck you at least three times during the day. Let’s be honest.

Of course, there would be mind blowing orgasms, as usual.

And lucky for the two of you, after your first two weeks of trying, plus a couple more for waiting, you held a positive pregnancy test in your hand.

There were so many tears between the two of you. You probably cried for a couple of days.

Richie immediately made every necessary appointment and made sure that your prenatal care was taken care of throughout the entire pregnancy.

He grew happier and happier when your belly grew bigger and bigger.

#imagine #it chapter two #pennywise #smut #fluff #richie tozier #x reader #headcanon #pregnant reader #bill hader #the losers club #stanley uris #bill denbrough #beverley marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak smut

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strangest-loser · 4 years

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IT Rewrite

Stay With Me ( And You Can Dream Forever) - Chapter Two

Chapter One //

MASTERLIST

Trigger Warnings: underage drinking, unhealthy relationships, smoking, drugs

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June 1899

~RING~

Rhiannon was the last one out of the classroom after bidding Mr. Castello a happy summer, one thing she wasn’t going to miss was Monday morning French class. Speed walking down the hall she could see Henry and his friends lined up against the wall jeering at kids who stalked past. Ducking under the arm of Stanley Uris (and ignoring the strange looks that her brother and his friends gave her) she pulled herself into the bathroom, she definitely wasn’t hiding from her ‘boyfriend’ and his pack of goons, why would you say that. The overwhelming, annoying screech of pig-faced Greta Keene hit her like a train and before she could even take stock of the situation wet garbage splashed the bottom of her boots from underneath a stall. “Fuck sake Gretta, do your parents really hate you that much that you need to take it out on innocent girls? or is it all that internalized homophobia that makes you stalk them in the bathroom?” she snarked out watching the girl pale before stomping out with her posse, any other girl would have gotten a beating after saying that but no one in their right mind would stand up against Rhiannon considering that she was dating Henry Bowers. Not because she was actually into him, god no!, but he gets her alcohol and cigarettes and as long as she looks pretty and keeps quiet he doesn’t get violent. Its sad but its the easiest way for Rhiannon to forget about what happened to Georgie, vodka is cheap and it takes the pain away, plus it let her try and loosen the noose around Bill and his friends.

The stall door that was spewing garbage opened up to reveal Beverly Marsh, the pretty redhead in Rhiannon’s english class. “Greta is a bitch, are you ok Beverly?” she asked pulling off her flannel and wetting the corner in the sink and helping the poor girl clean up. She didn’t miss the incredulous look on the girls face, *Why is ‘Bowers Girl’ helping me* spread across her features but the girl went along with it. Soon enough Beverly’s face was clear, her hair was rinsed under the faucet, dried under the hand dryer and brushed out with a comb, and her damp dress was now swapped out for a spare sundress in Rhiannon’s gym bag, and the small makeover done and shared cigarettes later the two girls were walking out of the east exit (Rhiannon purposefully avoiding her boyfriend who was at the west entrance) only to see someone struggling with their stuff, on closer inspection she saw it was that new kid in her Biology. “Hey Ben!” she greeted while Bev made her jab about passwords. There was fear in Bens eyes at the sight of the Brunette and that’s when it stung, this kid didn’t even know her but he was afraid of her. “Henry is over at the other side of campus so you should be ok” she confirmed sending her kindest smile towards the boy who seemed to relax slightly. “What are you listening to ?” Bev pulled his headphones off him before the poor boy could answer, he having gone red in the face when she smiled and called him out on listening to New Kids on The Block. Their little encounter was sweet and Rhiannon smiled at the obvious awe that was spattered across Bens face whenever he looked at Beverly. “I should go, see you around Rhiannon” Bev waved before walking off across the field. Rhiannon smiled at the kind girl and turned her sweet grin to the boy in front of her “That’s an awful lot to carry, do you need any help?” Ben stuttered and fumbled through a rejection which only prompted the girl to giggle, “You sound like my brother.”

After signing Bens yearbook with her signature and a sweet message she left towards the west entrance without another interruption, she knew if she was any later that Henry would be angry and Rhiannon was not in the mood to deal with his piss baby temper tantrums that afternoon. Coming up next to the bus lanes she saw the four bullies walking towards her brother and let out an audible “oh fuck” before speeding up. she saw Patrick pull something off Stanley’s head before tossing it in her direction, she caught it and realized it was his kippah, pocketing it before rushing forward and slapping on a flirty smile, “Hey Henry!” The boy in questions eyes lit up like a lion who just saw a steak and suppressing a disgusted shiver she laid her hands on his chest and leaned into his ear, “your dad is here, why don’t we get going yeah?” Rhiannon knew to keep her voice soft and to keep her hands moving, bringing them up to his shoulders and flashing him ‘bedroom eyes’, she felt dirty but she knew it would get him away from her brother and his friends. Henry took one look at the four kids behind her and she pulled out the big guns, pressing kisses on his neck she whispered “Plus I heard Johnathan Chase got a fresh supply in this morning.” The mention of weed pulled Henrys mind away from the boys and back onto Rhiannon, he began to walk away with her before she told him that she needed to talk to her brother for a second and she’d be in the car soon. Once all four boys were out of earshot she spat into the grass “I fucking hate doing that.”

