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lmao get loved loser

get absolutely fucking treasured

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ugh i wanna make a super smutty multi-part fic ab richie and mike- the rowdy tozier twins who both have a massive crush on y/n.

richie is so loud and outgoing with affection and mike is super quiet and reserved with his <3

AND Y/N IS LIKE OBLIVIOUS???

idk i love the idea of two brothers fighting for one girl haisjwisi

would anyone even want to read this?

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First time doing this , im not even sure if this is how you request something sorry if not + this is not my firts languaje sorry again . I JUST CANT GET OVER THE THOUGHT OF COMFORTING MIKE WHEN HE FEELS INSECURE AAAAAA having the biggest Mike br rn

bother || mike wheeler x reader

a/n : tysm for the request! i hope u enjoy! &

@m1ke-wheeler tysm for the request awell <3

unedited

fluff mostly, bit of angst

Mike Wheeler, a loser, and his popular girlfriend, Y/n walked hand in hand to every class each day.

It was a ritual that almost everyone at hawkins high knew.

“Bye Mikey.” Y/n chirped as she pressed a kiss to his sharp jaw, his face turning red from the affection.

Even after all this time she still gave him butterflies like no other.

“See you.” He whispered letting go of her hand as she walked into her science class.

Mike sighed that she was now gone but continued on to where he was supposed to be, Mike hated this particular class since he had no one to talk to- who would want to be friends with him? His hellfire shirt scared off any potential peers.

Mike walked over to his seat and sat down, keeping his head held low. He was aware of all the eyes on him, but he decided to ignore them. He was used to it at this point, people who knew nothing about him judging him like they did.

Y/n had always told him not to give them power, not let them see they were bothering him.

So that’s what he always did.

“Why is she even going out with that nerd?” Her heard a girl whisper, he knew it was about him.

Don’t let them bother you.

“She has Andy and Chance chasing after her, lucky bitch.” He heard another girl reply- Mike’s stomach dropped, Andy and Chance? Weren’t those basketball players? They liked

Y/n? What chance did Mike have against the two most popular boys in the school?

No no, Mike don’t freak yourself out. Y/n loves you. You and only you.

Don’t let these girls bother you.

Mike tried to reassure himself but he didn’t feel much better.

Oh well, by next period he should be better. When he finally got to see her.

When he finally got to hold Y/n by the hand and take her to her next class, that simple four minute passing period would definitely lift his spirits.

“Y’know I heard Andy was gonna ask her out.” He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard that,

“No way. She’s dating-“ Girl number two paused ‘lowering’ her voice as she spoke.

“That guy.” Mike could feel their eyes bore into him, and if he could? He’d sink into the floor.

“And? You think Andy can’t take him on? The boys a stick!” The last part was whispered he’d guessed to try and save his feelings, She didn’t do a very good job.

“Stop that’s so mean!” Girl number one said yet still cackled like it was the funniest thing she’s heard all year.

“Whatever, i’m sure Y/n will come to her senses soon enough.” Mike finally poked his head up- seeing Mandy and Georgia, Y/n’s friends and two of the most popular girls in school. They were staring right at him.

They quickly looked away when they saw him look, giggling while doing so.

Mike felt sick, sick because they were right.

He was a freak. Y/n could have anyone she wanted- why did she choose him? And to hear those mean words from her own friends?

He didn’t think he was very attractive, nor very strong. She could have someone who was everything he wasn’t at the snap of a finger.

His thoughts began to consume him, he tried not to let it bother him but it was hard because it just made sense to him, so much so he forgot to pick Y/n up from her class.

“Mike!” Y/n called to him, he turned from his locker and watched as she happily jogged up to him.

It was then he realized he had forgotten.

How could he forget something like that?Leaving her all alone? What a good boyfriend he was..

“Hey Mikey.” she chirped, leaning against the locker next to his.

“Hi.” He said blandly, turning to face her.

Odd, but she proceeded.

“So, you wanna go see ‘The Thing’ after school? Heard it’s scary.” She smiled, knowing he had said he wanted to go earlier that week.

However he shook his head quickly, unable to look her in the eyes. He was almost afraid that if she could look into his eyes she could see everything he’d heard written through his expression and he was worried she’d agree.

“Uhm, no I can’t tonight- My dad! He wants to- take me to dinner…” He rambled, again looking anywhere but her.

“Oh.” She murmured, feeling a bit dejected. But who was she to not encourage him and his dad hanging out? They’ve never had a great relationship, and If Ted wanted to try and fix it she wouldn’t get in his way.

“You wanna hangout later this week then?” She asked afterwards, trying to look into his eyes.

He avoided it.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, looking down at the floor.

“You don’t know?” She asked, realizing he was now just downright rejecting her.

