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fangirl-imagines · 5 years

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Reunions//2019!Richie Tozier

A/N: Requested by @bisexuaivalkyrie, I hope this is what you were looking for :)

Prompt: The reader was a member of the losers club and returns to help take down IT for a second time, reuniting with her childhood sweetheart Richie “Trashmouth” Tozier.

Being back in Derry did feel real. It felt like some hazy dream that you had been stuck in since Mike had called you. You couldn’t decide if it was a dream or a nightmare though. There were too many happy memories of your friends competing with the nightmare of why you were all brought together. You squeezed your hands together in front of you as you stepped into the Jade of the Orient to keep them from shaking. The warm air hit your cold body and made the lightheadedness you were feeling intensify as you were led back to a private room where the losers club would have their first meeting in almost thirty years.

“Holy shit.” You heard someone mutter before turning into the room. Three men stood facing each other, none of them noticing you yet. You knew immeditatly that it was Bill, Mike, and Eddie even though you hadn’t seen them in decades.

“Well would you look at this bunch of handsome old men.”

They all turned to look at you in surprise.

“Y/N.” Bill greets with a smile that you shyly return as you take two steps closer to them before black spots begin to dance in your vision and you suddenly find yourself slumping over, only being help up by Eddie’s arms wrapped around your waist.

“Y/N!”

Mike and Bill are both suddenly by your side as well, helping Eddie hold you up. You brush them off and try to stand up on your own though Eddie still hovered closely.

“I’m sorry,” you spoke gently as Mike hands you a glass of water. “its like everything caught up to me all of a suddenly. Like a tidal wave.” You shook your head, taking a sip of the water Mike had offered you and Eddie took a step back from you. “Nice catch by the way Eds.”

He shook his head at the nickname but his lips quirked up in the corners.

“It-It-Its been happening to al-all of u-u-s Y/N.” Bill stumbled over his words, placing a hand on your shoulder comfortingly.

You smiled at him, Bill your faithful leader for so many years. You couldn’t help yourself but to pull him into a tight hug. He laughed and squeezed you back tighter.

“I mi-mi-missed you t-t-too Y/N.”

The sudden bang of a gong chimed through the room, breaking the two of you apart as you all turned around to come face to face with trashmouth Richie Tozier himself. You went rigid in Bill’s arms and found yourself swallowing harshly as you remembered more long forgotten memories about the boy you had lost your heart to so many years ago. All grown up now, Richie had his hands shoved down into his pockets and was grinning sheepishly at the four of you until his eyes caught you and stayed there. You saw his eyes widen slightly behind his thick, black frames and his adam’s apple bob.

“I guess this meeting of the losers club has officially begun. Hey, Y/N, Eddie. I have to say you both still look just as smoking hot as I remember you.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Beep beep Rich-”

He stopped suddenly, eyes widening as he watched you move from Bill’s side, almost tripping over your own feet in your haste before you were in front of Richie, grabbing his face in your hands and pulling him down into a kiss. There was lighthearted laughter from your friends. Ben and Beverly exchanged amused glances at the reunion but neither you nor Richie could be bothered to notice or care. Richie’s hands came out of his pockets to grab onto your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was a little messy and a little too quick to be proper but it was familiar and warmed the cold spot you’d felt in your heart ever since being back in Derry.

Mike cleared his throat but neither of you pulled away until air became a necessity. You gasped slightly as you pulled back and you suddenly realized all eyes in the room were now on the two of you. You flushed red and tried to step back slightly only to have Richie’s arms tighten around you and keep you in place. You looked back up at him and saw he was staring at you with adoringly wide eyes that were magnified behind his glasses. For once in his life it seemed like Richie Tozier had been knocked speechless.

“Well I guess Y/N standards haven’t improved any with age.” Ben spoke from behind you causing everyone to laugh.

You flushed red and stepped back, forcing Richie’s hold on you to break but stayed standing next to him as Ben and Beverly joined you.

“Glad to know I’m still as irresistible as ever.” Richie teased but you shook your head, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Beep beep Richie.”

“Well, now that we’re all together again, I think its time we all talk about why we’re here.” Mike spoke up with something hard in his voice.

“Come on Mike. Shouldn’t we wait for Stan first?” Eddie asked, as eager as the rest of you to delay thinking about just why you were all together again.

Richie tensed beside you and you reached up to grab his hand that had settled on your waist, pulling it away and entwining your fingers. Mike closed his eyes painfully and let his head hang for a moment before looking back up at Eddie.

“Stan won’t be joining us Eddie.” Mike reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, casting his gaze to the floor. “He died two days ago. Just after I called.”

Your heart stopped in your chest and you were afraid for a moment you might faint again. Richie dropped your hand but you didn’t pull your eyes away from Mike, willing him to take it back, to laugh and tell you this was a joke. But you knew well enough. Everyone was thinking it but it was Beverly who said it, still the bravest of you all.

“Pennywise.” She whispered breathlessly, Ben’s hand on her back for support. “It was him wasn’t it? Pennywise. I thought it was just a bad dream but...”

She trailed off as her own memories overcame her. You felt Richie lean against you slightly for support you were glad to give but unsure if you could. Mike nodded his head solemnly.

“We should all sit down.”

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rwprincess · 3 years

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If You Leave: Chapter 2 (Adult!Richie TozierxGen!Neutral Reader)

Masterlist

Part One

Word Count: 4K

Synopsis: A flashback-flashforward relationship with Richie, spanning both Chapter 1 and Chapter 2. This one is set in Chapter 2: You’re called upon by Mike Hanlon to reunite and defeat Pennywise together. There are long-forgotten memories and feelings that are stirred up when you see Richie again after 20 years.

Songfic based on If You Leave by OMD (but I’ve butchered the order because I needed to. Deal with it puts on sunglasses and rides away on tricycle)

CW: Swearing, Pennywise, Gore/Blood, Death, Reddie pairing, Angst, (All lots of canon Chapter 2 stuff), Sort-of unresolved/unclear ending?

You first saw him while flipping through channels. You paused because something about him seemed...oddly familiar. Richie Tozier, the screen told you, was playing in his own special on the comedy channel. While the looks and the name stopped you, you couldn’t remember where you had seen him or heard of him before. Maybe he was just one of those famous or up-and-coming comics who made the headlines a lot, or one that a coworker mentioned liking in passing. He was brash; his brand of jokes were inappropriate and immature. Nearing forty, you wouldn’t categorize this as your style, but he drew you in anyway and you couldn’t help but laugh, even at the cruder moments. There was just something about him.

Even though you were enjoying the show, you quickly had to mute the TV to pick up your phone. You looked down to see a number you didn’t recognize, but it had a 207 area code. Maine. That you recognized instantly. While you grew up there, you hadn’t been back or even really thought about it for years, but the area code was still seared into your brain. You assumed it was some telemarketer digging through old records of people who used to live there, so you answered to tell them to take you off their list. However, a voice much older than you were used to, but still had a ring of familiarity hit you from the other line.

“Y/N?” They asked, and you identified yourself before they continued, “This is Mike Hanlon...from Derry.”

“Mike?” It took you a moment to dredge up the memory. You had blocked out a lot of your childhood, and unfortunately, Mike had been one of the first of your friends to go. However, what he said next shocked you back into realization.

“Y/N. Awful things are happening again. It’s back.” The memories flooded you all at once. The terrifying images of an otherworldly clown stalking you and your friends, murdering neighborhood children. But you had defeated It. How could It be back…? Then you looked at your opposite hand and saw the faint scar there on your palm, the one you never knew the origin of...until now. You were hit hard by another recollection, one where you stood with all of your friends and vowed to return if anything were to happen, if It were to return. “You swore to come back,” Mike reminded you, even though your promise had already hit you in nauseating waves and tears pricked your eyes. The sudden onset was overwhelming to say the least.

“I will. I am.” You committed right there and then, asking Mike for details on where you would meet up and what you intended to do. You hung up shortly after, saving his number, but before you could continue, you sat down and let the emotions and revelations wash over you. You looked back up to the television, to Richie Tozier, and recovered some of those mementos lost to time within your mind. No wonder he had seemed so familiar: he was your first (and perhaps, only) love.