Bill walked forward to his twin asking if she was ok only to be met with a reassurance that everything was fine. “Oh Stan,” she called for the Jewish boys attention before producing the lost prayer cap from her pocket, “I didn’t know if these could touch the ground or not so I caught it before it hit the tarmac.” All four boys looked at her like she had three heads before ‘Trashmouth’ Richie Tozier spoke what they were all thinking, “Christ Angel what the hell are you doing being that nice and dating Bowers, not to mention you are way out of his league.” Rhiannon smirked at the boy before she answered back “Because who else is going to keep you knuckleheads from getting your faces beat, as long as I can twirl my hair and pout my lips long enough to get Pewee and his three dumbasses to leave you guys alone then that’s enough for me.” The horn going off across the parking lot made Rhiannon jump before she started to wrap up their little chat. “Oh and Eddie, tell your mom that the shit she ordered came into the pharmacy last night whenever she wants to pick it up.” With that she jogged across the field and jumped into Belches blue Pontiac Firebird and was immediately dragged into Henry’s lap with his tongue down her throat. If she had to whore herself out to Bowers to keep those boys safe then she would do it one thousand times over, she wasn’t going to let another brother get hurt, not if there was anything she could do about it.

Sitting and listening to the ‘Bowers Gang’ on any given day was like Rhiannon personally ripping her own brain cells and shoving them in a blender. The one thing that was stopping her from slamming her head against the wall was the bottle of vodka that Patrick passed her out of his backpack when they got to the scrapyard which she now held between her thighs as she took the blunt from Vic. After going through the motions of hanging out with the four assholes for the past few months it became increasingly easy to block the whole world out like a hazy white noise machine. This is not where she wanted to be spending her life, she hated the three idiots sat around her and as for Henry, who stood behind her telling some random shitty (probably racist) story, well she would probably hate him just as much if she didn’t know how fucking sad his childhood was, but she just felt kind of sorry for him. Plus he wasn’t so bad when they were alone, sometimes he was actually nice, when he first spoke to her it was 2 weeks after she got out of the hospital and she was walking back from her part time job at the pharmacy when she saw him sitting in the back alley nursing a broken nose. After contemplating her apparent death wish she made her way down the alley and kneeled in front of the then 15 year old before pulling him into the back room of Keene’s pharmacy and patching him up. Two days later it was Monday morning and after multiple threats towards the girls safety if she spilled a word about what his father did to him Henry was thoroughly shocked to find that he wasn’t met with mockery but instead with praise. It took Belch telling about how the entire school was talking about how he beat up some guys from a rival school in Bangor and that he won the fight that caused him to track down the Denbrough girl when she was walking out of Biology and ask her why she didn’t say what actually happened. “What would I gain from telling anyone what happened to you, it wasn’t my business to tell, I figured that people would ask anyway so why not say that you won in a fight instead.” After that Rhiannon spent more time with Henry outside of school and eventually their relationship just became one of convenience. Now Rhiannon just felt like she was stuck in a situation that she couldn’t get out of anymore, they had been together for months now and she couldn’t imagine that Henry would be too kind if she were to end things. It hurt Rhiannon to go through the motions of the mess she got herself into, especially when she didn’t like Henry but was practically in love with the glasses wearing dumbass who was her twins best friend. The haze on her brain was starting to clear as she exhaled the only thing keeping her sane at that moment and passed the drug to the boy behind her, capping the bottle in her lap before handing it back to the creepy Hockstetter boy and brushing off her jeans and announcing her departure. Without so much as a look from the four assholes who were still talking racist crap. Rhiannon was sure to give them the mental bird on her way.

