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Can I get an Eddie, Richie, and reader poly relationship where the reader gets scared of pennywise and they comfort her? If you don’t do poly you can do them separately. Thank youuuu
hi love! I actually wrote something very similar to this, you can read it here
It’s Not My Fault
Pairing: Brother!Bill Denbrough x Sister!Reader
Notes: (Sort of) A sequel to It’s Your Fault
No post this week!
sorry guys, it was really busy week and I had a lot of personal stuff going on, but I’ll definitely be back next week!
Don’t Leave Me
Pairing: Henry Bowers x Stepmom!Reader
Summary: Some things are inevitable
Warning: angst, gore
Author’s Note: I don’t have much angst on my blog so I tried to change it up a little!
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You hummed lowly as you kept a careful eye on the rice, making sure to not let it burn. Grabbing the spoon, you gently stirred the rice as the voice from the weatherman played in the background.
“Is dinner almost ready?!”
“Yes dear!” you shouted back, rolling your eyes.
Grabbing two plates from the cabinet, you placed some rice and chicken onto the dish before moving to pick them up.
“Oh!” You whispered to yourself, realizing you had forgettten to add the parsley. As you bent down to grab the container from the pantry, you heard the front door open and slam shut.
“Welcome home Henry!” you greeted without turning around, receiving no answer back.
Adding some parsley to the top of the rice, you placed the container back where it came from and picked up the plates.
Just as you turned, you watched in horror as Henry stood over his father and brought down a knife into his neck. The plates fell from your hands as you let out a blood-curling scream.
Rushing forward, you wrapped your arms around Henry’s torso to try and pull him away from Butch, the blood flowing from his neck to the rapid-growing puddle on the floor.
“Stop!” You screamed as you struggled to pull Henry away from the choking man.
“Get the fuck off of me!” Henry growled as he shoved you away from him. Stumbling backwards, you watched as Henry turned and walked menacingly towards you with the bloody knife in his hand.
“Henry,” your voice trembled as you backed up into the kitchen. “Don’t do this,” you begged.
You stared into his eyes, desperately searching for something that would let you know that your son was still there. But you didn’t.
As your back hit the edge of the counter, you looked fearfully into Henry’s eyes.
“Please...I love yo-”
You let out a gasp as you felt a sharp pain in your abdomen. Looking down, you saw a knife buried into your stomach, only the handle showing.
Henry pulled the knife out and began walking back towards his father as you touched your stomach. Bringing your hand back up to your face, you could see nothing but red coating it. Your knees gave away, causing you to collapse onto the ground as blood pooled around your body.
Henry knew his father was dead and yet he couldn’t seem to stop plunging the knife into his lifeless body. Hours seemed to pass until he shook himself out of his daze, glancing at the mess he had made.
He couldn’t seem to make himself feel sorry for his father.
A whimper drew Henry out of his thoughts as he looked down at the body, wondering if his dad had somehow managed to survive. That’s when he realized that the sound came from the kitchen.
Following the trail of bloody footprints, a cry left his lips when he realized who was at the end of the trail.
“(Y/n)!”
Dropping down onto the floor next to your body, Henry’s hand went straight to your stomach to try and stop the bleeding, only to falter when he heard your sharp inhale.
“No, Mom, please,” he cried. “Don’t leave me! You can’t leave me! You’re all I have left!”
Despite the pain in your body, you slowly reached up to cradle Henry’s face.
“Shhh,” you whispered.
Sobs escaped Henry’s lips and you felt the tears fall onto your hand. This was your son.
“I want you to know,” you began. “I am so proud of you.”
Henry grabbed your hand as he felt it begin to fall, watching as your eyes dulled. He felt as though his heart had stopped and he wasn’t sure it would ever beat again.
“Thank you,” he whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your forehead and shutting your eyes gently.
He could nothing but cry, even as he heard the sirens pull up to the house.
Can I get a Stan Uris request? Reader is Bill’s older sister, maybe 15 while The Losers are 13, and the boys have a sleepover at the Denbrough house. She’s taking a shower and she forgets her towel so she yells for Bill to fetch her one but Stan is the one to hear her, so he gives her the towel. She notices he’s blushing and asks him what’s wrong, and he’s never seen her in a towel before and he blurts out that she’s pretty and it’s all cute and she’s like “you’re pretty, too, Stan”
It has been posted love! Also, I really loved writing this one!