You sat outside of Jade of the Orient, the Chinese restaurant Mike had given you the address of, in your rental car. You had been in Derry only an hour and were sitting in the parking lot for over ten minutes now, working up the courage to get out of the vehicle. The flight here, and then the drive...both had slammed you with so many memories from your youth. Both ones you once treasured, and others you wished to forget. Your heart thrummed in your chest with excitement to reconnect with all of your friends who had meant so much to you a lifetime ago. However, you knew you were called upon to fight the greatest evil you had ever faced. It tore your group asunder and left so much death and destruction in Its wake. You weren’t sure if you could go through that all again. The sheer terror made the blood in your veins feel electric, but it was quickly calmed and cooled as you saw someone else approach the restaurant. You wondered if you still would have recognized him even if you hadn’t seen him on the TV yesterday; you felt like your heart would know. You instantly had the flutter there and felt as if you were a kid or teenager again. Without thinking about it, now, you unlatched your door and stepped out to follow him. He wasn’t the same gangly all-limbs kid you’d known and fallen in love with, but he was still handsome in his own right and this made you swallow nervously as you approached him.

“You two look amazing,” he commented on a couple hugging in front of him. You knew it was Bev immediately by her fiery red hair. Other than Richie, she had been your closest friend and confidant. The other person, you didn’t recognize right away, and didn’t have time to place as you heard Richie say, “What the fuck happened to me?” as he was welcomed into a hug by the other two.

“I don’t know, Rich. You still look pretty good to me.” You piped up behind him and he turned immediately. You hadn’t seen him or spoken to him in twenty years, but as his eyes met yours, the feelings came rushing back as if it were yesterday.

“I take it back, these two look like crap in comparison,” he grinned in your direction, opening his arms to you, “How are you, gorgeous?” You didn’t hesitate and fell into his arms as if you belonged there.

You all fell into old rhythms easily; joking and talking like no time had been lost. Everyone looked so different, and yet, the hints of the kids you once knew were definitely there. The only thing that felt amiss was that Stan had yet to show up. Even when the fortune cookies arrived at the table and you were all surely too many drinks in, he hadn’t made an appearance. When the first fortune cookie was cracked open and only revealed one word, the rest of you joined to try to solve the puzzle. The horrifying sentence came together: I Guess Stanley Couldn’t Cut It. Through the arguments and accusations levied against Mike, it became clear that he would not and could not have orchestrated this. Pennywise had indeed come back, just as he had tried to tell you moments before. Terrible visions of miscellaneous putrid, gory things bursting from the remaining cookies and floating heads in the fish tanks behind you confirmed your worst fear: you’d have to face It again.

You vacated the restaurant together, sheepishly leaving the destroyed dining room behind. Richie yelled at some kid, thinking it was that fucking clown taking on yet another shape, before you could usher him outside. Bev put her phone on speaker and attempted to get ahold of Stan...only to have his newly-christened widow pick up the call. The news hit you like a ton of bricks and you were shaken to your core. “Stanley!” Eddie threw up his hands, “Pennywise! He knew! He knew before we did!” He declared hopelessly before continuing his pacing. Mike urged you all to come together, to form a plan before It could strike again or grow more powerful.

“I have a plan,” Richie began, “Get the fuck out of dodge before this ends worse than one of Bill’s books. Who’s with me?” He asked, raising a hand and Eddie joining him. You looked at him incredulously.

“We made a promise to each other!” Mike reminded him, harshly.

“Well, let’s unmake the promise!”

“More people are going to die,” Ben urged.

“People die every day!” We don’t owe this town shit! Plus, I just remembered I grew up here like...two hours ago so like, I’m fucking leaving!” He determined with finality, beginning to walk away, “Fuck this!” He stormed over to his car and you quickly walked after him. He had already gotten into the car before you could reach him so you knocked on the driver’s window. He jumped, startled, as he hadn’t seen you follow him, but rolled down the window.

“A red mustang convertible, Rich? How cliche.” You joked, gesturing to the car. But you both knew that wasn’t why you were there.

“I’m not staying, Y/N. I can’t...I won’t…”

“Richie, we made a pact.”

“When we were twelve.”

“Then why did you come?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I didn’t remember that a fucking child eating clown was what brought us all together!” He all but yelled back.

“You came because your friends asked you to. He hasn’t called us in twenty years. He wouldn’t if this weren’t important. Please, Rich. Please, just hear him out.”

“No. I can’t...I’m not going to stay here and watch you die.” He shook his head and readjusted his glasses, rolling up the window so you couldn’t argue more and try to convince him to stay. You stumbled backwards from his car as he began to back up.

“Richie! Richie!” You called out after him, but he was already peeling away in the opposite direction.

If you leave, don't leave now

Please don't take my heart away

Bev convinced you to return to the hotel with her and Ben, reasoning that you might be able to catch Richie and Eddie. She seemed as though she wanted to stay, to honor her promise. You thought back to when you were kids, and how she told Pennywise simply that she wasn’t afraid of him. She was the most fearless of all of you...maybe braver than you all put together. You arrived in your rental car not long after the others, having taken a wrong turn or two on the way. Bev and Ben were at the bar and she gestured to indicate that Richie and Eddie had arrived and had gone upstairs. You were headed in that direction as Richie came down, bag slung over his shoulder. “Eduardo! Andele, Let’s go!” He called back up the stairs before turning to face you. “Shit.” He seemed to have forgotten that you were all asked to stay at the Derry Inn together, that you’d be there. You didn’t get the chance to chastise him though, as Ben followed Beverly, asking how she knew how Stanley would die. That bombshell took precedence.

“I’ve seen all of us die,” she admitted, as Eddie clunked down the stairs with his luggage. This quickly escalated into another panicked argument, with particular interest from Eddie, the hypochondriac. In the hectic mixup, you shook your head and pulled Richie aside. If Bev had already seen your deaths and Stan’s was accurate, there wasn’t much you could do about it anyway, right?

“Richie, please. There’s strength in numbers. Like when we were kids. That’s why it worked!”

“Did you not just hear? Beverly now has fuckin’ witch powers and can foretell our deaths! She knows that we’re going to die!”

“She didn’t say we were going to die now. And even if she’s seen that, I don’t know if we can change it. Might as well go down in a blaze of glory and take a shitty demon clown with us.” You shrugged and he laughed mockingly at how nonchalant you were being.

“We can probably change it and not die if we aren’t fucking here,” he urged you.

“Please,” you made your voice soft to balance out his, “just stay this night. One day. Listen to what Mike’s plan is.”

Promise me just one more night

Then we'll go our separate ways

You had won at least that much. Bill and Mike arrived at the hotel shortly after, Mike explaining that you all would die if you didn’t try to defeat It again, but that he had a particular ritual to be able to contain It, to kill It before It had a chance to kill you. He instructed you all to return at nightfall to the library, with individual ‘tokens’ to commemorate that summer where your bond had shattered and then rebuilt in time to take on Pennywise. You arrived when you were meant to, shocked to find Eddie with a stitched up face, and Henry Bowers’ dead body on the floor, having attacked Mike. You had no time to recover from the shock, though, as Mike spoke to Bill on the phone and revealed that he was going to try to take on It on his own.

Richie insisted on you driving him to the house on Niebolt street. He wanted to commit to this with all of you, but didn’t trust himself not to try to run out of town again. He also admitted he was in no mental state to focus on the road, having just killed Bowers to save Mike. “I know it was the right thing to do, Y/N. But it has me fucked up. I---I hated him, but...it’s different to kill a clown that isn’t a clown than a person, you know?” His voice escalated in pitch and you put a reassuring hand on top of his.

“I know,” you said softly, trying to soothe him, “But you did what you had to do. And Henry...I’m not sure he’s been ‘Henry’ for a real long time,” you admitted. Eddie had told you all that Bowers had come after him, too, implying that Pennywise had sent him before stabbing him through the cheek. Richie took your gesture of comfort and intertwined his fingers with yours, making your heart skip a beat.

“We can beat It, right? If we’re all together?” He asked you, desperately, reminding you of the scared kid he had once been.

“I think so,” you responded earnestly, nodding in resolve. He squeezed your hand tighter and ran his thumb over your knuckles.

“I don’t want to lose you. I meant what I said last night, I can’t watch you die. Especially not now, seeing you, being with you after all this time.” You parked in front of the curb on the deserted street in front of the looming black house on Niebolt and turned to him.

“You won’t. We’ll have each other,” you promised, “I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine, right?” He raised your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand gently, never breaking eye contact with you. While you loved jokester, silly Richie, you had always loved tender and serious Richie even more. It was the secret side that no one else really saw and you were glad he hadn’t changed in that aspect.

“Bet on it, sweetheart.” He replied, making you smile at the long-forgotten childhood nickname. You took this time to lean forward and brush your lips against his, not fully kissing him but letting him know that you wanted to. He didn’t waste the opportunity and cupped your face with his other hand, pressing his lips against yours. He smelled like leather and whiskey now, a far cry from the strawberry shampoo and bubble gum that you used to inhale off him when you were young; but the sensation was still the same. While you had told him that you’d both make it out alive, you weren’t so sure.