The garage door was open when Rhiannon walked into the driveway, she watched her father storm out and into the house looking pissed and getting closer to the open door she could see Bill staring at the sewer diagram he had been building. “He didn’t listen did he?” she mumbled standing in the doorway. It was heartbreaking for Rhiannon to watch her brother obsess over finding their baby brother and part of her wanted to believe him, she wanted more than anything in the world for Georgie to be alive, just lost. Bill was silent but she could feel the hurt rolling off him as she joined him in helping to dismantle the structure of the Derry sewers. It was silent as the twins spent the rest of the evening at each others sides, this was normal for them as they had been inseparable since they were little but since loosing Georgie any moment that the two were home was spent practically joined at the hip, so much so that unless the duo slept beside each other at night (mostly in Bill’s room) they were plagued by nightmares. That night the twins were wrapped up in their blankets whispering to each other so as not to disturb the silent house, the moon streamed through the window when Bill asked his sister a question he had been thinking about all afternoon, “a-are you coming w-with us to t-the b-barrens tomorrow?” Rhiannon stared at the ceiling while weighing her options, she could spend the day bored as fuck with people she hates while pretending to be someone she is not or she could hang out with people she actually cared about.

She really should have taken into consideration how FUCKING BAD the barrens would smell. “Guys, this place is actually fucking disgusting.” Rhiannon echoed into the drainpipe where her brother and Richie stood laughing at Eddie making faces and yelling “I told you so!” at Richie who just winked at Rhiannon before backtracking and grabbing her hand to pull her into the water her twin was currently wading through looking for clues, “Come on doll, this cant smell as bad as Bowers’ unwashed ass crack.” he jabbed in his Irish Cop voice which pulled groans of annoyance out of the boys and a genuine laugh out of the brunette, “Very true Rich.” Walking on ahead she stood at Bill’s side watching the movement of the water while Bill swirled a stick through it, drowning out Richie and Eddie’s bickering when Bill’s stick catches on a white sneaker forcing everyone into silence.

At least it wasn’t Georgie’s shoe.

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#it chapter two #it richie #it chapter one #it #it 2017 #it chapter 2 #richiebeepbeeptozier #richie trashmouth #richie tozier x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #bill denbrough x reader x stan uris #stanley uris x reader #beverly marsh #beverley #ben hanscom

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thatwriterkei · 4 years

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Y'all should send me some FMK asks 👉🏻👈🏻

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charliekaspbrak · 4 years

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Secret lovers (2017 Beverly x fem reader)

Okay how much longer was she going to be able to keep the fact she's has a crush on a girl and what makes it harder is that she's sees her every day as they have the same friend group. Just as she was stepping out of her house she sees the girl who has her heart "hey y/n I figured we could walk the to club house together" Beverley says and y/n agreed. As the girls walked y/n couldn't help but have her gaze apon bev as she admires how the sun reflects off of her face, god she knew she needed to get this off her chest but Derry wasn't Exactly the most friendly of places to LGBTQ people. The girl made it into the barrens and that's when y/n blurs out "bev I love you" it was in a moment of awkwardness after she felt their hands brush against peach and now all she heard was the sounds the birds chirping. Not even bev's footsteps could be heard and that worried the girl to death "do you really mean it?" Beverley asked and since y/n was looking at her feet she Didn't see Beverley smiling lightly "y-y-yea" she stutters mentally face plaming. She then heard Beverley's foot steps getting close and she feels her gently lift her chin up "listen I was so afraid to say this seeing the way richie had been treated when he was just thought to be gay but you know what, f*ck it" Beverley says. Before y/n knew it she felt soft lips apon hers and after a few seconds she kissed back and the kissed last a minute before the girls pulled away "she are we a thing?" Beverley asked "if you want us to be" y/n said and Beverley just held her hand. They finally get to the clubhouse and told the other losers as they knew that they could trust them with this and unsurprisingly the boys were supportive and congratulated the 2.

#the losers club #losers club #it 2017 #beverly marsh #Beverley Marsh x fem reader #Beverly Marsh x reader

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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can you do something with bev🥺 like it can be literally anything - it’s just so hard to find stuff on her

I KNOW RIGHT!!! bev content is lackingg!! don’t worry, i got you

the right words to say

warnings: bev x fem reader!!! soft fluffiness heh. and smoking. aaaand language.

word count: 1.2k

her fiery locks bounced short on her head as she road fleeing sherman lane. her crew socks and worn out reebok’s peddling her rusty bike down the slope of the asphalt. lose floral sundress flying back from her sped, the cuts and scars on her legs exposed. some fresh, from your recent adventures.

she is your best friend, always will be. ever since you two met each other, your souls intertwined. she’s cool, cooler than anyone you’ve ever met. she’s stubborn, can be such a prick sometimes. but she’s beautiful, in a friend sort of way. yeah, just in a friend way. right?

to be honest you had no idea. sure, you were in highschool, you had boyfriends and you liked your boyfriends. but your boyfriends didn’t act like bev, they didn’t speak like bev, and they sure and hell didn’t smell like her(like the perfume she stole from the mall; citrusy with a touch of musk.

it was just a girl thing though, it was normal to think your friends were pretty and shit. everything you were feeling is NORMAL. it’s normal to blush when you think of your friends, it’s normal to stare at them when they’re not looking, and it’s normal to imagine their lips on yours so soft an-

“l/n” bev mused “you seriously need to go to bed earlier, it’s like i’m pulling you down from jupiter.” you shook your head and looked back at bev, her break stand on the gravel and her foot dangling from the bike seat where she perched.