You’re Really Pretty
Pairing: Stan Uris x Reader
Request Summary: Bill doesn’t listen, but his friend Stan sure does.
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Letting out a tired sigh, you softly shut the front door behind you, bending down to slip off your shoes. Standing back up, you were met with Bill and his friends all shoved onto the couch, staring intently at the TV.
Smiling lightly, you walked behind the couch, ruffling Bill’s hair.
“Hey Billy,” you said.
All the kids jumped when you said that, causing you to laugh.
“O-oh. Hey, (Y/n).”
“What are you guys watching?” you asked as you placed your elbows on the couch and softly began to run your fingers through your brothers hair.
“Pet Sematary,” Richie responded.
You quirked an eyebrow.
“Are you guys even allowed to be watching that?”
No one responded, causing you to shrug and stand up, stretching your back.
“Alright then. I’m going to hop in the shower okay Bill?”
Your brother nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen. Rolling your eyes, you moved away from the couch and up the stairs.
Entering the bathroom, you quickly turned on the water and waited until it was hot enough before stepping in.
You let out a content hum as the hot water slid down your body, feeling the tension slowly begin to disappear.
Reaching for the shampoo, you poured some into your palm before beginning to wash your hair.
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Turning off the water, you rung out your hair before reaching for your towel. When your hand touched nothing but the wall, you furrowed your eyebrows.
Did I leave my towel on the counter?
Peaking out from behind the shower curtain, you scanned the bathroom for your towel, except it was nowhere to be found.
“Fuck,” you groaned.
Realizing you had no other choice, you began to yell out.
“BILL!”
Waiting a couple of seconds, but hearing no response, you yelled out again.
“BILL!”
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Becoming bored with the movie, Stan stood up from the couch.
“Where are you going?” Eddie asked.
“Kitchen. I need some water,” was Stan’s response.
“Whatever. I bet he’s just scared of the movie so he’s going to hide until it finishes,” Richie taunted.
Stan rolled his eyes.
“Fuck you Tozier.”
He walked away from the living room and into the kitchen, immediately opening up the cabinet to grab a cup.
Turning on the sink, Stan placed his cup under the running water and waited patiently for the cup to fill up.
As he was waiting, he heard something that sounded like a yell. Assuming it was the movie, Stan ignored it and continued to fill up his glass.
“Bill!”
Pausing, Stan turned off the water and slowly realized it was your voice that he heard yelling. Eyes shooting towards the living room, he debated getting Bill.
What if she’s in trouble? By the time you get Bill, she might be hurt!
Placing his cup on the counter, Stan began to walk up the stairs.
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You were very cold and very annoyed.
“Stupid movie, they shouldn’t even be watching it in the first place,” you grumbled.
Crossing your arms over your chest, you attempted to preserve any heat left, which proved to be useless.
Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door.
“(Y/n)?”
“Bill?” You called hopefully.
“Er-no, it’s uh, it’s Stan.”
Oh shit.
“Listen Stan, can you do me a huge favor? I forgot my towel in my room, can you please grab it for me?”
You shut your eyes tightly, hoping he wouldn’t say no. It was silent for a few moments before he spoke.
“Y-yeah.”
Letting out a sigh of relief, you smiled.
“Thank you!”
You heard his footsteps walk away and a couple minutes later, another knock.
“I have your towel!” He called.
“Ok, cool! Do,” you paused. “Do you think you could hand it to me?”
A couple of seconds passed.
“What?”
“Can you please hand me the towel? The door is unlocked and I’ll wait behind the curtain.” You struggled to explain.
Stan gave no response, but you heard the door knob rattle and the door slowly open. Peeking your head out, you watched as a very red-faced Stan walked into the bathroom.
“Uh, here you go,” he said as he shoved the towel in your direction. He refused to meet your eyes.
“Thank you Stan!”
Grabbing the towel, you quickly wrapped it around yourself before pulling open the shower curtain.
It was silent for a few moments.
“Well, thank you for th-,”
“You’re really pretty!” Stan blurted out.
You blinked, a bit startled.
Stan’s face turned beet red.
“I-I mean, I don’t, I’m not” he stuttered, trying to make the situation better.