He shook his head and closed his locker then finally looked her in the eyes.

“I mean, I don’t know if I can- i’ll let you know.” He quickly said, then walked away.

Without a goodbye.

“Mike-“ She went to call after him but realized it was pointless, she decided to just go to class and ignore the tears forming in her eyes.

Maybe he was just having a bad day.

It’s not like he just dumped her.

Quit being such a crybaby.

Everything was going to be okay.

Right?

A whole week later of no contact.

Y/n was going insane.

She had tried to call to him multiple times in the halls only for him to blatantly ignore her or walk the opposite way.

She’d been calling his home, only to get his mom or dead air on the other end of the phone.

She had to trap him, so he couldn’t avoid her.

She thought he was doing that classic boy thing, where they are mean to a girl until they get the girl to break up with them.

And Y/n was not having it.

She rode her bike to Mike’s house as soon as school was out.

She threw her bike on the lawn, walking up to the front door with confidence.

Then she knocked on the door and waited.

Her confidence beginning to falter as she waited for what felt like hours.

What if he just sent her home?

What if he broke up with her on the spot?

Maybe this was all just a bad idea…

Nancy opened the door.

“Y/n?”

“H-Hi, can I see Mike?” Y/n asked nervously, rocking on her feet.

“Of course.” Nancy smiled, stepping back to welcome her in. “I think he might be in his room.”

Mike however was down in his basement feeling sorry for himself, he’d wrapped himself in a big blanket and was currently cocooning himself in his little fort.

He’d been reclusive since the day he heard those two girls talking, because everything just made sense.

Y/n was too good for him.

She truly was, Mike was just waiting for the day she’d knock on his door and break up with him.

Break his heart.

“Mike!” Nancy called down the basement, Mike scowled at how loud his sister was.

Groaning and rolling over- he sometime wished his fort would turn into a gate to the upside down. So he could just escape it all.

“You’re girlfriend is here to see you!” Nancy called- Mike felt his stomach twist, here she was. She was going to break up with him.

“Tell her i’m not home!” Mike shouted back, flopping to his side and tightening his blanket around him.

If he didn’t see her, technically she couldn’t break up with him.

“Ouch.” Y/n muttered, as she looked to her boyfriends sister. Nancy offered her a sympathetic look and shrugged.

Y/n sighed

“Can I go down?“ She asked,

“Be my guest.” Nancy said then turned to whisper in her ear. “Mike’s been in a funk recently, have fun.”

Y/n swallowed her nerves and made her way down, but was confused when she didn’t see Mike right away.

He was nowhere to be seen.

“Mike?” She called out- Mike stayed silent, realizing Nancy had let her down despite what he said. He quickly moved his foot that was hanging out of the fort.

Y/n heard the shuffle and made her way towards the fort- Mike held his breath the entire time.

But to no avail, Y/n kneeled down and moved the blanket that was covering the fort like a door.

“Knock knock.” She whispered, she melted at how cute Mike looked- all wrapped up in his little blanket,

“Y-Y/n..” Mike sat up immediately after seeing his beautiful girlfriend.

He was supposed to be avoiding her,

But he’d missed her face.

“Hey.” She sighed, scooting into the fort and letting the blanket fall behind her. Now it was just them, alone in the cozy fort.

“Listen, I don’t know what I did but-“ She started, already looking uncomfortable that she had to be having this conversation.

“If you’re gonna break up with me…don’t play the long game. Get it over with please.” She quickly said her eyes beginning to gloss.

“What?” Mike asked, letting his grip on his blanket falter.

“I’m going insane trying to figure out what I did wrong.” She rambled, the tears in her eyes making mike cringe-

What a good boyfriend he was…he made her cry.

“So if you’re going to do it just- do us both a favor and do it now.” She said as her voice quivered, her hand quickly wiping the tears that had managed to fall.

“Y/n no, I don’t wanna breakup with you.” Mike sighed shakily, reaching forward for her hand.

Y/n looked up at him hopefully.

“You don’t?” She asked.

He shook his head and began to feel himself get a bit choked up.

“No-No, the opposite I wanna uhm…” He began but found himself at a loss for words.

He wanted to be with her, that’s ALL he wanted.

But he didn’t feel good enough for her, she deserved someone better than Mike.

But Mike was selfish, he knew Y/n deserved the world and more- but he wanted her all to himself. It was a constant internal battle for him.

Y/n must’ve sensed him getting lost in his thoughts, she ran her thumb along his knuckles giving him a reassuring smile.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” She asked.

“I’m sorry.” Mike whispered, looking away from her.

She moved her head so she was in his line of sight again.

“Don’t say sorry, tell me why.” She whispered back.

She saw his face finally fall, his eyes watered as he looked absolutely defeated.