“sorry marsh, i’m good now” you threw your bike on the ground and began walking with her toward the quarry. the water was a deep turquoise today, matching your bra you used for a bathing suit.

you both stripped eagerly, the summer sun making your skin hot to the touch. she wore a white bra and pantie set, with little pink polka dots. “nice lingerie” she joked, pointing at your black underwear with a small duck on them. “shut it bev.”

you held yourself hand out in an invitation to hers, you always held hands and jumped in together. her hand clasped yours, it was rough and calloused from the days she spent climbing up trees to get away from henry and gretta. before you had time to think bev had jumped, her weight pulling you with her.

the water always felt the same, frigid. it was refreshing on the days that you couldn’t walk on the asphalt barefoot without burning the soles of your feet.

beverley’s head popped up shortly after yours, she slicked her amber locks back and inhaled deeply. your bodies floated on the stagnant water, for a while actually, it was so peaceful.

your bodies migrated to the shallow part of the quarry, a little place you and her called ‘pebble palace.’ she handed you a opaque stone “pebble for your thoughts” she always did that. you took the pebble and rubbed it in between your index finger and thumb. “dont really have any right now” you breathed, your mind crowded with every thought imaginable.

“well i have one” she stole the stone back from you, “scared for highschool to start back up, if ‘m bein honest” she skipped the stone into the water, that’s what you two did. after a pebble-thought has shared, you had to throw the pebble back into the water.

school was closer then you’d like to admit, a week left of days like this. you picked up a pebble and threw it in the water, “still get to see you though, so i’m not too bummed.” she smiled like the always did, “yeah, it’s that aspect isn’t as sucky”

she laid back on one of the rocks, she usually naps around this time after we are done swimming. the sun captured her perfectly, her freckles looked like constellations and her limbs were loose and relaxed. she was alluring.

her nap was short lived, the sun was hot, you both mutually agreed to go back into the water. she splashed you "so, you still talking to kent?" she asked, you looked down and smiled "nah, too boring." you both splashed each other and she prodded "but why not? too pretty to be riding solo"

that made you blush under your sun burnt skin, she took noticed and continued "probably the most gorgeous girl in this town" she traced her fingers along your jaw "soft on the eyes" she slurred.

you stood there idle, why was she doing this to you?

"such pretty hair" with her other hand she rain her fingers through your damp ends "and eyes" she titled up your head to make eye contact with her. she was close now, you could smell the lilac candies on her breathe. you both subconsciously gravitated closer to each other, you lips almost brushing. your breath became audible, the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

you turned around and regulated your air flow. "what the fuck marsh" you cursed "what the fuck is happening?" you carded your locks through your fingers, your world running in circles around you. "im sorry y/n- i thought you liked it!" she sloshed her legs through the water to be face-to-face to you once again.

"what are you trying to do to me?" your feeling welled up in the corners of your eyes and began to drip down your face. " y/n, i thought you and me and some -eh- chemistry?" your eyes went blank, homosexuality was a ew concept in the 80's. sure, men homosexuality was well known but female? barley heard of, basically only in porn (which you may or may not have watched.)

"bev- we cant be into each other" you laughed nervously "we are friends, we are GIRLS, we cant like each other." beverley's face dropped in disbelief "i see the way you look at me l/n, you cant fake that type of shit" you tried to stop her but she kept going:

"youre the only person who makes me feel something, youre the light of my life. youre not like anyone else, better than any stupid boy. youre everything y/n, everything."

your words stumbled together, you couldnt form a sentence if your life depended on it. "i- well thats so nice of you ca- i feel that som- well no that you r- like agree-" she hushed you with a kiss, fire works went off in your head. kissing a girl felt so much better then kissing a guy.

you spent the rest of the evening holding hands and walking around the forest 'no i thought you were so pretty' 'i think ive like you forever, swear to god!'

bev and you road back to your house, your curfew was soon. "so" bev started "ive been dropping hints for like- ever- why didnt you stay anything?"

you bit your lip in contemplation; you were never really good with phrasing things. "i guess i was just looking for the right words to say" you bashed. "and that is" bev leaned in "i love you" you whispered, she answered by kissing you one last time before the sun fell behind the horizon.