“Thanks. No one has ever seen me in a bath towel and told me I look pretty before,” you joked, hoping it would calm Stan down.
“I think I’m going to leave now,” he stated, stiffly turning around and beginning to walk out the door.
“Stan,” you called just as he was about to close the door.
“Yes?” His voice was shaky.
“Thank you for the towel. And if it’s any consolation, I think you’re really pretty, too.”
He grinned widely, shutting the door.
Hey! I’m so glad you’re back to writing here :) I was wondering if I could request a 2019 Ben imagine with something from the scene where him and bev are trapped? It’s totally cool if not, have a nice day :)
Up and posted!
Listen to my Voice
Pairing: Older!Ben Hanscom x Reader
Request Summary: After being separated from Ben, you’re not sure if you’ll make it.
Author’s Note: The reader takes Bev’s place during that scene. Also can we just talk about how hot the actor that plays older ben is?
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Where the hell was Ben?
Not even 10 seconds ago he was standing right next to you, when out of nowhere, these strange, tentacle-like arms ripped you both away from each other.
“Ben!” You called out, hands placed on the walls of the bathroom stall you were in.
“Ben, where are you?!”
As soon as you finished calling out, blood came rushing in from underneath the stall. It quickly rose to your thighs and you struggled to stand on top of the toilet in an attempt to escape it.
“Fuck!” You yelled out loud, looking for anyway out.
A sudden pounding on the stall door made you jump and loose your footing, falling down into the rising blood. The pounding continued to get louder and louder as you desperately tried to keep your head above the surface.
When the pounding suddenly stopped, you paused, staring at the door, wondering if maybe Ben had found you.
You were proven wrong when an arm shot through the the crack in the door and flailed around, trying to grab you.
You shrieked, immediately trying to close the door to prevent whatever the arm was attached to from coming through, but your attempts were futile.
At this point, the blood was already up to your neck and you struggled to hold onto the top of the stall to keep yourself afloat. Along with trying to keep the stall door shut, you slowly began to question if you were even going to make it out alive.
The odds did not seem to be in your favor.
Letting out a choked sob, you closed your eyes tightly when you suddenly heard a faint yell.
Opening your eyes, you heard the yell come again, except this time it was a little clearer.
“(Y/n)!”
That was Ben’s voice.
“I’m here!” You screamed, hoping desperately he would hear you.
“(Y/n!),” he yelled again. “Listen to me! It’s not real!”
Adrenaline seemed to run through your body as you listened to Ben speak. Reaching up, you once again gripped onto the top of the stall and kicked furiously at the door.
Just as the blood was about to cover your head, you gave one last kick, successfully cutting off the fingers of the hand and forcing the door open.
Blood rushed out of the stall, almost forcing you to tumble out, before you were able to grab onto something. Just below you was a hand sticking out of layers of dirt, almost as if reaching for someone.
Thrusting your hand forward, you managed to grab onto Ben’s hand, holding onto him tightly as you refused to let him be buried alive.
Fuck, why did he have to work out so much?
As the dirt that surround Ben slowly disappeared and you could see the ground, you let go of the bar you were holding onto, sending you both tumbling to the floor.
You crashed onto something soft, yet firm, letting out a small groan as strong arms wrapped themselves around your torso.
“Hey, are you okay?” A voice said.
Tilting your head up, you looked into Ben’s eyes, noticing the worry he held in them.
“Yeah,” you replied softly. “Are you alright? You almost got buried alive back there.”
He let out a small chuckle.
“If I’m being honest, all I could think about was making sure you were safe.”
Feeling your face get warm, you made a split second decision, reaching your arms up to gently hold Ben’s face before kissing him.
He didn’t hesitate to respond, his arms tightening ever so slightly as he kissed you back passionately.
The two of you pulled back to catch your breath, hearing a shout come from somewhere else in the cave.
“Well,” you chuckled. “Looks like we have to go save our friends now.”
Ben smiled and nodded, helping you up.
“Hey,” he called, before you had a chance to start walking away. “Dinner later?”
Grinning, you nodded.
“Cool,” he smiled, reaching out to hold your hand.”
Heyyyy!!! I just saw it chapter 2 and it was soooo good!!! Can your do bill denbrough x sister and she is younger by like a year or 2 and during the restaurant scene she freaks out and tries to leave but bill clams her down and convinces her to stay?