“It’s just-“ He started,

“I don’t know-“ He groaned.

He caught her expectant eyes,

“I don’t know how to- say it.” He admitted.

“It’s okay, throw some words out- i’ll put them together.” She assured him.

“I-“

“I don’t..” He couldn’t find the words.

“I want you to-“ He tried again.

“I don’t like how many guys…like you.” He blurted, then covered his face with his hand in embarrassment.

“You’re gorgeous and I understand that’s how it’s gonna be but-“ He continued then peaked through his hands.

“I don’t understand why you keep choosing me.” he finally admitted.

“Mike…” Y/n whispered, her heart breaking at the state her boyfriend was in.

“I’m just- Dorky.. and i’m not strong like the basketball guys, you deserve so much better than me.” He kept going, pouring his entire heart out to Y/n- He didn’t wanna cry, the lump in his throat made him sure he was going too but he didn’t want to.

His dad always taught him men don’t cry.

Beside that why would he cry? it’d only make Y/n feel worse and he was a bad enough boyfriend already.

“Mike.” She tried to stop him again, he was too lost in his head.

“Everyone knows you can do better, and sooner or later you’re gonna realize that too.”

“Mike!” She said with a loud voice making him finally look at her.

“Sorry.” He quickly whispered, wiping the few stray tears that fell.

She grabbed onto his hands, so he couldn’t wipe his tears any more,

“Who even put these things in your head?”

“People talk y’know?” He murmured, ashamed while sniffling lightly. He really hated crying in front of people, especially his girlfriend.

He couldn’t help by feel weakened by it.

“Well don’t listen to the ‘talk’, I want you. And only you.” She sighed out rubbing his knuckles.

“But why?” He asked again,

She grabbed onto his face, rubbing his cheeks as she looked at him sorrowfully.

"I...sometimes, I guess I kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes Mike." Y/n whispered. pressing one kiss against his chin.

“You’re caring, you’re funny, you’re handsome. You make me feel like i’m floating on air.” She continued the praises, kissing his nose.

“And you ARE strong.” she then kissed his temple before moving to his ear to whisper,

“Strongest guy I know.”

“You could lose absolutely everything yet still keep going like nothing, I admire you for that.” She kissed his lips, the kiss they shared was drawn out- their lips missed each-other. Although it’s only been a week. When they pulled away their lips lingered.

“And you totally did kill like 2 demodogs so strong in that aspect too-“ she whispered her breath fanning his face as she joked- Mike was able to choke out a chuckle.

“Mike you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever met. Don’t let a couple of assholes ever make you feel otherwise.” She assured him then smiled.

“Okay? I love you. And ONLY you.”

“You’re stuck with me forever.”

“Mhm.” He hummed, the smile dawning on his face making the room seem to light up.

“M’ sorry. I wasn’t trying to bother-“ He tried to apologize for the past week but,

“You’re never bothering me.” She cut him off,

“Just tell me what you’re feeling next time. I don’t wanna think about losing you ever again.” She finished and wrapped her arms around his neck bringing him in for the first hug they’ve had in days.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, smelling her sweet perfume.

god did he miss it.

“I love you.” He murmured, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

“I love you more.”

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hi! hope youre doing well, may i request mike wheeler x reader where the reader plays with mike's hair :)

fireworks || mike wheeler

A/N tysm for the request! ik this might not be exactly what you had in mind but i hope you enjoy either way! <3

unedited

fluff fluff fluff

Despite how easy they stayed in touch, Y/n always found it difficult to be apart from her boyfriend.

After all the strange happenings, Y/n left Hawkins because her mother didn't want her to be part in any more of it.

Mike would give her a call whenever he had the chance, write her a ton of letters, sends her presents in the mail but it just wasn’t the same as getting to see him everyday, getting to hug him and kiss him, feeling those fireworks only Mike wheeler could give her.

She prayed he still felt those fireworks.

On very few occasions her mother would let mike visit her.

She had always thought those friends of yours from Hawkins were a bad influence, especially after the star court incident.

This time however, after months of begging, your mom finally caved and let YOU visit HIM in Hawkins.

To say Y/n was excited was an understatement, she got to see all her old friends and got to stay at her boyfriends house.

Nothing could make her fall break any better.

After that exhausting flight, all she wanted to do was collapse into her boyfriend's arms and get to smell his sweet cologne again.

As soon as her flight landed she rushed to the gate, scanning the crowd for her boyfriend.

And then she saw him.

Holding a sign that said ‘Y/N’ with nicely drawn flowers and hearts- Will must’ve helped him out with it.

He saw her the same time she saw him, throwing the sign aside and rushing towards her- She met him halfway and embraced him in a bear hug as he swept her off her feet, spinning her around a few times as he was just so excited that she was here.