#beverly marsh #Beverly Marsh fluff #bev marsh #it fic #it can fic #Sophia Lillie #Sophia lillis fic #Beverley marsh #beverly marsh imagine #beverley marsh imagine #fluff #Sophia lillis imagine #it fluff #it fanfiction #it chap 2 #it chapter two #it movie

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‘A Nightmare On Elm Street’ || R.T. x Reader

"I vote to watch 'A Nightmare On Elm Street'!" Richie 'Trash-Mouth' Tozier, a 15 year old boy known to have a perverted sense of humour, piped up as the Loser's Club debated in Beverly Marsh's livingroom.

"For once, Dumpster's right." (Y/N) chuckled, leading her to receive a nudge to the side from Richie.

The majority of the Loser's Club groaned, but, agreed to watch it. (Y/N), with a pep in her step, got off of her place next to Richie, putting on 'A Nightmare On Elm Street' into the DVD player.

The Loser's, in an unorderly way, all spread in the livingroom; Eddie on Beverley's bean-bag chair, Bill and Stan cuddled up on the carpet, Ben and Beverly sitting on the loveseat, Mike down on the lazy-boy, while Richie and (Y/N) were on the couch.

When it was found that 'A Nightmare On Elm Street' was half-way through, Mike fell asleep, snoring a bit loudly— Eddie, as well as Stan, got called to go home— Ben got hungry, leading him to Beverly's kitchen— while Beverly and Bill continued to pay attention to the screen.

Richie, on the other hand, lounged out on the couch, leaving no space for (Y/N) to sit.

(Y/N), unable to stay awake, fell against Richie's shoulder. He flinched at the contact, but, placed his arm around the girl’s torso, pulling her closer.

As 'A Nightmare On Elm Street' ended, Richie tried to stay awake, but it proved to be difficult as he drifted to darkness— (Y/N)'s body curled to Richie's chest, he tightened his grip around her.

The rest of the Loser's Club, still at Beverly's, continued to sleep. Richie laid in silence. . . He jumped up, startled, as he felt (Y/N) shivering. He scanned the basement to see the sweatshirt he'd worn to Beverly's, but took off when he arrived.

Richie, still half-asleep, reached out to grab it. He placed it over (Y/N), watching as she warmed up in an instant. . . He then, smiling, stared at the girl for a moment. She's always been gorgeous. . . It wasn't long before Richie fell asleep, like the rest of the Loser's.

"They're so cute!"

"Shut up, Beverly, you're going to—"

Richie woke up, squinting as he tried to adjust to the light— he saw Beverly and Bill looking at him, and of course, he panicked. He heard a faint 'Too Late. . .' as he felt (Y/N)'s body shift in discomfort— (Y/N)'s right leg entangled Richie's left, as she embraced the boy's waist. Richie's sweatshirt laid on (Y/N)'s back, wrapping the two Loser's together.

"Ah, so the Trash-Mouth has a heart!" Beverly, as obnoxiously as she could, mocked. Glaring, Richie flipped her off in response. The red-haired girl giggled, shaking her head as she walked away to Ben.

As he shook (Y/N) in attempt to wake her, he found it was to no avail.

"(Y/N), wake up." Richie, as gently as possible, whispered to (Y/N) as he continued to shake her.

"No. . . I don't want to. . ." She whined, as she pulled the Trash-Mouth closer to her.

He groaned, looking up to see all of the Loser's gone— "(Y/N), seriously, get up."

(Y/N), stubborn as ever, rolled over to lay on Richie's lap. He laughed a little bit, watching as a goofy grin spread on (Y/N)'s face.

"Fine." He said, defeated. Picking her up, he placed (Y/N) back on the couch. (Y/N) clung to Richie's sweatshirt; in that moment, he knew he wasn't going to get it back.

"I'll see you in a bit, sweetheart." He smiled, bending down to kiss (Y/N)'s forehead.

Richie looked up to meet Bill's stare. . . Neither of the Loser's said anything to the other—

". . . Let's pretend you didn't see that." Richie said to Bill, being the one to break the silence.

#richie tozier #beep beep richie #richie x reader

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Surprise

A/N here's one of the requested IT imagines, I hope you like it :)

Pairing: Beverly Marsh x fem reader

Summary: both Richie and Billy have a crush on the reader, but she surprises them both when she tells them she likes Beverly.

Warnings: none

Beverly Marsh

"She's mine, you fucktard!" Richie exclaimed at Bill, who had just made a comment about how he wanted to ask you out on a date once you arrived at their lunch table.