It’s up!
Please Stay
Pairing: Older!Bill Denbrough x Sister!Reader
Request Summary: It’s been 27 years after the incidents that occurred in Derry, Maine and you’re not quite sure if you can handle it again.
Warnings: mentions of anxiety attack. Please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!
Author’s Note: it’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I’m a bit rusty!
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The neon sign seemed to taunt you.
Despite the fact that it displayed only the name of the Chinese restaurant, you couldn’t help but look around nervously.
Being in this town always had that effect on you. It didn’t matter where you were or who you were with, simply by being back in your hometown gave you the chills, forcing the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and making you look at your surroundings more than a couple of times.
Shivering a bit at the cool breeze that passed by, you rubbed your arms and slowly inhaled, wondering if you truly wanted to go inside.
“(Y/n)?”
Startled, you turned around, making eye contact with a face you hadn’t seen in almost 10 years.
“Bill?” you slowly breathed out, not quite believing your eyes.
He rushed forward as did you as the two of you embraced each other tightly. Letting go of each other, Bill held you at arms length, his eyes scanning you from top to bottom.
“Wow,” he breathed, a smile appearing on his face. “You look great!”
“So do you!” You grinned, looking at the grey hairs on his head that weren’t there the last time you two saw each other. “I see age has been treating you well,” you teased.
Bill let out a small laugh, running a hand through his hair and looking up.
“Being an author isn’t as easy as I thought it would be.”
You nodded your head.
“I’ve kept up with your books. You’re a wonderful writer,” you mentioned, watching the way his face seemed to light up.
“But I have to say, I really didn’t like the ending.”
Rolling his eyes, Bill shook his head.
“Ah, ever the encouraging sister,” he chuckled.
A silence settled over you two as you glanced nervously at the restaurant.
“Well,” you started. “We should probably head inside. Don’t want to keep Mike waiting.”
Nodding, Bill walked with you up the stairs to the entrance, neither of you ready for the news you were about to hear.
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Dinner was going great.
Everyone had showed up, except for Stan, who oddly enough, no one had heard from yet.
The night was spent with everyone laughing and joking around, reminiscing on the old times and catching up on the latest news.
Until Eddie brought up past events form when you were all children, events you had tried so desperately to bury in the back of your mind and forget about.
“Why are we here Mike?” your brother questioned as the group stared intently at said man.
As Mike began to explain why he brought you all back, you shook your head.
“No,” you started. “Mike, this isn’t fair. We-we came here under the impression that we were just going to catch up with one another.”
As you spoke, the fortune cookies began to open up on their own and strange creatures crawled their way out of the cookie. There was so much going on, you didn’t have time to process it. Everyone was screaming, there were decomposing heads in the fish tank and Mike was slamming a chair onto the table.
However, as soon as the waitress walked into the room, everything was gone. You glanced around nervously, waiting for something to happen.
“We’ll take the check please.”
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You practically burst out the doors of the restaurant, wanting nothing more than to get out of this god forsaken town.
Beverly whipped out her phone and dialed Stan’s wife. When she revealed what happened to her husband, your chest began to tighten.
Stumbling back, you landed harshly on the stairs and gripped your shirt, trying desperately to calm your breathing. Everyone was arguing with each other and no one even seemed to notice you.
Hands suddenly gripped your shoulders and you let out a small shriek, leaning backwards while attempting to swat them away.
“(Y/n)! (Y/n), breathe!”
Looking up, you stared into the familiar blue eyes of your older brother.
“Please, (Y/n), I need you to breathe. C’mon, just follow my lead.” Bill slowly took a deep breath in and exhaled as you struggled to mimic his actions.
After a couple of moments, your breathing had slowly returned to normal, but as soon as your breathing was under control, tears fell from your eyes.
“Please,” you sobbed, “please don’t make me do this. I-I can’t go through that again.”
Bill quickly gathered you in his arms, clutching you close to his chest as your hands gripped his shirt. His eyes shut tightly and his heart clenched listening to your sobs, being reminded of the moment when you two had found out about Georgie’s death.
He felt 13 all over again.
“N-no,” he began. “Please, s-stay. I promise, I won’t l-let anything hurt y-you. You’re my little sister a-and I swear I’ll prote-tect you if it’s the l-last thing I do.”