We've always had time on our sides

Now it's fading fast

Every second, every moment

We've got to, we've gotta make it last

The others joined shortly after and as you all greeted each other outside your vehicles, you heard tires skidding to a stop. Bill had arrived on Old Silver. He begged you all to let him go alone, blaming himself once more for dragging you all into this. Of course, none of you were having it. You were in it now, no matter what that meant.

“So, does somebody want to say something?” Eddie asked, looking around the group for a meaningful quote; a battle cry to go in with.

“R-Richie said it best when we were here last,” Bill said.

“I did? ‘I don’t wanna die’?”

“No.” Bill shook his head, either not believing that Richie didn’t remember, or that he would say such a thing now.

“‘You guys are lucky we’re not measuring dicks’?” You all looked at him now with the same expression Bill had, and Richie sighed, finally remembering, “‘Let’s kill this fucking clown’?” Bill chuckled in response, letting him know he’d finally got it right. “Let’s kill this fucking clown.” Richie growled with resolve, reminding you why you had fallen in love with him in the first place.

Your group attempt at “The Ritual of CHUD” had failed miserably and Pennywise came at you all, full-force. Mike had invariably screwed you. You put your trust in him that it would all work, that you stood a chance, but he knew it would never work. Bill tackled Mike just before he could be impaled by one of Pennywise’s newly formed claws and you all made a run for it. You were quickly divided, just like It wanted. You dove behind a rock formation with Mike, instantly regretting that you hadn’t stayed closer to Richie in the chaos. If this was going to be it, the end, then you wanted to spend it with him. You particularly lamented the situation when, without thinking, Mike jumped out from behind your collective spot to call out to Bill. As Pennywise picked him up and prepared to swallow him whole, you cowered further down, hoping to be unseen.

You were relieved to hear Richie’s familiar voice a few moments later. You took a peek around the curve of the formation as Richie yelled “Hey, fuckface!” at the clown, gaining It’s attention. “You wanna play truth or dare? Here’s a truth…” he said, grabbing another rock to throw at your enemy, “You’re a sloppy bitch! Yeah, That’s right! Yipee-ki-yay, mother---” as he reeled the rock back, arching it to throw, he let go and went limp, his face becoming slack as Pennywise opened Its mouth and exposed him to the dreaded dead-lights. You screamed, frozen in fear for a moment. Not afraid of Pennywise, no, but rather what He could do to Richie. That fear suddenly lent itself to adrenaline in your veins and you scrambled to your feet, launching yourself in their direction as fast as you could.

Luckily, you heard Eddie call out, “Beep-beep, motherfucker” and hit Pennywise with something, as you were too far away. Richie fell out of the telekinetic grasp and landed on the ground, hard...but seemingly alive. Eddie knelt over Richie and you continued to run towards them. Pennywise seemed to be weakened for now, and you began to slow just a bit as you realized Richie was sitting up and moving, that he was okay and Eddie was getting him back. But, as you approached, a claw came up behind Eddie lightning quick and he groaned. Pennywise had impaled him, causing blood to spurt over the best friend he had just saved from certain doom. The crab-clown hybrid flung him around so you could all see, then discarded him down one of the caves like a rag doll.

“Eddie!” Richie whispered in wide-eyed horror as you dropped to your knees beside him and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Richie, love, come on.” The others were already making their way towards where Eddie had been thrown, but Richie sat in shock for a moment before you helped him to his feet. You gathered in the cavernous room around Eddie, who continued to cough up and ooze blood. The prognosis seemed grim. There was no way someone could survive that, right? Richie didn’t want to believe there was no hope and started applying pressure to the wound. Of course, the one who would know what to do, how to fix a broken body, was the one who lay dying.

“I almost killed It,” Eddie noted, “The leper. My hands were at his throat and I could feel him choking. I made him small.” You tried to shush him; wasting this energy could not be good for him, but he kept talking anyway, “He seemed so weak.”

“All living things must abide by the laws of the shape they inhabit!” Mike said his realization out loud. Perhaps it was possible to defeat Pennywise after all. Immediately after, Ben found a tunnel and Bev postulated that you could bring Him down to a reasonable size to defeat. Ben and Richie carried Eddie out of the tunnel and set him down. The others tried to lead Pennywise into one of the tunnels, to shrink him down, but you knew Richie couldn’t leave Eddie and you wouldn’t leave him.

“Richie? I need to tell you something,” Eddie coughed out.

“What? What’s up, buddy?” Richie looked at him tenderly and you remembered what you always had known: Richie loved him, too.

“I fucked your mother.” Eddie looked at him seriously and then began to laugh quietly, painfully coughing up more blood. Richie’s face went blank and you rolled your eyes. Even after all these years, even if these were to be the last words he said, he couldn’t resist getting back at Richie for all the ‘your mother’ jokes. But you gave him a small smile too, happy to know that some things never changed.

The six of you had barely made it out alive as the sewer system and the Niebolt house collapsed around you. Richie was dragged out, literally kicking and screaming, as you had to leave Eddie’s dead body behind. It was surprisingly light out; a whole night spent battling evil. You wordlessly traveled to the quarry, numbed from the events, and jumped into the waters below to get rid of the blood, sewage, and dirt caked on to each of your bodies. Richie was completely broken by the loss, and you all clung to him, trying to provide comfort, even though it fell short. Nothing could replace Eddie...to make up for him not being alive. His sobs racked through each of your bodies as you held him close, truly best friends once again.

I touch you once, I touch you twice

I won't let go at any price

This time, you all vowed to keep in touch, and actually meant it. You refused to let Richie go home alone with the weight of Eddie’s death upon him. His job was luckily flexible enough that he agreed to come with you. Your place was much quieter than the hustle and bustle of New York City, anyway. You turned in your rental car and agreed to drive his red Mustang. “This is such an honor, that you trust me this much,” you joked as you slid behind the steering wheel.

“I trust you with my life,” he said honestly. “Can we make one stop, first? Before we officially ‘leave’?” He asked.

“Of course,” you agreed, not sure what he had in store. However, he made you stop at ‘the kissing bridge’ on the edge of town. He assured you that he’d be right back, but after a moment of watching him carve on the wood of the bridge, you curiously approached him. He was reworking faded letters: R + E. Your heart had always belonged to just Richie, but his was split between you and Eddie, and that was okay with you. You knelt down next to him, placing a hand gently on his shoulder. He looked up at you, with wide-eyed surprise, nervous about how you’d react, but you just said, “I’m sure he’d like this very much.” You placed your head on his shoulder as he continued to carve away at the initials.

I need you now like I need you then

You always said we'd still be friends

#it movie #it chapter 2 #richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #adult!richie #bill hader #gender neutral reader #it stephen king #it fanfic #the losers club #reddie

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goddessofmischief · 3 years

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hcs about reader with anxiety and richie tozier!

Richie Tozier Dating A Reader With Anxiety Would Include...

Richie doesn’t usually get anxious.

Truthfully, he never thinks enough to get anxious.

Richie is more the type to fight first and ask questions later.

However, he has a lot of experience calming down Eddie.

And you’re a lot like Eddie - except much more attractive, and funnier, and kinder, and-

Anyway. (Richie could talk about you for days.)

Richie finds that just being with you helps.

Like, if you start to get anxious when you’re out with the Losers, Richie will stay by your side.

You’ve developed little signals to let him know that you’re not doing well.

Richie learns to be more observant by paying attention to you and how you’re doing.

He memorizes all kinds of breathing exercises to help you calm down.

He cares about you more than anything else in the world, and he’ll do anything to help you.

#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier #richie tozier imagine #richie tozier headcanons #it #it 2017 #shut up richie #adult richie #finn wolfhard #finn wolfhard imagine #finn wolfhard x reader

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xgryffinwhore · 4 years

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hot for teacher pt.2

word count: 1146

warnings!: SMUT ASF! soft richie, but still classic richie

word count: 1146

link to pt 1: https://xgryffinwhore.tumblr.com/post/644747705839648768/hot-for-teacher

the punch against james’s skin echoed through the now hushed lecture hall. richies emotions went from mad, to cocky, to the realization he was in front of his students, to JETTING out of the door. so many thoughts were going through his head, he shook madly while trying to unlock his car door, he sat in his car trying to think of something he could escape to.

the events that had just occurred mire moments ago sunk in. one point rich, you probably impressed the shit out of y/n, but zero point rich because youre probably going to lose your fucking job. his hand was firm on the gear, undecided about where exactly he wanted to go when he heard a small knock on the window of his passenger seat side. he unrolled the window slowly, locking eyes with his cup holder.