"D-d-dude, that's n-not fair," Billy responded, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I called dibs on her, Billy, so it is fair!"

"H-how about we buh-both ask her who sh-she likes, and whoever sh-she picks, th-that's who gets her."

"Fine!"

The rest of the Losers, besides you and Mike- as he was homeschooled, all watched in silence. Beverly didn't mention how she liked you too. The group hadn't seen the two so heated since they gotten into that fight about going to kill It. They continued glare at each other until you sat down, and you immediately noticed the tension. "What's going on, guys?" You asked, sitting next to Beverly and smiling shyly at her.

"Y/N, I'm gonna get straight to the point," Richie said, crossing his arms over he table and looking at you seriously. "Uh, okay," You said, confused. He glanced at Billy, who nodded, before taking a deep breath. "Billy and I both really like you, and we want to know which one of us you like."

Your eyebrows lifted as your eyes widened. "Oh! Um.." you trailed off, looking back and forth between them, briefly glancing at Beverly. "I'm so sorry. You guys are so great, but I, uh, I like someone else."

"What?" Both Billy and Richie exclaimed, Richie throwing his face in his hands as he groaned. "W-who do you like?" Billy asked, wanting to know who the lucky guy was.

You glanced around at all of your friends, all waiting for your answer. You looked at Beverley last, plucking up the courage to say,"I like Bev, guys." Beverly's eyes widened, and everyone's mouths dropped open.

"Wait, what? You seriously like wannabe Molly Ringwald?" Richie questioned, his face showing his annoyance. Beverly was so shocked at your words she couldn't even make a comeback, or even flip him off. "Yeah, I do," You nodded shyly, before gesturing to your food,"Now, can I eat?" You wanted nothing more than to change the subject, as you hadn't expected this at all. You weren't planning on confessing your feelings to your best friend and only other girl in the group.

They nodded, both slightly hurt that you didn't like either of them, but they couldn't get mad at you for it. The others immediately began talking about other things, trying to forget about the awkwardness that just happened. You didn't speak for the rest of lunch, but you smiled softly as you felt a soft hand intertwine with yours.

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Bloody Knuckles | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/t-e-doubled-y on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

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

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

warnings | Fighting, swearing, blood, underage drinking, catcalling, slightly angsty

word count | 1,616

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

summary | YO YO YO can you do another RICHIE fic. I read your last one (kiss me kiss me) and i think I died. ANY KIND WOULD BE MUCH APPRECIATED, smut, making out, dating headcanons, idk 2 am confessions, patching him up whatever U WANT

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You glanced at your alarm clock, the large red numbers indicating that it was 2:47 in the morning. You sighed, the insomnia was exhausting, as ironic as that was. You wished you could just close your eyes and sleep the night away like a normal person. Alas, you were stuck with staring at your ceiling and thinking about anything and everything.

A loud ringing broke you from your trance. You jumped up and ran to the phone that hung on your wall. There was only one person in the world who would call you at this hour, and honestly, you couldn’t be happier that he was calling.

“Richie.” You breathed out as soon as the phone hit your ear. You heard him laugh.

“Hey doll, hope I didn’t wake you.” He replied. You smiled.

“You know damn well I never sleep at this hour.” You said.

“Yeah, I know. What do you say we go out? Walk the town and wreak havoc on unsuspecting souls.” He said. You sighed.

“How about we just visit the liquor store and get something to drink? Leave the wreaking havoc for another night?” You asked. Richie laughed.

“As you please monsieur. Meet at Benny’s in five?” He asked.

“Yeah, see you then.” You replied and placed the phone back on the wall. You slipped off your pajama shorts and quickly walked to your dresser to grab a pair of jeans. Once they were up you grabbed a sweater and a pair of shoes, quickly slipping both on and locking your door, just in case your (g/n) tried to open it. You walked to your window and pushed it open, stepping through and walking towards the town liquor store.

The walk was short and you found yourself there in three minutes tops. And seeing as Richie wasn’t there yet, you decided to buy the drinks first. You pushed open the door and sighed, the smell of dirty mop water never failing to make you feel queasy. You prowled down the small aisles and smiled as you came to the soda dispenser.

You grabbed two cups and filled them with ice and Coca-Cola. After filling both about seventy-five percent of the way and securing the lids, you walked to the counter to buy the most important part of the cocktail.

“Two extra-large cups of soda and one bottle of Hennessy please.” You said to the man at the counter. He looked at you before sighing.

“You’ll need an ID for that bottle.” He replied. You went to reach for your wallet but sighed.

“Damn, I forgot it. Just the two sodas then.” You said. The man was about to start ringing you up before the bell of the store was heard. You looked over and saw Richie, smiling coyly and holding out his ID. The cashier sighed before grabbing it.