As your sobs slowly died down, Bill turned to face his old friends, keeping an arm around your shoulders.
“We need to kill IT.”
Can I request a mike hanlon x reader where they’re super lovey dovey and they annoy the losers club?
Posted hun :)
Get a Room
Pairing: Mike Hanlon x Reader
Request Summary: Just some fluff for you guys :)
Derry, Maine, the town where nothing ever happens.
The most exiting thing that has happened in the past 5 years was some kid’s balloon flying away at the fair. (There was also the whole clown situation, but no one really talks about that.)
That’s also why it was up to you and your friends to come up with new ideas in order to keep yourselves from dying of boredom. Most days consisted of riding around on your bikes or running away from the Bower’s gang. But today was different. Today, you and the others were finally heading to the quarry. You all had been meaning to go for a while, but Richie was always in trouble and Eddie’s mom was a pain in the ass.
In other words, the usual.
Quickly shoving some extra clothes into a backpack, you shouted a bye towards your mom and ran out the front door, being greeted by your friends excited faces.
“Took you long enough,” Richie said as you neared them.
Rolling your eyes, you ignored him and walked over to Mike’s bike.
“Hi,” you greeted with a wide smile.
“Hi,” he replied with a shy smile of his own. “Hop on.”
Nodding, you secured your backpack and climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping your arms around his stomach. From somewhere behind you, Bev cooed.
The ride to the quarry was short, only lasting about 10 minutes. As soon as you arrived, everyone quickly stripped down to their swimsuits.
“Last one down has to drink horse piss,” Richie yelled as he jumped over the edge of the cliff.
“That’s disgusting!” Eddie replied, but followed nonetheless.
Bev came over to stand next to you and held out her hand. “Let’s jump together?”
Smiling, you nodded and grabbed her hand. The two of you began to ran and screamed out in delight as you jumped over the edge, adrenaline rushing through your veins.
A couple hours later, you and Bev sat on some of the rocks, watching the other guys continue to jump and have fun.
“So,” you started. “You and Bill, huh?” you wiggled your eyebrows as she blushed bright red.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Rolling your eyes, you continued. “Oh please, like we haven’t noticed. You two always manage to disappear and don’t show up for hours. Plus, other days, you two will be the only ones to say you can’t make it. And you know I know you don’t have a twice removed cousin that comes to visit.”
She sighed.
“Okay, fine. We’ve been hanging out a lot more lately but I swear, that’s it!”
“Sure-”
Suddenly, two arms snuck around your waist and yanked you back into the water. A shriek left your mouth but was cut off as to not let water in. Quickly, you pushed yourself to the surface and coughed. A warm hand gently patted your back and you turned in hopes to find who the culprit was.
“Mike!” you yelled out angrily and swatted his chest.
He laughed and you glanced around to see everyone else laughing along with him. Pouting, you crossed your arms.
“That wasn’t very nice.”
“Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart. But you have to admit, it was pretty funny.”
You huffed and turned away from him, giving him the silent treatment, although the twitch of your lips gave you away.
“No, don’t ignore me,” he begged as he chased you around in circles.
“I’ll buy you ice cream!” Noticing your pause, Mike continued. “With extra sprinkles, too.” You internally debated it, and eventually turned to face him.
“Fine, I forgive you, but only because you’re going to get me ice cream.”
Gasping, Mike held a hand to his chest.
“Not even because you love me? I’m wounded.”
Rolling your eyes, Mike was quick to laugh and bring you into his arms, giving you a small kiss on your forehead.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I know,” you smiled.
Why Him?
Request Summary: Henry Bowers has taken quite the liking towards you, but some people aren’t quite happy about that.
Note: I’m back!
You laughed loudly at something Richie said, throwing your head back before punching him lightly on the shoulder.
“That was such a stupid joke,” you told him.
“It made you laugh, didn’t it?” he grinned widely.
Rolling your eyes, you turned back towards your locker and continued to put away your books. Suddenly, a loud cough caught your attention and you moved your head so that you could see who it was.
“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Henry. What are you doing here?” You cocked your head to the side.
Henry smiled widely before placing his arm in between you and Richie, earning him a loud “hey!”