Once they finished their little love fest he put her back down smiling at her warmly.

She then had the chance to look at him closely.

He had changed much since she last saw his face about a year ago; any baby fat had completely vanished, and he now had sharp cheekbones and jawline, thick eyebrows, and faint undereye bags.

But his mullet was the only thing that caused her to gasp.

“Oh wow.” Y/n chuckled as she started to play with the long hairs from the back of his head.

He sighed in content, he’d missed her touch.

“What?” He asked, his smile still not fading.

“Your hair.” She whispered, raking her hands through his long black hair.

He was so lucky, his hair was so thick and healthy- it made her jealous.

“O-Oh,” He nodded then seemed a bit insecure

“Do you like it?” He asked almost shyly.

“Y-Yeah.” She stuttered out, grabbing his face to make him turn his head- so she could see the full cut.

“It really suits you Mike.”

“You think so?“ He blushed, grabbing her hand away from his face so he could look at her again.

“I really do.” She nodded, her fingers combing through his black hair again, a gesture he seemed to enjoy more this time now that he knew she liked it.

“You look badass.”

Mike grinned; the word "badass" had never been used to describe him, but god did he love that she used it.

“Like one of those satan worshippers you see on the news.” She teased then laughed, He laughed along his hands finding their way to her hips.

“Oh wow- just the look I was going for.” He chuckled pulling her close to him.

“You really know how to compliment me.”

She took her hands away from his hair and put them around his neck, smiling up at him.

“I take pride in my ability.”

He sighed,

“You’re such a dork.” he whispered while staring down at her lips.

“A dork that you wanna kiss so bad right now.” She teased, although she was looking at his too.

“You’re right.” He murmured before moving in, kissing her.

Oh yeah. those fireworks are still there.

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Making out with Mike and getting caught by Holly/Mrs. Wheeler?

caught || mike wheeler x reader

A/N tysm for the request!! <3

unedited

warnings : not smut but a bit heated?? fluff

Y/n had been going to daily outings with her boyfriends friends for years now, nothing new.

All of Mike’s friends had left one by one after spending the majority of the day hanging out with the couple, with the exception of Dustin, who just couldn't seem to get the hint.

“Dusty bun.” Mike teased, in the girliest voice he could muster.

Dustin didn’t even look up from the lego set he was building.

“Stop it- i’m focusing.”

Mike’s face contorted into a scowl

“Doesn’t Suzy normally call you around this time?” He asked, tapping his watch to emphasize his point.

Dustin- again - didn’t look up.

“No, I still have a whole hour before my dearest lovebug calls.” He murmured while placing another lego where it belonged.

Y/n watched this all with an amused smile, she knew what Mike was up to- of course she did.

“Give up.” She mouthed to Mike when he looked at her defeated.

Mike shook his head then turned back to Dustin.

“Hey Dustin.”

Dustin sighed, obviously annoyed and looked up at Mike.

“What Mike?” He said with an obvious attitude that almost made Y/n break into laughter.

Mike smacked his arm

“Your walkie talkie, where is it?” He asked.

Dustin shrugged hitting Mike back in the thigh.

“At home.” He answered.

“Go get it.” Mike said.

Dustin gave him a weird look before asking,

“Why? Why would I do that?”

Mike turned to Y/n once again to telepathically ask why Dustin would have to do that, but Y/n merely responded with a shrug.

“I got these new…” Mike started then trailed off as he looked around his basement for answers.

“Batteries!”

“Y/n bought them for me.” He added, smiling to try and seem convincing.

“Okay?” Dustin was definitely skeptical, putting down his legos on the table.

“They have a new formula, or mechanics.” Mike uttered, he was never too good at lying but he looked at Y/n and decided to press forward.

“Apparently you won’t ever have to replace them, they stay charged.”

“Bullshit.” Dustin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“No, no, i’m serious.” Mike assured him, nudging Y/n.

“Mhm.” She hummed, nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine.” Dustin sighed, getting up off the ground and dusting his shorts off.

“But if I come back here and those batteries don’t work your giving me one of your comics.”

“Can I choose which one?” Mike called after Dustin, watching him go to the back door.

“Nope.” Dustin chirped then walked right out.

“See you in a bit!”

“Bye!” Y/n called after him.

When Y/n turned her attention back to Mike, he had moved from the other side of the couch to her side, peppering her face in kisses. Despite the fact that she was certain she had only taken her eyes off him for a mere second.

She was never too good at the whole intimacy thing, she didn’t know what to do or where to start but Mike always seemed to. He somehow just knew.

To say it was intimidating was a bit of an understatement.

Mike had moved his kisses down to her neck, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation.

She could feel Mike smile against her skin.