“well” you opened the car door and got in “where are we off to?” richie put his car into drive, and you were off. it was silent, not the bad type, but not the good type, your hand was over his on the center console. “so, we should talk or some shit” you knew that was the last thing he wanted to say, but there was nothing else to say. “nah, we dont rich.” you stroked his hand with your thumb “i think it's clear how we feel.” a sigh he didn't know he was holding it was deeply released as he headed down the more rural route of your town.

your head stuck out of his window, blissful in the moment, basking in happiness. “be careful y/n, if you fall out of my window i don't know what id do” he taunted, keeping his right arm against your mind just in case anything were to happen. he parked the car at a scenic overlook facing a lake, and got out, coaxing you out with his ring and middle finger. you both sat on the trunk of his car, a distance between the both of you.

“i give a shit about you more than anyone ok” richie exhaled “and i'm sorry wasn't more open, i didn't want to ruin a good thing.” you stood up, your arms crossed “just a good thing?” richie rose and took your face into his palms “a fan-fucking-tasitc thing” he brushed against your lips “the best thing ive ever had.” you closed the gap, feeling your eyes becoming watery. one of his hands slips down to your lower back, he pulls it closer to him. you move one hand to the back of his locks and the other to the base of his neck. the kiss was needy, it was earth shattering, you love was simple yet it could overcome anything.

keeping your forehead on his as he breaks from the kiss“babe it's been so hard without you.” you snicker “one week without me and you are already whining!” he backs away, taking your hand.

“i’ll show you whining”

he leads you to the back seat of his car, you close the door behind you and richie automatically pounces. he leans you against the door, trailing kisses down your neck while groping you everywhere. “ive been craving to have my fucking hands back on you y/n” he grabs your ass and smacks it. richie sucks on the tender spot of your neck, sending pleasure down your spine “r-richie keep going.” his pupils blow out, he bites down on the patch “beg for it.” you turn your face; blushing, you almost forgot how dominant he gets. “please, i want you to fuck me, i want you to make me feel so good richie, please rich.” with those words, kiss lips detached from your neck, as his fingers messed with the buttons on jeans. he pulled your jeans off, putting your leg onto his shoulder and rubbing your loathed slit.

“you're soaked y/n” he tisked “such a good girl, going bad for me?” he moved your panties to the sick, licking his fingers and teasing your hole. he slipped his middle finger inside, then his ring finger. you hissed, throwing your head back “feels good rich” you egged him on. his fingers began working faster, enjoying the expressions of pleasure that took over your face. “who gets to see you make these faces hm? who owns you?” “you rich, for you” you croaked, taken over by a moan. richie could feel his member press against his pants tightly, the faces and noises you were making made him go mad.

you could have easily came with richies fingers alone, but the only thing you could think of was being totally destroyed by him. “give it to me already rich, i've been so good” you groan, richie pulls out his digits and licks them clean. “ususally” richie starts, pulling off his pants and underwear “i would make you suffer some more” he flips you over, hovering over you “but i need you this instant” he plunges into you without any warning “so im going to fucking have you”

he held your stomach and waist, thrusting into you slowly, he filled you up so well. he pulled you up by your hair and put his torso on your back “you take me so well, you're for me only” he husked, picking up his breath pace as he began moving faster.

he rammed into you full force, kissing your shoulders and praising you with ‘taking me so well, such a good girl, sounds so pretty for me.’ you were loving the pain, and the pleasure, and the feeling of just being with him, lust and love tangling your senses. “who makes you feel this good?” he howls “you rich- fuck!” you scream, the coil in your core unwinding much faster than you'd like it to. “remember y/n” he grunts “if you want to cum you have to ask for permission.” he began kneading your clit, overstimulating you to the extent.

everything was so much, you needed to cum. “please richie, can i please cum!” you screeched, erotic moans leaving your lips. “you can cum on my dick princess” he bites lightly on the back of your neck. your legs give out, pleasure takes over every inch of your body, ‘oh richie’’s and ‘fuck’’s coming from the back of your throat. the sounds of your release and the feeling of you beneath him also sent richie to the edge, he pulled out and pumped hot liquid onto your back.

little mewls left your lips as you both came down from your highs. richie kissed your forehead, letting you rest on his shoulder.

“i never want this to end,” you sleepily said.

“i won't let that happen” he breathed out, enwrapping you into his arms.

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sp00kyjellybeans · 4 years

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greetings <3! i noticed that you write for IT and i was wondering if you could right an adult!eddie x reader oneshot where reader is taller than him and when they all come together to the chinese place richie starts teasing him because of it?

hi hello sorry this is so late! I kept losing the progress I made on this and sort of lost motivation but now here it is! Also, I wrote this to be a fem!reader bc I know Richie would have a hay day with that, but if u wanted diff pronouns just lmk! Enjoy (sorry if its short)

Warnings: None

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Eddie stood in front of the Chinese restaurant fiddling with his fingers. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. The fact that he was back in Derry at all was enough to throw him off.

“It’s okay,” You whispered in his ear. He instantly melted. He felt your lips placed on his and his worries washed away.

When you pulled away, he stared up at you adoringly. You were quite a bit taller than him. At first, he was terrified that would scare you away but you didn’t mind. In fact, smaller guys were your type.

The loudness of families and clinking of dishes brought Eddie back down to Earth. There had to be a reason why he was called back to Derry. He had no clue. He hated that.

As you informed the waitress of your husband’s allergies, Eddie stood in the doorway of the private room. All of his old friends sat around a round table laughing.

“Oh shit.”

Five heads turned towards Eddie, all the laughter ceased making his stomach drop. Luckily, you returned to his side interlocking your hand with his.

“Uh, Miss-” Richie raised his hand to grab your attention- “I believe this is your child? He wandered in here, looking uh... lost...”

Richie made no attempt to hold back his laughter. As did the rest of Eddie’s friends. An awkward smile spread across your cheeks as Eddie dragged you to an empty seat.

“No, no, I’m kidding,” Richie said and stuck his hand across the table. “Richie Tozier, the famous comedian.”

You happily introduced yourself to the rest of the group and you immediately felt welcomed. Eddie had great things to say about them when he spoke of his childhood in Derry. And although Eddie was annoyed to his fullest extent because of him, he never spoke badly of Richie.

He probably wanted to, though.

“So, tell me, Eds,” Richie stared at his friend. “How did you manage to go ahead and marry She-Ra.”

“Richie,” Eddie growled. “Stop.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance. “It’s okay, he’s funny and I don’t mind.”

“I just think it’s great. You finally put yourself out there,” Richie said casually. “Amazonian women are very hard to find!”

Everyone burst into laughter, except for Eddie. The jokes just kept coming. By the end of the night, you and Richie had grown rather close. Closer than Eddie anticipated but he was grateful that you guys were getting along. He feared you would despise his friends.

“I had a great time... Aside from that... freaky thing at the end,” You said. “And I’m sorry about Stanley.”

Eddie’s arms were wrapped around your waist in the parking lot. “Yeah, stuff like that tends to follow me around...” He murmured. “I’m glad you came.”

“Me too,” You said before placing a kiss on his lips.

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tablefourtwo · 4 years

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A Night Out With Thee Richie Tozier (r.t)

anonymous : cliche prompt #42 with Richie? I’m going to save you from the terrible date you’re having

summary Richie saves (Y/N) from a horrible date with Derry high school’s resident golden boy.

warnings swearing, drinking

(Y/N) thought that she’d be smarter than to let herself get into this situation. Obviously, she wasn’t.

A Waffle House? For a first date? Maybe she was being too snobbish but she certainly expected more from Derry High School’s Basketball Captain.

She nodded her head along to whatever Lance was saying probably a bit too eagerly, wanting him to just shut up about sports.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom but uh I’ll be right back.” Lance smirked. (Y/N) hummed and sent him a tight lipped smile.

Picking at her barely touched plate of food, she didn’t notice the door to the dinner open and close.

“Overdressed much?” Richie snorted, more of a question than a statement. “What the fuck are you doing here? Dressed like that.” He snickered, taking in the scene in front of him.

“Asshole,” (Y/N) frowned, “I’m on a date.” She says in a hushed tone, face flushing.

Richie and (Y/N) weren’t close, not by a long shot, but they were close enough for her to call him asshole and for him to not take it to heart.

“With who? Cause’ shit this is weird.” He sniffles awkwardly before taking a seat in her dates chair.

“I didn’t know Lance was taking me to get breakfast food for dinner.” (Y/N) said hurriedly, rolling her eyes, careful not to rub her eyes in frustration, the mascara she so carefully applied would be ruined.

“Lance... Lance Evans?” Richie asked in disbelief.

(Y/N) groaned and Richie all but choked, almost falling off his chair.

“I know he didn’t let me into the team but... I didn’t know the guy could be so,” Richie gestured to (Y/N), the food in front of her and their current setting. “Charming.” He seemed satisfied. biting back his grin with little to no effort.