“Hey babe,” he winked. Richie gagged in the background. “Just wanted to know if you wanted to head with me and the boys down into town on Saturday.”
You shook your head. “Sorry Henry, but I can’t. I already promised the others that I would go with them down to the quarry since I couldn’t go last week.” You frowned. “Maybe next weekend though?”
Richie smirked at Henry, causing the older boy to glare harshly at him.
“Yeah, sure, that’s fine. ‘m looking forward to it.” He said bye before walking away.
“Are you kidding me?!” Richie exclaimed. You stared at him with wide eyes.
“What?”
“You just agreed to go on a date with Henry fucking Bowers!”
“It’s not a date!” you defended. “We’re just going to hang out in town. Plus, his friends are gonna be there. It’s not like it’s just going to be the two of us.”
Richie rolled his eyes.
“Right, and then he’s probably going to kick his friends out so he can shove his tongue down your throat.”
You made a disgusted face. “Gross.”
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“I s-still don-t understand why y-you would want to go-o on a date with H-Henry Bowers,” stated Bill.
You rolled your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
“I’ve already told you, it’s not a date. We’re just hanging out in town.”
“Sounds like a date to me,” Eddie piped up.
Sighing, you set down your brush on the counter before turning to face your friends.
“Look, if you guys are just going to try and convince me not to go, you can just leave now. The last thing I need is for you guys to be yelling at me like you’re my parents.”
They all fell silent for a couple of seconds before Mike spoke up.
“We just want to make sure he isn’t going to hurt you. You’ve seen what he’s tried to do to us.”
You nodded.
“I have and I understand your concern. But I really just need you guys to trust me on this, okay?”
Everyone nodded.
“Besides,” spoke Beverly. “Maybe (Y/n) will get him to soften up, you never know.”
You sent her a small smile of gratitude when the front doorbell rang.
“That must be him!” Grabbing your small purse, you were about to walk out of the room before you stopped. Turning around, you faced your friends.
“I promise I’ll be safe. And if anything happens, I swear I’ll scream your names as loud as I can.”
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To say you were surprised is an understatement.
Henry had surprised you by taking you to the fair that was in town for the weekend. You two had gotten onto practically every ride and all that was left was the Ferris wheel. Quickly handing the operator the tickets, you grabbed Henry’s hand and dragged him to a seat. Once the bar was down, the ride started with a small jerk and you giggled happily as the the ride slowly lifted the two of you higher into the air.
Soon enough, the ride paused so that you and Henry were at the very top of the ride. Looking out, you were amazed at how pretty the sunset was.
“(Y/n),” Henry called your name out softly.
Turning around, you were surprised to see him already staring at you. You gave him a small smile as did he in return.
“I’m assuming you like the ride?”
You eagerly nodded your head.
“When I was younger, my parents used to take me to the fair whenever they didn’t work. The Ferris wheel has always been my favorite ride.”
He gave you a soft smile before leaning in and tucking a strand of hair out of your face.
“There,” he said. “Now I can see you better.”
Blushing, you looked down at your hands as the ride slowly began to move.
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“Well, this is my place,” you stated softly. Henry had walked you home after leaving the fair and you two had finally reached the destination.
Standing awkwardly, you rung your hands behind your back. All of a sudden, Henry leaned in a placed a quick peck on your forehead.
“I’ll see you Monday,” he rushed out before turning around and walking away quickly. Letting out a small giggle, you opened you door and walked inside before shutting it. Sighing, you slid down the door with a goofy smile on your face.
Suddenly,
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”
Fuck Henry Bowers
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader
Request Summary: Richie didn’t think that Bowers deserved you anyways
To say you were shocked when Henry Bowers asked you to the Homecoming dance was an understatement. Hell, you were willing to bet that even the school was just as surprised as you.
The only reason you had agreed to Henry’s invitation was because the person you had secretly been hoping to ask you had made no advancements, and with Homecoming less than a week away, you figured it wouldn’t hurt.
Richie, on the other hand, didn’t know how to react. While he wasn’t expecting you to wait around for him to ask you to the dance, he did not expect you to say yes to Henry Bowers. The guy had bullying him and his friends for as long as Richie could remember and he certainly couldn’t remember you ever mentioning that you were attracted to the mullet wearing asshole.