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” He grumbled before handing Richie back his card.

“200 or 750?” The cashier asked.

“200 will be fine,” Richie replied. The cashier sighed before grabbing a small bottle of Hennessy and scanning the barcode.

“6.37.” He said. You handed him the exact change, having gotten these exact things one too many times. He placed the money into the cash register before pulling out the receipt and bagging your items. He handed you the bag and the receipt with a face that made it clear he didn’t want to be working this late.

You grabbed your items before walking out, not wanting to spend another second in there. Once you got out you handed Richie his soda and grabbed yours from the bag.

“Shall we?” He asked, ushering to the back of the store where you usually sat on the curb. You smiled before doing a fake bow.

“Oui Oui.” You replied before flopping on edge of the sidewalk. You opened the lid of your soda before pouring in half the bottle of alcohol. Richie did the same with the remainder of the drink. You stirred your mixture before taking a large drink and sighing.

“This is the life. Not everyone can say they can sneak out at three in the morning and drink alcohol with their best friend, can they?” You asked and laid your head on Richie’s shoulder. He laughed.

“Not many.” He replied before taking a swig. You smiled, nothing but the loud chirping of crickets interrupting this moment. At least that’s what you thought. There was a loud whistle, the one you’d hear men use when catcalling.

“Lookey here boys. What’s a pretty young man like you doing with a wimp like that?” Someone called out. You looked up, greeted with the sight of three men at least five years your senior. You could feel Richie stiffen up. He knew these types of men, and the fact that you were the brunt of it didn’t bode well either.

“Piss off will you,” Richie said, glaring at the three men. One of the guys scoffed.

“This one’s got a mouth on him.” He said. Richie stood up.

“You bet your damn ass I do, now leave us alone before you regret it,” Richie said. The first man laughed.

“Oh god, we’re shaking in our boots! Please, mister, don’t hurt us.” He said in a fake high pitch voice. Richie had had enough and decided that this was the time to strike the first punch. So he leered back his fist and launched it straight into the man’s jaw, causing him to stumble back and shout in pain.

“Richie!” You shouted, surprised that he had so effortlessly punched someone. You stood up and watched as the man clutched his jaw. He straightened his posture and spit out what you could only assume was blood.

“You’re in for it now bitch.” He mumbled before swinging his fist in Richie’s gut. You placed a hand over your mouth in shock as you watched Richie swing punch after punch at three men who were much older and much bigger than he was. You could see his nose bleeding and his eyes turning black. You felt helpless.

“Leave him alone!” You shouted, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Shut up before you’re next!” One of the men shouted.

“Don’t you dare touch him!” Richie yelled before kicking him in his groin. This only fueled the men further. One grabbed his right arm, the other grabbed his left. The third man was still recovering from the groin kick but you were sure what he was planning to do after wasn’t good.

You looked around, looking for anything to help you. Maybe a large branch? A piece of metal? There seemed to be nothing you could use as a weapon until your eyes landed on the Hennessy bottle. You quickly picked it up and smacked the bottom on the side of the wall.

“I said leave him alone!” You shouted. Richie and the men stopped struggling, staring at the bottle in your hand. One of them scoffed.

“You don’t have the guts bitch.” He said.

“Try me.” You replied before quickly scraping his arm with the bottle. He shouted, blood now gushing from his arm.

“You psycho!” He shouted, clutching his now bleeding arm. The two men holding Richie quickly dropped him, now helping their friend. They glared at you but stayed away, obviously not wanting to get maimed. You walked towards Richie and knelt down.

“Hey nerd, are you okay?” You asked quietly. Richie smiled, showing his teeth covered in blood.

“Never been better, doll.” He replied before coughing. You laughed quietly.

“Come on, let’s get you home. The last thing I need is for you to die in front of some liquor store.” You said before placing his arm on your shoulder and helping him up.

>> timeskip <<

You sat Richie on your bed before walking to your bathroom and gathering the necessary materials to patch him up. Bandages, rubbing alcohol, and a glass of water. You placed those on your dresser before walking to the kitchen to grab an ice pack, salt, and paper towels. You made your way back to your room before quietly shutting the door and sitting next to Richie.

“God, you’re a mess.” You whispered, grabbing the paper towels and beginning to wipe off the blood on his face. He smiled faintly.

“What can I say, I must protect my lord’s honor.” He replied. You laughed.

“You’re such a nerd.” You said. His smile stayed adorned on his face as you continued to fix him up. You placed the rubbing alcohol on the paper towel before grabbing his hands and slowly rubbing them. He winced as you did so, the sting bringing small tears to his eyes.