“Yeah and he’s gonna be out here any second so,” (Y/N) shrugged and nodded to the exit, the sensible thing for Richie to do would be to walk away, but leaving (Y/N) there would be heartless. Right?

Richie rolled his eyes, “okay fine. Let’s go.” Richie stood up, abroptly. “What?”

“You’re clearly having a horrible time, princess. Breakfast and more basketball talk with Evans or a night out with Thee Trashmouth Tozier? Not even a question.” He scoffed playfully.

(Y/N)’s brows furrowed in a playfully judgemental manner. He was right. Listen to Lance talk about how he ‘’made it rain’ at last Friday’s game or leave right now with Richie. “Where are we going?”

“Well, I actually just got intoa’ fight with the big sis.” Richie grinned boyishly, following (Y/N) out the door. “So you came here?” “This is my fuckin’ spot, babe! I always come here.”

(Y/N) waited while Richie unlocked his car and when he did, he opened the rear door for her. She wanted to make a joke about how Richie was such a gentleman but cringed sat herself and held it back instead.

Richie huffed as he started the engine, “your place?” He asked through a smirk cheekily. “You wish.” (Y/N) laughed, snorting.

“So what did you do to piss your sister off so bad?” (Y/N) asked Richie as she absentmindedly played with the straw of her cherry slushy, eyes fixed on the street fighter character Richie was currently playing as.

His hand movements sped up and got rougher as he began to loose, a quick glance at (Y/N) being enough to mess with his flow, the pixelated character on the bright screen grunting as it fell to the ground, dead. Game over.

He turned to her and she took his look in. Really took him in for the first time ever. His face was flushed a light pink, hair a mess, but his eyes. His eyes were different tonight, for the first time, they didn’t have any sense of mischief behind them, Richie didn’t feel the need to mess with (Y/N) for her attention or do something that might hurt himself for it either.

“What? You think I’m paying for all of this with my own hard earned money?” He joked dramatically, gesturing at the plastic bag filled with arcade tokens and (Y/N)’s slushy. “So you robbed her?” (Y/N) grimaced from the brain freeze as well as the thought of Richie stealing from his sister.

“Uh uh; borrowed.” He said matter-of-factly as he, for the third time that night, pushed two tokens into the street fighter machine.

“And what’re you doing drinking that shit?” Richie reaches into his pocket and took out a half full miniature bottle of absolut vodka. “You bought that with your sisters money too?” (Y/N) asked curiously. “No, Mr. Keene’s jus a dumbass.”

“What? He deserves it! Fuckin’ creep...” Richie responded to (Y/N)’s sour look as he shivered at the mention of the drug store owner.

“Here.” Richie quickly unscrewed the small bottle, working quick as he turned the glass upside down, piercing the slushy in (Y/N)’s hand as he impaled it neck deep into her drink, the once cherry red color diluting as the alcohol seeped into the slush.

(Y/N) didnt complain, only holding it away from Richie when he tried to grab at it.

“No way. Your driving me home.” She said teasingly as she sipped at the concoction.

“Whatever.” Richie rolled his eyes, hand gripping the joystick under him as he’s done hundreds of times, swiveling it around a bit and finally pressing the “play” button.

(Y/N) smilled, cheeks flushing, Richie would make a joke about it but she would swear that it was from the alcohol.

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anxiouslymalicious · 4 years

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Losers Club Plus One Part 12

A Richie Tozier x daughter!reader series

Read the previous part here or go here for the complete series masterlist!

A/N: Hiya! Quarantine hasn’t been treating me well but I hope you guys are doing alright! This is about 3.3k words long. I hope you enjoy!

There was no time for a break. Taking a breath was all they could do. IT could be anywhere in that place, sitting down, not moving could be dangerous. But so was moving.

Bill, as always, led the group. Followed closely by Mike, Ben, Y/N, Richie, Bev and Eddie. Roles were naturally assumed once more. Bev tried to stay close to Eddie, hoping to provide comfort, hoping to be able to protect him. Although her heart longed to be further in the front. With the man who had captured her heart through a postcard. But she couldn’t leave Eddie behind. It would feel like betraying him. Especially now that Eddie couldn’t even bear looking at Richie without tears welling up in his eyes. Bev could see it. She saw the hurt. But she didn’t know how to help. She didn’t know how the Toziers felt and, frankly, she felt that there were more pressing matters that required her attention.

“A lot of memories, huh?” Ben grumbled, stopping for a moment to look at the well before them. “All bad.”

“Try looking at it this way. This is the last time you’ll have to go down there.” Y/N threw in as she stood by Ben before all of them took the last few steps. The last few steps before the abyss. Before they would climb down again and be faced with things none of them had expected to see again.

Ben smiled at her sadly as he walked, hand reaching over to give her a gentle pat on the shoulder. Y/N returned the smile but her body shook with fear as she stepped down the wobbly, ominously creaking stairs.

What followed was an agonisingly slow descend down the well that held so many dangers. Mike went first. With their generally broader frames, the adults had an easier time gripping the walls, slowly climbing down. None of them showed much of a struggle as they climbed down. Mike, then Bill, Ben, Richie, who helped Y/N, making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt, and at last there were Eddie and Bev.

“Aw, man.” Y/N said as she left the tunnel, stepping into the water of the sewers. Her shoes immediately filled with water and she was sure they would make a disgusting squelching sound whenever she took a step if she wasn’t dragging her feet through the muggy water. A smell that almost burned in her eyes filled her nostrils and as she looked up at Richie, she was sure that she wasn’t the only one overcome with nausea. Richie’s face was as white as a ghost and his hands were evidently shaking. His flashlight moved unsteadily.

“Bleurgh, Grey water.” Eddie said as he jumped into the water, followed by Beverly. She spared a glance directed at Y/N and Richie before taking a second to look around the tunnels that seemed eerily familiar yet incredibly foreign.

“You good?” Y/N asked Eddie who looked up at her with widened eyes. He nodded quickly, opening his mouth to say something before closing it again and moving forward. Richie watched the moment, uneasiness washing over him as Eddie hid away in a shell that Richie wasn’t used to. Y/N looked up at her father, her eyes filled with worry. Richie nodded in understanding before they, too, followed the group, moving together as one.

As if natural, they moved through the tunnels, echoes of the waves they created preceded their own steps. It was an almost calm atmosphere if it wasn’t for the looming darkness, the evil around every corner, behind every wall, hidden away just behind them, maybe in front, but never leaving them alone.

“How do you guys know where you’re going?” Y/N dared to ask, breaking the silence that laid itself over the Losers like a net, trapping them effectively.

“We don’t.” Mike replied. “We just follow our instincts.”

Y/N nodded but she didn’t understand. Richie inhaled sharply through his nose. He wasn’t even sure they understood. But it didn’t matter. Not really. Walking a certain direction just felt either right or wrong. That’s how they knew. But just to be sure, Eddie was walking close to the front, he was the one with the best orientation, even in the sewers where every path looked like the one before.

The water was rising gradually. At first it only reached Y/N’s ankles, then her calves, her thighs and, as they reached what seemed to be a destination, the water almost reached over her hips.

“Shit. This is it. This is where it happened.” Ben said, the words just flowing out of his mouth. Like he had no control over his speech anymore. And he probably hadn’t.

A shiver ran down Y/N’s spine. Ice cold, like a shower. Her body jerked as her eyes landed on the construction in the middle of the room. A wooden platform, surrounded by rubbish, trash, probably debris. Y/N was sure she could even spot a few toys, the thought making her sick to the stomach.

“Is this where IT took the kids to float?” she asked the group, their solemn faces in return were enough of an answer. Bile rose to her mouth, the girl clutched her stomach in hopes to calm it down. Beverly laid a hand on her back as Richie looked at her with curious yet worried eyes. She shook them off, shaking her head as she mustered up a smile. Y/N swallowed the bile before stepping closer to the room that held so many previous dangers. One after another, the Losers climbed into the sewer room. It was deeper and flooded, even the tallest were sinking almost chest deep into the water. Bill observed Y/N as Richie was busy climbing into the cold water himself, holding her up when she slipped, almost getting lost in the dirty water.

“Thanks.” Y/N mumbled. Bill nodded but even in the second of holding her up by her arms, he could feel the tension in the young girl. Something he usually only encountered in adults, most prominently Audra, but he couldn’t help but feel miserable for her. Bill still felt that it was his fault she was dragged into this mess and he wanted to make damn sure that she would get out of it alive. She and Richie. He owed her that much. He was convinced he did.

The group waded through the muddy water. The last time they had been in the sewers, the water wasn’t there, children were floating, and toys and rubble were stacked way up high. They were relieved to say the least as they didn’t spot a child nearby, however the relief was short-lived.