A slight twinge of pain, caused her gasp

“Mike-!” The eager boy chuckled biting down on her neck.

Mike always did this; He would buy them some time, make the moves on her, and then laugh when they were inevitably caught by his friends.

It had happened one to many times already.

She assumed he enjoyed the thrill.

Maybe he enjoyed seeing her flustered when caught- or maybe liked the idea of everyone knowing who she belonged to.

She wasn’t sure of which and she sure as hell wasn’t gonna ask.

“Shh.” He shushed her then kissed the spot he had just abused.

She whimpered again, a bit louder this time.

Mike pulled back from her with a smile as he brought a finger to her lips.

“Stop being so loud.” He whispered, with a laugh.

“Don’t wanna get caught.”

He patted his lap and she laughed at how dorky he tended to be yet-still climbed on.

He smiled at her before leaning in, she leaned back, offended that he called her loud, although she knew it to be true.

“Please?” He whispered, his face contorting into a pout.

She chuckled lowly as she complied, closing the gap, their lips moving in sync as soon as they connected.

Mike was a calculated kisser, he took his time, analyzing what she liked, what she seemed overwhelmed by and most importantly what made her buck her hips against his.

He swiped his tounge against her bottom lip to ask for an entrance.

She denied, he growled, one of his wandering hands sliding up her shirt, his cold touch against her warm back making her gasp-

He took advantage and slipped his tongue right in, beginning to play with her bra hinge.

It was always a mystery to Mike Wheeler how those contraptions worked.

His other hand cupped her breast, as their tongue battled for dominance and there she did it. His favorite thing. Her hips bucked against his almost instinctively.

“Good?” He pulled away, a bit out of breath as he whispered- she nodded eagerly, although out of breath, she still pressed those frantic little kisses all over his face, grinding against him the whole time.

He smiled as his hand finally figured out how to unclasp the bra, their lips reconnected, quickly. This time Mike had no patience to be calculated- he just wanted it all.

“What are you guys doing?” A small voice chirped, both teens practically have a heart attack toppling off each-other.

Holly, mikes younger sister, had somehow managed to sneak down into the basement undetected.

“Nothing-!” They both shouted in unison, Y/n quickly moving to cover her breasts- although her bra was not fully off, and her shirt was still on, she still felt exposed.

“Why were you sucking on her face?” Holly asked innocently, tilting her head like a puppy.

“I wasn’t-!” Mike shouted, his face red.

“Oh my god.” Y/n gasped then got up thinking of something quick to distract the young girl.

“Cmon Holly- Uh, let’s go make some lunch.”

Holly grabs onto Y/n’s hand and they start walking towards the stairs

“What we’re you guys doing?” She asked again.

“Nothing sweetie, cmon.” Y/n smiled and let Holly go ahead of her on the stairs since she had heard mike stand up from the couch.

“No- you stay here.” she demanded turning on her heel to look at her boyfriend.

“Why-?” He asked

Instead of answering she lets her eyes talk, them leading down to his…y’know.

“Jesus.” He gripes, covering it with his hands quickly.

“I’ll be right back Mike.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek

“Mhm, make sure you lock the door when you come back.” He says with a smile as he crinkles his eyes.

“Whatever.” She teased walking right up,

Yeah, they are never doing that again

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king of detention

richie tozier x reader

part ( 1 / ? )

The cold empty hallways felt deathly as the pair walked to their boring destination, the squeaks of their shoes against the waxed tile making Richie's head throb.

It wasn't his fault, for once, it wasn't.

That's what made him so mad.

Y/n L/n, some random chick in his science class got him in a hell of a lot of trouble, 2 whole weeks of mindlessly wasting away in detention.

Richie normally never minded detention, this place was practically his kingdom after all , but then again, Richie knew how to take accountability for his actions, if he acted out of turn in class and got a pink slip then that's on him, he didn't mind.

But being falsely accused? Richie was a poor sad man.

Once they reached their destination Y/n swung the door open, not bothering to make sure it stayed open for Richie, the door nearly wacking him in the face.

Her grumbled some unheard profanity’s under his breath as he walked in after her,

"Richard, not a surprise to see you here." He heard Shannon laugh out.

Shannon, otherwise known as Ms. Terry, was the detention monitor, so let's just say her and Richie were quite aquatinted at this point.

"Why hello beautiful," Richie smiled, reminded that detention wasn't all that bad, Shannon often let him take out his walkman or sometimes even brought him comics she thought he might like. She wasn't nessasarily a teacher but if she was? She'd definitely be his favorite.

"What'd you do this time?" She asked, her blue eyes looking at him with the type of look a mother would give her son after he took 20 dollars out of her purse.

"Not what I did," Richie quipped, then looked at the y/h/c girl next to him, pointing to her.

"What she did."