Too little, too late
It was the night of Homecoming and so far, you were having a surprisingly good time. Besides the vulgar comments some of Henry’s friends had made toward you, Henry was quick to come to your defense, telling them promptly to fuck off. The gym was decorated to look fancy, even though the staff did a terrible job and instead made it look tacky, but you could over look that. Almost as soon as the two of had arrived, Henry asked if you wanted to dance and you immedietly answered yes.
A couple of dances later, you separated from Henry, claiming you needed a drink. You stood next to the refreshment table, sipping on your drink as you watched everyone dance. As soon as you were done, you quickly tossed away the cup and went to search for your date. Eventually, you did find him.
Sucking faces with Gretta. A small gasp escaped your lips as they both turned towards you. Gretta smiled like the evil bitch she was while Henry just shrugged. Scoffing at both of them, you turned on your heel and ran out of the gym, attempting fruitlessly to wipe the tears from your eyes. Little did you know, Richie had seen the whole thing.
He had been sitting with his friends at the table when he saw you quickly running out of the gym. Standing up, he ignored his friends questions as to where he was going. Quickly rushing out of the gym, Richie looked down the hallways, not quite sure where you had gone. Making up his mind, he bolted right, checking every corridor for any sign of you.
You sat against the wall in the girls bathroom, attempting to wipe the tears that were streaming down you face. You knew Henry was know to get around, but he seemed so genuine earlier and it made you feel appreciated.
All of a sudden, the door to the bathroom slammed open, causing you to jump. A familiar voice called out, “(Y/n)?”
Richie rounded the corner, eyes instantly locking with yours as he noticed the terrible shape you were in.
“Richie!” You exclaimed, surprised to see him there.
“What are you doing? This is the girls bathroom, you can’t be in here!” You scolded him.
Richie shrugged, walking closer and eventually sitting down against the wall next to you. For a while, the two of you sat in silence, not quite knowing what to say.
“Are you okay?” Richie finally broke the silence.
You shrugged.
“Not really. I was just embarrassed in front of the whole school and now my crush just walked in on me sobbing my eyes out.”
As soon as the words slipped out of your mouth, you immediately regretted them, but it was already too late to take them back.
“If it makes you feel any better, I think you still look beautiful with snot and mascara running down your face.”
Letting out a choked laugh, you punched Richie’s arm slighlty.
“Asshole.”
Richie smiled. Although the punch didn’t hurt, he didn’t mind it getting hit, as long as you were happy.
“And hey,” Richie called, making you look at him.
“Fuck Henry Bowers. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Smiling slighlty, you leaned your head on Richie’s shoulder, enjoying the quiet.
And Richie wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Headcanons for being Richie’s older/younger sibling
Older:
lets just start off by saying that everything you do
this boy admires
he thinks you’re so cool
he’s constantly bragging to his friends about how cool you are
“guys want to know what (y/n) did today?”
“not really”
“ok, so basically-”
so precious, someone protect him
if you ever start liking someone, you bet he’ll immediately go and interrogate them
which is kind of funny bc he’s like 2-3 years younger, but it’s the thought that counts
you don’t exactly condone Richie’s vocabulary or the way he acts, but you do the same things so you really can’t tell him anything
you do still try to encourage him to do his best in school
he doesn’t want to disappoint you, so he tries his best
sometimes, he doesn’t completely understand things and feels like a complete failure
this is when big bro/sis (y/n) kicks in
you take the time to explain to him that just because he doesn’t understand something doesn’t mean he’s stupid
some things just take longer to understand
he loves you so much and vice versa
Younger:
protective 25/8
will fight everyone and anything that even breathes wrong in your direction
but he also likes to tease you
“hey short stack”
“Richie, you’re like an inch taller than me”
“shush child”
he always invites you to hang out with him and his friends
you don’t want to intrude so you try telling him that you could just stay home instead
nonsense
he practically drags you along
doesn’t matter since all of his friends love you anyway
you really bring out a much softer side of him
you always come to him with your problems and he’s all ears
Richie never wants you to feel like a burden so whenever you’re feeling bad, he’ll go out and ‘buy’ ice cream
‘buy’ actually means steal, but shhhh
you don’t need to know that
he will let you vent no matter what and always take your side on things
gosh, he loves you so much and vows to always take care of you, even if it means risking his own life
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