“No, no, no, no, no. Ugh, no.” Eddie said, hands raised above the water, his face scrunched up in disgust while a teddy bear that was floating on the water moved his way. Richie made a little wave, moving the bear into a different direction without touching it and offering Eddie a smile. Eddie returned a tight-lipped smile. But Richie found some thankfulness in his eyes. His heart was put at ease.

Mike climbed onto the platform, followed by Bill. A line had formed and to Y/N it looked almost comically in order.

“Bevvie.” A harsh whisper sounded somewhere behind Beverly. She turned around, body moving on its own as she panned the flashlight around, looking for the source of the sound. The water reflected the light. It moved slowly. Menacingly.

Ben turned around after a few steps. “What is it?” he breathed towards Beverly as he noticed the gap between the two and her back turned towards him.

“I thought I heard something.” Bev replied. Her voice sounded light, relieved. Nothing was there. Just the wind. Maybe her mind was playing tricks on her. She turned around, a small smile tugging on her lips.

A piercing scream. Beverly. The Losers only had seconds to get a grip on the situation. IT was there. In the form of a deformed old woman. IT grabbed Bev’s head, a threatening yet taunting look on IT’s face as it turned around to Ben. He called her name. But he was petrified.

“Time to sink!” IT yelled out in a raspy voice. A second later, Bev disappeared underwater. Richie quickly pushed Y/N onto the platform before jumping to Bev’s help like the rest of the Losers’ Club. Well, everyone minus Eddie.

Petrified, he sat there, eyes fixed on the water as Y/N moved closer to her only source of protection. Eddie looked at her, eyes wild with fear, as he sat still. Eddie didn’t dare to move a limb.

“Guys?” he called out towards the not calm water. “Okay, guys. Come on.”

“Dad?” Y/N asked, clutching her wet shirt with fear.

“Hey, guys? Hey guys, come on. Please, come on. I don’t want to walk out of here alone.” Eddie whimpered, tears shining in his eyes. Y/N’s head whipped towards the man, sympathy clouding her mind and body.

“Eddie, hey, Uncle Eds.” She said, taking his face into her hands. She forced him to look at her, away from the water. “You’re not gonna walk out of here alone. I’m with you. We got each other.” She said. Y/N tried her best to sound strong, convincing even. But she failed herself, and with that, she failed Eddie.

“They’re gonna be alright, we’re gonna be alright. We’re all gonna walk out of here and we’re gonna be happy and you and Richie can finally get your shit together.” She was ranting desperately. Suddenly, they were clawing at each other, holding onto each other for dear life. They were shaking in each other’s arms, whimpering, even a few tears found their way out. But for the first time since walking down into the sewers, maybe even for the first time since stepping into the house at Neibolt street, they felt something that resembled safety and comfort.

Anxious eyes watched the water surface.

It was still. Nothing happened. Nothing moved. Y/N felt her chest ache with fear for her father. For the only family she had known.

Then, five heads popped up, gasping for air.

Eddie and Y/N exhaled with relief. Beverly struggled a little, coughing and sputtering as her lungs finally filled with air again. Ben held her, supported her body as each of the Losers slowly waded back to the dry land.

“Mike, where do we go from here?” Richie asked as he made his way to Y/N and Eddie. With that, the group gathered around a door in the wooden floor, something that had lain hidden the first time around. The group gathered in a circle around the door with the strange carving. One more fidgety than the other. They were about to enter foreign territory and none of them liked the idea.

“In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief. In the depths is where it crept. In the beneath to find belief.” Mike chanted; voice eerily calm. To an outsider it might seem like he knew what he was doing, but did he really?

“Is he okay?” Ben whispered; eyebrows furrowed.

“I think at this point that’s a relative question.” Richie replied while his daughter merely shook her head with widened eyes.

“What’s on the other side?” Bev asked. She had her arms wrapped around herself as the cold took over her drenched body.

“I don’t know. No one does.” And with that, he opened the door. The Losers took a step back, taken aback at Mike’s sudden action, the bravery and stupidity it took. Mike shone the light down the tunnel and after a particularly short evaluation, he sat down at the edge, ready to climb down.

“M-Mike, don’t-“ Bill said, reaching out to his friend.

“All right. See you down there.” Mike exclaimed, ignoring his friends. Exclamations of his name paired with the word ‘wait’ were met with deaf ears as he descended into the unknown. Worried glances followed him as he slowly descended into the unknown.

“St-Stay together.” Bill said to the remaining Losers as he leaned down, crouching, ready to follow Mike. Ben replied with a whispered ‘okay’ as he too watched with discomfort as one of his best friends climbed down into the darkness.

“You guys, I can’t do it.” Eddie said suddenly. Y/N felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Richie felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs as he watched his friend crumble, succumb to his own insecurities.

“I can’t. You saw what happened up there. I was gonna- I was gonna let you die.” Eddie mumbled. He wasn’t sure who he was addressing with his word-vomit. Whether it was the group, the Toziers or just himself. But he knew he couldn’t. The pressure was too high. He couldn’t function like that. He wouldn’t. And, with the trapdoor opened, the finality of the moment seemed all too real. Eddie wasn’t ready to face it. Eddie wasn’t ready to see his friends get hurt or - much worse - die. And he was sure at least one of them was going to lose their life. The stakes were high, the risks even higher. And what were seven Losers supposed to do when facing an entity whose full potential none of them were aware of?

Y/N shook her head, slowly stepping closer to Eddie while everyone else remained frozen. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t know if words were even so much as necessary in that situation.

“I just fucking froze up.” Eddie continued his little rant. “If you let me go down there with you, I’m gonna get us all killed.”

Eddie inhaled sharply, his new inhalator from Keene’s drugstore filled his lungs with relief, the sharp pain slowly ebbing away. But the relief was only short lived as something – or more someone – grabbed the inhalator and pulled it away from Eddie’s lips. Placebo or not, Eddie felt as though the last thing keeping him alive was taken from him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Gimme that.” Richie said as he tried to steal the little metal piece of shit.

“Richie-“

“Let go, you little turd!”

“Just let me get…” Eddie sprayed into the air, the medicine immediately evaporated, but he tried to breathe it in still. Richie suddenly waved his flashlight before Eddie’s eyes, the light blinding him, causing him to let go.

“Listen to me. You had a moment. Fine. But who killed a psychotic clown before he was 14?” Richie asked as he towered over the smaller man. Richie’s eyebrows were furrowed, emotions not really obvious to those standing by. Except for Y/N. She knew that Richie’s heart was beating faster because he was standing so close to Eddie and not just because of the clown. She knew Richie’s palms were sweaty because he was afraid to let go of Eddie, but also because touching him was just as scary. She knew that Richie was scared because he didn’t know if either of them would make it out alive. She knew that Richie wouldn’t want to lose sight of either of them. She knew that he wanted to keep them close and get them out alive.

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows, every fibre of his body begged for him to disagree, to say that it wasn’t him. But he finally pressed out an unsure ‘me’.

“Who stabbed Bowers with a knife he pulled out of his own face?”

“Also me.” Eddie said, not daring to look up at Richie. It reminded him of how Eddie had failed him.

“Who married a woman 10 times his own body mass?”

The Losers were met with silence.

“Really? Wow. Didn’t know he had it in him.” Y/N mumbled to Ben and Bev who almost snorted with surprise.

“…Me.” Eddie finally looked up at Richie. Looked him in the eyes. Eddie felt his heart swell with pride as he caught Richie smiling. Richie nodded.

“You’re braver than you think.” Richie said, hand landing on Eddie’s shoulder. A soft smile still tugged at his lips as he watched Eddie grow in himself. The air was thick with tension. Y/N watched the two men with wide eyes and a grin that couldn’t be bigger. She caught herself just in time, not wanting to ruin the moment by squealing and cheering for the two blind lovebirds to take a step.

“Alright. Thanks Rich.” Eddie replied, facial features growing softer. Richie couldn’t take his eyes off Eddie, couldn’t get himself to look away. He felt out of character as he looked at the smaller man with literal heart eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. He didn’t want to. He wanted to step closer to Eddie and press his own lips against Eddie’s. He wanted to know how they felt, how they tasted, wanted to know how this side of himself would feel.

Y/N watched on, biting on her thumbnail as to keep quiet and not ruin the moment. She had never seen her father look at anyone with as much adoration as he mustered up in that moment on the edge between life and death. The sewers had proven themselves to be an unpredictable place.

Richie raised his hand on instinct, wanting to lay it on Eddie’s cheek, cup it to pull Eddie closer, but he forgot about the bandage that still covered half of Eddie’s face. Just when Y/N was sure they were about to kiss, Richie lightly slapped Eddie’s cheek and pulled away.