Richie wasn't really a snitch but he'd guessed it didn't matter either way, Shannon had the report from the office already, she would read it and know what happened- so why not defend himself?

"Oh, And what's your name?" Shannon smiled at

y/n, inviting her to share the floor.

"Y/n, L/n." She whispered, feeling weird that being in detention wasn't as cut throat as she would've thought it to be.

"Your on my roster, never had one detention a day in your life." Shannon sighed out,

"So tell me, how'd you manage to get two weeks with this piece of work?"

This was how she normally operated, even when it's just her and Richie, she always asked why he was there, listening to his explanation-although Richie's accounts always tend to be over exaggerated and made to paint him in a good light.

However neither student said a word, staring at each other menacingly as if too dare them to lie about what actually happened.

"Sit down." Shannon sighed out, motioning to the row of desks behind them, both reluctantly doing as told,

She swiped up a few papers off her desk, skimming the words quickly,

"You guys are marked down with..." she read aloud then trailed off, her face twisting in disgust.

"Indecency in science class-?"

"Don't tell me you-" She began to say with a groan but was quickly cut off by a flustered y/n.

"No! I would never, that's gross!" She exclaimed then faked a gag. Richie's annoyance turned to being immediately offended,

"Oh pardon me Princess! Not exactly too thrilled about the idea myself." He scoffed, kicking the leg of her desk so it scooted her away from him.

If you couldn't tell, Richie was also the king of being petty.

Shannon shushed them both then turned to Y/n,

"What happened Y/n?"

Y/n squirmed in her seat as she felt Richie's intense gaze on her, a glare that she had caught one to many times this past hour.

"We were in biology, making that weird purple goo stuff with the chemicals we were provided and, I got paired with Richie..." Y/n said calmly,

"We were supposed to mix the green liquid with the red liquid, but wise guy over here... thought it'd be funny to mix the orange with the green." Y/n found herself getting quieter as she recalled the events, almost embarrassed by her past actions.

Y/n had always been an A+ student, never late for a class and never letting her attention drive away from what was important., so having a detention on her permanent record? It was enough to make her want to punch Richie's dumbass face into a wall.

"And..?" Ms. Terry urged her on,

Y/n scrunched her nose then sighed in annoyance,

"It exploded, like really bad exploded." She finally said with a sigh.

"It stained all the tables and some kids skin, it even broke like 3 beakers." She then continued, making Shannon quietly gasp.

"So now your here?" She asked.

"Yes maim." Y/n whispered, earning a solemn nod from Shannon who then turned her attention to the raven hair boy who was giving her a pout.

"Richie?" She cooed, Richie's head shot up

"My turn?" He asked, sitting up almost excitedly.

"Mhm." She hummed and readied herself for his motormouth to start going.

"Okay, okay, okay." He began, then took a deep breath before beginning,

"So it is true that I mixed the orange liquid with the green," He admitted, then pointed at Y/n, an attempt to accuse her.

"BUT it wouldn't have exploded if she had just left it alone and let my creation speak for itself,"

"What are you talking about?" Y/n interrupted him, shaking her head as if she couldn't believe the shit coming out of his mouth.

"You poured the red liquid in afterwards! three chemicals? of course it ended badly!" He reminded her,

"Y'know it wouldn't have ended badly at all if you just followed directions like a normal person!" She shouted back.

"Well not everyone is a goody goody teachers pet-" He began,

"I hate you!" She spat,

"Well i'm not too fond of you either Princess." He scoffed.

"Just be quiet and do some of your missing work, two hours starts...now." Ms. Terry sighed out, eyeing them both down, they both quieted down under her command.

Until Y/n quietly raised her hand,

"Yes?"

"What do I do if I have no missing work?" Y/n asked, hoping this seemingly cool teacher could have something fun in store for her.

"Think." Mrs. Terry replied without looking up

"Oh." Y/n whispered, she could hear Richie stifle a laugh at her expense, so she just rolled her eyes and laid on her hand, figuring maybe a nap could end this 2 hour long bore fest.

"Richie, get to work. Mrs. Lune wants your essay by tomorrow." Mrs. Terry snapped back shushing the boy and making him reluctantly start looking through his backpack.

"Yeah yeah," he sighed, pulling out a crumpled lined paper and smoothing it on the edge of his desk.

About 15 minutes of silence passed before the pair sparked up again,

Y/n had been daydreaming about all the different ways she could explain to her father her absence, she couldn't just outright say 'she got detention' she couldn't break her father’s heart like that- she'd surely figure out a way to lie him-

"Psst-!" Richies hiss snapped her out of her thoughts but of course, she chose to ignore him, she didn't want to hear another complaint.

"Princess!" He whispered a bit louder then poked her with his newly sharpened pencil, causing her to yelp at the jab.