“Sorry, I just have to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” You said. He shook it off.

“It’s fine.” He said as you began to wrap his knuckles in the bandage. Once you finished you began to pour salt into the glass of water. After waiting a minute for it to mix, you handed it to him. He tilted his head back and poured all of it into his mouth, swishing it around feverishly before spitting it back out. You handed him the ice pack, which he gladly placed on his black eye.

“Thanks for fighting those guys. I’m not sure what they would’ve done if you hadn’t.” You said quietly. Richie smiled before pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You probably would’ve fucked that guy’s arm up sooner.” He replied. You laughed.

“Really though, thank you.” You whispered. His cheeks turned red before he nodded. You held your breath and quickly kissed his cheek, standing upright after to take the cup of bloody water to the sink. Richie sat on your bed, his cheeks crimson and his heart thumping out of his chest, but a large smile on his face nonetheless.

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canislupus-exe · 3 years

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Class Clown | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/gypsyastronaut on giphy <<

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

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

>><<

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.

“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.

“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

>><<

“(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-”

>><<

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?”

>><<

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

>><<

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.

>><<

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

>><<

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.

>><<

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

>><<

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

>><<

"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

>><<

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.

“(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.

“(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.

“I already figured that out, Tozier.”

>><<

I need to stop overthinking you

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Bloody Knuckles | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/t-e-doubled-y on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

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

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

warnings | Fighting, swearing, blood, underage drinking, catcalling, slightly angsty

word count | 1,616

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

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“Richie.” You breathed out as soon as the phone hit your ear. You heard him laugh.

“Hey doll, hope I didn’t wake you.” He replied. You smiled.

“You know damn well I never sleep at this hour.” You said.

“Yeah, I know. What do you say we go out? Walk the town and wreak havoc on unsuspecting souls.” He said. You sighed.

“How about we just visit the liquor store and get something to drink? Leave the wreaking havoc for another night?” You asked. Richie laughed.

“As you please my liege. Meet at Benny’s in five?” He asked.

“Two extra-large cups of soda and one bottle of Hennessy please.” You said to the man at the counter. He looked at you before sighing.

“You’ll need an ID for that bottle.” He replied. You went to reach for your wallet but sighed.

“I don’t get paid enough for this.” He grumbled before handing Richie back his card.

“200 or 750?” The cashier asked.

“200 will be fine,” Richie replied. The cashier sighed before grabbing a small bottle of Hennessy and scanning the barcode.

You grabbed your items before walking out, not wanting to spend another second in there. Once you got out you handed Richie his soda and grabbed yours from the bag.

“Shall we?” He asked, ushering to the back of the store where you usually sat on the curb. You smiled before doing a fake bow.

“Lookey here boys. What’s a pretty youngun like you doing with a fag like that?” Someone called out. You looked up, greeted with the sight of three men at least five years your senior. You could feel Richie stiffen up. He was sensitive to homophobic slurs to start with, and the fact that you were being catcalled probably didn’t bode well either.

“Piss off will you,” Richie said, glaring at the three men. One of the guys scoffed.

“This one’s got a mouth on him.” He said. Richie stood up.

“You bet your damn ass I do, now leave us alone before you regret it,” Richie said. The first man laughed.

“Leave him alone!” You shouted, tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Shut up before you’re next!” One of the men shouted.

“Don’t you dare touch them!” Richie yelled before kicking him in his groin. This only fueled the men further. One grabbed his right arm, the other grabbed his left. The third man was still recovering from the groin kick but you were sure what he was planning to do after wasn’t good.

“I said leave him alone!” You shouted. Richie and the men stopped struggling, staring at the bottle in your hand. One of them scoffed.

“You don’t have the guts bitch.” He said.

“Try me.” You replied before quickly scraping his arm with the bottle. He shouted, blood now gushing from his arm.

“Hey nerd, are you okay?” You asked quietly. Richie smiled, showing his teeth covered in blood.

“Never been better, doll.” He replied before coughing. You laughed quietly.

“Come on, let’s get you home. The last thing I need is for you to die in front of some liquor store.” You said before placing his arm on your shoulder and helping him up.

>> timeskip <<

“God, you’re a mess.” You whispered, grabbing the paper towels and beginning to wipe off the blood on his face. He smiled faintly.

“What can I say, I must protect my liege’s honor.” He replied. You laughed.

“Sorry, I just have to make sure it doesn’t get infected.” You said. He shook it off.

“Thanks for fighting those guys. I’m not sure what they would’ve done if you hadn’t.” You said quietly. Richie smiled before pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You probably would’ve fucked that guy’s arm up sooner.” He replied. You laughed.

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