The grin was wiped from Y/N’s face and even Ben and Beverly, who had remained unsuspecting up until that point, found themselves disappointed at the lack of action. Richie stepped away, walking back to his little one who just blinked at him.

“What the fuck, man.” Y/N said, only for her father to hear.

“What?!”

“I had such high hopes for you two. And you fucked up. No wonder you haven’t gotten any in ages, old man.” Y/N mumbled as they watched Beverly hand over the rusty metal pole from the fence outside to Eddie.

“Oh fuck off, I fucked your mum. That should be about enough.” Richie mumbled until he realised what he had said. A joke that usually was so light-hearted between the two now felt incredibly heavy. “Y/N, I-“

“It’s alright, Richie. Forget about it.” She replied, giving him a half-smile before walking over to Eddie. Richie sighed, running a hand over his own face. He hadn’t intended to hurt her, in fact he was trying to make fun of himself, but he hurt the one he loved the most. It stung in his chest, left a foul taste in his mouth as he watched his daughter interact with Eddie. She was his daughter, Richie had almost no doubt. At least one way. She knew she was his in a psychological way too. She would always look at him as such, but it hurt to not know the truth, not know who she was or who he was. She felt incomplete. And yet, she didn’t feel angry about Richie’s joke. Not really. Y/N knew he only meant well.

“Hey Eddie, whatcha got there?” Y/N asked the man, who still warily watched the pole in his hand.

“I don’t know. Bev said it kills monsters.”

“Well, I guess that gives us a little advantage.” Y/N smiled, but the smile faded just as quickly as it had come. “Listen, uncle Eds. Just the fact that you’re here already makes you a brave man. And I don’t mean the sewers. I mean coming back to Derry. It must’ve been a nightmare and I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for not giving up yet and letting IT win. And I promise you we will all get out of this alive. If you believe that we will.”

Eddie didn’t say a word, he just pulled her in for a hug. His eyes found Richie’s for a moment. Richie smiled. And so did he. It felt like Eddie had just found the family he had always craved.

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something human (richie tozier)

warnings: fluffy n sweet, 2019!richie x reader, assume this takes place before any events of chapter 2

based on the song something human by muse

[losers&reader are adults in this]

richie plasters a smile on his face, as wide as he absolutely can. the crowd is cheering for him, applauding and hooting and yelling, and it’s a sight that will never fail to make him feel warm. he’s worked his entire life for this, and it always feels good to have it pay off.

for now though, he’s drained, and all he can think about is the call he always looks forward to making when he gets backstage.

as soon as the curtains close, his smile drops, the bone-deep exhaustion making itself known. he goes through the motions of what’s expected of him: he drinks the water bottle thrown at him, he wipes his forehead on a towel he passes to some stagehand, and he only half-listens as his manager blabbers in his ear.

he manages to tune everyone and everything around him out until he’s safely in his dressing room, the door closed and no one to disturb him until he has to leave. it makes something in his chest loosen.

his phone is plugged in exactly where he left it, fully charged in anticipation for his routine. he picks it up and takes it off the charger, smiling at his lock screen.

it’s a picture of you and him from right before he’d left for this tour, sleepy and rumpled on the couch. you’re dressed in one of his sweaters, your cheek pressed into his neck as you smile for the camera. he’s pulling a goofy face, unable to keep serious even for a moment. it was one of the best nights he can remember in a long time.

the picture makes his heart feel three sizes too big, especially when he unlocks his phone to click on your contact. it only rings once before you answer it, breathless.

“hi, rich,” you murmur, your voice warm and bright and so deliriously happy to talk to him.

the tension in all of his muscles melts away at the sound of your voice, a tired but genuine smile creeping across his mouth. “hey there, angel,” he murmurs back, kicking his feet up onto the counter.

“how was your show?” you ask him, the same question you always ask, and you sound so soft and so sweet that richie almost has to scream.

he shakes his head even though you can’t see it. “same old, same old. got a lotta laughs tonight, you know how it is.” he pauses, thinking back to what he just performed. “the joke you wrote was the best part.”

you giggle, slightly breathless. “the one about your weird kink?”

he’s too warm at the sound of your voice to really take offense to your teasing of him, but he plays the part anyways. “yes, the one about my weird kink, asshole.” he rolls his eyes. “i still stand by the fact that just because i accidentally slipped into a voice one time does not mean i have a kink.”

you hum. he can hear the smile when you say, “sure, baby, whatever tickles your pickle.” you giggle to yourself.

he smirks. “well, darlin’, that would actually be you who—”

“richie!” you cut him off, laughing so hard you wheeze.

he can picture you in his mind: you’re probably curled up in the corner of the giant couch in the living room, some crime show paused on the tv. he knows you’re wearing one of his sweaters and some fuzzy socks, because the snapchat you sent him right before the show featured both. the phone is probably jammed against your ear and you’ve probably got a glass of wine sitting on the coffee table.

it sounds so cozy, and he knows it would be even cozier if he was there with you. all of a sudden, there’s a lump in his throat.

“i miss you so much, (y/n),” he rasps before he can stop himself. he usually tries not to break down like this, acutely aware that him being gone is already hard enough on you, but this time he can’t help it.

you’re silent for just a beat too long before you whisper, “i miss you too, rich.” the tears in your voice are painfully obvious. the mood from before has all but disappeared. “i miss you so much.”

richie swallows, trying to keep his composure. “only twenty more shows, doll. twenty-three more days, and then i’m right there with you.”

you sniffle and his heart breaks. “only three more weeks,” you repeat weakly. you sigh, the sound just barely loud enough for him to hear. “i hope they go by quickly.”

he sighs, letting his eyes fall shut. “me too, baby.”

he knows he doesn’t have long before he has to load onto the tour bus, and you’re probably just as exhausted as he is. it’s relatively late for you in LA and he feels bad keeping you up.

“i love you, angel,” he says, a bit desperately. he knows you know, the ring on your finger and the wedding on the horizon proof of that, but he’ll never get tired of telling you.

you make a soft sound, almost awed, and he’s lit up again by the reverent way you whisper, “i love you too, richie. i love you so much.”

he leans back, beginning to tell you some silly story of whatever happened that day. as he hears your giggles, he thinks, i really hope these next three weeks go by quickly.

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it’s quiet in the apartment when richie lets himself in.

he’s certain it’s because you’re still asleep. it’s early in the morning after all, and you don’t know he’s home. as far as you’re concerned, his flight lands tonight. he didn’t tell you he’d managed to snag the last seat on a much earlier flight.

it’d been a hard tour, on both of you. this is the longest either of you have been apart, and his crazy schedule meant your phone calls after his shows were sometimes your only communication at all. it hurt to be away from you, but now he’s home, and he’s determined to stay at your side for as long as possible.

he smiles to himself, dropping his bags by the couch and gently placing his keys on the counter. he’ll deal with unpacking later, maybe after some kisses and a nap.

the bedroom door is slightly open when he gets to it, so it’s easy to push open without creating any noise. he quickly shuts it behind himself, not wanting the light from the windows in the hallway to wake you up and ruin his surprise.

he has to suppress his coo at how adorable you are, curled onto his side of the bed with your arms wrapped around his pillow. you’re only wearing one of his shirts and underwear, and it makes heat pool through richie’s veins. later, he tells himself.

quietly, he toes his shoes off and pulls off his jeans and jacket until he’s left only in a t-shirt and his boxers, much like you. only then does he let himself climb into bed beside you.

you don’t wake up immediately. you just scrunch your nose and murmur something unintelligible, rubbing your cheek against the pillow. it’s so adorable richie can’t help but reach out to cup your jaw, and that’s what finally wakes you up.

you blink your eyes open, disoriented, and you don’t really register that it’s richie in front of you for a couple of seconds. when you do, though, you gasp, quickly reaching out to pull him into your arms.

“what’re you doing home?” you breathe against his neck, holding him so tightly his ribs ache. he laughs into your skin. “i thought your flight wasn’t until later!”

he presses his lips to your forehead. “wanted to surprise ya, doll.”

his fingers won’t stop running up and down your back, and you’re so sleep-warm and soft that he feels his exhaustion begin to pull on him. you cuddle yourself even closer, leaning up to kiss him gently.

he hums against your mouth, fitting his hand to the back of your head to keep you there. it doesn’t lead anywhere, both of you too exhausted for much more, but it’s the thing he missed the most on tour. this simple intimacy with you, and the humanity of being in your arms. it’s more powerful than he will ever understand.