"Stop calling me princess!" She whisper shouted while rubbing the spot her stabbed.

"What's the capital of Maine?" He asked ignoring her previous remark.

"I can't tell if you joking?" She asked, not wanting to engage but some part of her needed to know if this boy was really that stupid and as he just stared blankly back at her, she got that he was.

"Augusta." She answered with a sigh,

"Maine, originally an exclave of Massachusetts became a state in 1820. Maine's first capital was in Portland but the government moved to Augusta in 1832, for its more central location within the state." She spout it all out like a encyclopedia, then sighed contently, proud of herself for being able to remember that off the top of her head.

"What the fuck." Richie muttered as he stared at her like she had grown a third eye.

"What?" She asked, as if it were normal.

"You're like a dictionary!" He exclaimed beginning to frantically write on his paper ignoring her comment on how,

"Dictionaries aren't filled with facts, their filled with words and definitions-"

it's not like any of that really mattered to him in the end.

"Can you say that again, but much slower?" He asked pausing his writing and looking up at her with a grin.

"About dictionaries?" She asked, this caused him to chuckle slightly as he shook his head.

"No about august- or however you say it..." He murmurs then gave her a pleading look, one that she for some reason found rather hard to ignore.

"It's Augusta." She corrected him, averting her eyes from his doe brown ones, she never cared too much for eye contact. It was always too intense for her liking.

"Yea, yea I knew that." He scoffed, then tapped her sneaker with his beat up converse.

"Slower, please." He whispered.

This all felt so odd to her, didn't they just hate each-other five minutes ago? Why did he seem so nice now? Sure he was still an undeniable dumbass who couldn't pass a class even if you gave him a cheat sheet but he was a sweet dumbass, one that reminded her of a puppy.

"Are you writing it down?" She whispered back.

"Duh? My entire report is on the capital of the state, are you even listening?" He replied then laughed his tone making her feel stupid

, so much for a puppy.

"And you didn't even know what it was? Didn't she say it was due tomorrow?" Y/n shot back, sliding her foot out from under his and tucking it under her other one.

"What's your point?" He scoffed

"You're unprepared is my point!"

"Well I'm getting it done now and that's gotta count for something." He defended himself, starting to fuck around with the bright pink eraser on top of his pencil.

"No your not? Your using the most basic fact about Augusta and thinking that's enough to write an essay off of-" She began to say-

However Richie cut her off, with that same damn tone that pissed her off so much ; she wasn't an idiot.

"It's only supposed to be five paragraphs long, with that one piece, if I'm lucky, I can base each paragraph off a different part of what you just said."

"I find that highly improbable." She snapped right back.

"Well at the very least I'd get a C, and that's all I really need." He insisted

"A 'C' is not passing." She argued,

"Last time I checked? It definitely was." He mocked them rolled his eyes still picking at his damn eraser.

"Not in my house." She quipped,

"Well it is in my house." He shared, finally being able to pop off the eraser, a satisfied smirk coming on his face.

"You're parents must not care very much." she hissed, sending Richie over edge.

He shot the now discarded eraser into her cheek, hard then gave her an angry

"Fuck off."

He silenced her, his voice stern and no longer playful, no tone of mocking or joking, just a mean ol’ fuck off.

Her cheek stung by the impact, certainly a red mark was left behind.

She had no idea what had made him switch so quickly, and if anyone were to ask- she would describe her detention pal as ‘bipolar’

for she didn’t realize how deep words like that could cut neglected boys like Richie .

a/n

this is going to be my first mini series!! i’m so exciteddd

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HI! i love ur richie fic like sm. I was wondering if u could do another richie tozier thing but headcanons of reader and him being the exact opposite? like she’s very shy n innocent and hes.. well you know, ty!

richie tozier x shy! reader

request!

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-he doesn’t get you. that’s one things he’s certain of, your a mystery to him,

-but that’s what intrigues him the most.

-richies never liked school but if y/n l/n was a subject? he’d study her all night long.

-she was everything he wasn’t but she could never be anything he was, vice versa.

-y/n was a shy, sensitive, innocent looking girl, who quite literally looked like the pretty lil doll you put on a shelf, not to be played with, just to be looked at.

-richie on the other hand, was a loud, vulgar boy, who looked like he prayed to satan in his off time.

-two people who you would’ve never thought were compatible, working together so beautifully.

-the losers are always pointing out the unbalanced dynamic, teasing you two. but who can really blame them? after all, the possible loudest boy in the world, and the quietest girl in all of derry getting together?

-to them it didn’t make sense and they’d be quite right, getting you two together in the first place was nothing less than a struggle.

-you were sat together in your biology class, a new seating chart due to the class not being able to shutup.

-the moment richie saw you as his new seat buddy, he was all in. a pretty girl with a cool sense of style? he thought to thank the big man above.

-he slid in next to you, wearing a smug grin as he greeted you

“hey,”

...to which you just blushed and averted your eyes from him.

-confused by the lack of response, he tried again.

-however, still no response, rather just a nod of your head and another quick dismissal.

-he felt low key offended? sure, he’s had people not like his loud mouth but normally they would’ve just told him to shutup, but being ignored? he hated that.

-took him about 2 weeks to get you to speak to him, first words were after he had made a particularly crude joke to some kid who sat in front of you guys.

-“that’s so gross,” you whispered while laughing softly

-the way this boys whole being melted.

-once you talked to him once, you opened the floodgates, he would not leave you alone, he was always chatting you up in some way and didn’t care whenever the teacher told him to shut up.

^he would always get sent to the hall for talking out of turn, always giving you a puppy eyed pout then walking out.

-just talking in class then turned into him bothering you during passing periods then lunchtime, then after school-

-homie just wanted to be around you all the time.

-you ended up warming up to him eventually, nowhere near talkative, but enough to keep up conversations with him

-as your friend, he’s always pushing you to do new exciting things,

-he once convinced you to jokingly audition in the school play with him- long story short, you both got kicked out and are now not allowed to audition for any future plays.

-always getting you to speak up for yourself, he won’t do it for you...unless you realllyyy need it.

-he ended up asking you out, privately, knowing you don’t like all the attention and pressure of doing it publicly.

^he gave you a pink rose and a stuffed cow, then asked you :)

-he’s obsessed with you, in the loveliest way possible <3

-always wants to know where you are, what your doing, who your with, etc. LMAO

^yes this does lead to him having casual jealousy here and there but nothing too bad, he knows he’s your number one, so he normally doesn’t let petty stuff bother him.

-he’s always all up on you, despite your protests, he does not care if you get embarrassed- if he wants a kiss from you, you best believe he’s gonna get a kiss. if your next to him, your hand is in his, hell- he’s always cuddling you in some way. he’s possessive like that.

-sometimes (when you feel confident enough,) you will be the one to initiate touch and oh my god does he live for that shit. the way you nervously creep your hand onto his, too scared to just downright ask him- or when you guys hug and you hold on, even though he starts pulling away, nuzzling your head into his chest. he loves it. sometimes he will purposely not touch you, just so you do it yourself.

-you have your bad days, you get reclusive, you love being with richie don’t get me wrong, but sometimes you need space, you can’t handle his abrasive persona all the time

-sometimes he does go a bit too far, pushing you a lil too far out of your comfort zone causing a ‘silent fight’ as you would put it, silent treatment. and to be frank- he does not get it whatsoever, he doesn’t get why you hate speaking in front of the class, he doesn’t get why you hide your face in your hands, he doesn’t get why talking to people makes you so anxious, all it really does is confuse him.

-but then again, he’s the motormouth himself, he couldn’t even imagine being afraid to speak. so he just tries to learn, tries to understand you more and more every day. apologizing if he does push it a bit too far.

-even though you two are opposites, he still loves you with all his heart, as much as he pushes you out of your comfort zone- deep down he really does love your shyness, all your little antics and flaws, you’ll always be his adorable lil y/n <3

A/N

hiii, i hope i did okay? haha i don’t really write headcanon lists so please, feedback! haha hope you enjoyed <3

-fuqz

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perfect.

richie tozier x reader

“She was perfect?” Alex asked, obviously surprised that the motormouthed boy had experienced true heartbreak, let alone true love.

Alex had been Richie’s friend for years now, they had met sometime in college, and all this time Alex had just assumed the string of girls passing through Richie’s life had been due to the unbearable annoyance his friend tended to be.

Never once had he suspected his friend to be a heartbroken emotionally unavailable loser, who hadn’t been able to keep down a sturdy relationship since this mystery girl ripped his heart out.

“No no, of course not.” Richie scoffed, his smoke blowing out of his nose alongside his mouth as he remembered the whirlwind in which y/n actually was.

“She was a complete and utter mess.” He chuckled lowly as he stared down at the burning bud etched between his index and middle finger, the same bittersweet feeling eating at his stomach, making it feel like he was falling.

y/n had always hated when he smoked. But I guess that didn’t matter much anymore.

“She was beautiful.” Richie whispered

“So a beautiful mess?” His friend mocked his words, deeming them too cliche to be coming out of the Richie Tozier’s mouth.

“My beautiful mess.” Richie smiled wearily as he replied, it was true, she was his, at least she still was in Richies mind.

He had tried so damn hard, fought so hard for her but there was nothing he could do to stop her from leaving,

After all,

it wasn’t her fault she died.