“i love you,” he mumbles into the kiss, tightening his hold around your waist. “i love you, i love you, i lo—“

“rich,” you laugh, pulling back to kiss his cheek. you gently take his glasses from his face and put them on the bedside table. the blurred smile on your face makes him more sleepy. “i know. i love you too.”

you snuggle back beneath his chin, your eyes already closing. he presses his mouth to your temple, holding it there as he, too, starts to drift off.

“i’m really glad you’re home,” you whisper into the quiet, your lips moving against his skin.

he smiles, pulling you closer. “me too, angel.”

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(caption in french says “do you still love me a little bit ?”)

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overheardlosersclub · 4 years

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Do not tell me richie tozier did not make this tiktok

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fangirl-imagines · 5 years

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You’ll Float Too/ 2019!Richie Tozier

A/N: The reader and 2019 Richie come back to Derry to defeat Pennywise once and for all. But after a long few days and a lot of unpleasant memories all you want is a bath.

Warnings: Possible triggers for suicide and cutting

Richie and you were both quiet when you got back to your room. For all his babbling on the way back from the chinese restaurant to you and the other losers as soon as the two of you were back in your room its like all the nervous energy had just drained out of him.

You stood by the door and watched Richie sink down onto the bed. You wanted to say something, anything to make this easier on him but you didn’t know what to say. So you did the only thing you could think of and pressed a soft kiss against his head. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and pulled you closer against him but said nothing. You ran your fingers through his hair, breaking apart the soft curls you found there.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you stayed there like that before his grip on your waist finally relaxed and you were able to step back just slightly so you could better see his face. His eyes were red behind his glasses and you could swear your heart cracked a little at the sight. Sniffling, trying to keep yourself at least somewhat composed you shook your head and reached out to gently take the thick rimmed glasses off Richie’s face. Reaching back you set them on the bedside table. Richie didn’t stop you but blinked up at you.

“Why don’t you try and get some rest? Its been a long day.”

“What about you?”

“I’m gonna take a bath first. Otherwise I’ll never calm down any.”

Richie nodded and dropped his arms from you all together, letting you walk away from him slowly and watching you disappear inside of the bathroom before he fell back against the bed and let out a sigh.

Along with your thoughts for the first time since Mike had called you in New York two days ago and no longer having to keep a brave face for Richie and your friends you felt an overwhelming wave of emotions rush over you. Fear, anger, grief, anxiety, nostalgia, and love for the friends you had forgotten all fought for dominance not letting you fully feel any one single emotion completely. You shook your head, trying to fight the dizzy feeling this all brought on.

With trembling hands you turned the bathtub faucet letting a spray of hot water begin to fill the tub. Sitting against the side of the tub you let the water run straight over your hand, then ran it over your face gently, wiping away some of the general grossness you felt after such a long few days. Eyes closed and enjoying the feeling of the hot water on your face is when you heard it.

“Y/N...,”

You tensed, unsure if you really heard it at first.

“Y/N...”

You didn’t want to open your eyes. You didn’t want to see it.

“Y/N, you came to play!”

Your eyes shot open and your jaw dropped, a scream catching in your throat. Stan, no, no a child version of Stan, had a twisted grin on his sickening pale face. His grin was twisted and showed off a mouth full of sharp teeth, stained red from the blood poring from his nose, just like the blood poring from deep slices in his wrist. You stared at him in horror but he only laughed.

“I missed you Y/N! Did you forget about me? I didn’t forget about you. Georgie and I have been waiting for you.”

You shook your head frantically, not able to take your eyes off of this Stan in front of you. You didn’t realize the tub was beginning to run over with water behind you, soaking through your jeans. You couldn’t hear Richie knocking on the door, calling out for you. All you could hear was Stan’s excited laugh at your fear.

“Not real,” you muttered, “not real. You’re not real.” You repeated like a mantra but Stan just laughed.

“Not real? Of course I’m real Y/N. I’m real and you couldn’t save me. Just like you can’t save your friends.”

“No. No!” You yelled.

“Y/N! Y/N open the door! Please, Y/N!” Richie was screaming as he frantically pounded on the bathroom door.

“Oh, yes, Y/N! But don’t worry, we all float down there. And you’ll float too!”

A scream ripped through your throat as not Stan lunged at you, shoving you backwards into the overflowing bathtub. Despite his childlike appearance he was unnaturally strong. You fought back as one of his bloody hands tangled in your hair, the other gripping your throat, holding you under the water. You kicked and thrashed but couldn’t get out of his grip. The more you struggled the harder it became to keep your breath and soon you were swallowing gulps of water, dark spots dancing in front of your eyes. Above you, muffled through the water that had begun to take over your senses you could still hear Stan laughing.

“We all float down here Y/N! We all float down here!”

And just as suddenly as he had appeared, Stan was gone. His grip on you vanished and was replaced by two larger hand pulling you out of the water. You coughed and sputtered, still thrashing around in the tub, looking around the room for Stan but he was gone.

“Y/N! Y/N, its okay! You’re okay.” Richie shook your shoulders trying to get you to focus on him. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeated almost like a plea.

His glasses were crooked, his hair was falling in his face, and his clothes soaked through from the still running bath water. But he was real and solid and gripping you so tightly you thought he might never let you go. You couldn’t help your bottom lip trembling.

“Stan,” you choked out as the floodgates burst and your tears mixed with the water on your face. Richie pulled you flat against him and stroked your wet hair gently like you had done for him earlier. “Stan.” You whispered over and over, “Stan. Stanley.”

“Its okay. You’re okay, you’re safe.” Richie pleaded with you but you both knew that wasn’t true.

You would never be safe until IT was dead.

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Is The Baby Mine?

Richie Tozier X F Reader

Warnings: Language

Prologue Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24

Requested by: @unlikelybeardsublime1212

Y/N cried as she slid her back down her bathroom wall. She just took three pregnancy tests and all three came back positive. Her baby was the product of a one night stand with Richie Tozier.

Y/N had met Richie after one of his shows, and he invited her to join him at his house. She accepted his offer, and got into his car. They had an amazing night together, but Y/N knew what it was, so she was gone before he woke up.

And now, she was sitting in her bathroom floor thinking about Richie and how badly he would react upon hearing this news. Y/N knew Richie had a busy life and, she didn’t want to ruin his life by dragging a baby into it. She decided to keep the baby and raise it by herself.

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Five months later, Y/N sat in a patient room at her OB/GYN waiting for the doctor to come in and give her an ultrasound. She still thought about Richie everyday and how much she missed him. She really did want him in their baby’s life, but she didn’t have the heart to mess up the life he built for himself.

The doctor came in and started the ultrasound. She was excited to learn the gender of her baby and to get sonogram pictures too.

“Alright Ms. Y/L/N. You’re baby looks healthy and has a strong heartbeat. Would you like to know the gender?”

“Yes, please.”

“You’re have a boy. Congratulations.”

Y/N thanked the doctor for everything and left the doctor’s office. She was super excited to have a little boy. She thought about Richie again thinking how their son would look exactly like him.

She decided to stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things before she went home. She parked her car, got out, and walked towards the store. She stopped when she saw a car that looked exactly like Richie’s metallic red Mustang convertible. She shook her thoughts from her head and continued walking toward the store.

Y/N grabbed a shopping cart and got some fresh fruits and vegetables. She also grabbed some snacks she had been craving. She walked over to the baby section and looked at things for boys.

She suddenly remember she needed to get some more cereal and milk. She turned onto the cereal and stopped in her tracks as she saw Richie standing there deciding on whether he wants Lucky Charms or Froot Loops.

Richie turned his head to see who decided to join him on this aisle, and he dropped both boxes of cereal as he saw Y/N, the i my woman that’s been on his brain for the past months. He hurriedly picked up the cereal boxes and walked towards her.

“Hey, Y/N. How have you been?”

“I’ve been good, Richie. How about you?”

“I just got back from my stand up dates in Reno. You have been on my mind nonstop.”

Y/N looked at the floor and decided to walk over to the shelf to grab her cereal. Richie’s jaw dropped slightly when he saw her pregnant belly. Only on thought crossed his mind.

“Is the baby mine?”

“Richie, I don’t feel comfortable having this conversation on the cereal aisle of the grocery store. How about we get our groceries and meet at my apartment? It’s close to here.”

“Okay. That sounds good to me.”

“You can just follow me there.”

They got the rest of their groceries and headed toward Y/N’s apartment. When they arrived, Y/N popped her trunk and attempted to grab all her groceries, but Richie stopped her, offering to carry them for her. He silently followed Y/N into the apartment building and up the stairs to her apartment.

Y/N motioned for Richie to put the groceries on the table so she could put them in there proper places.

“I’ll be done in just sec. Why don’t you go make your self comfortable?”

“Okay.”

Richie walked into Y/N’s living room and looked at her pictures on the wall before taking a seat on the couch. He looked at the items on her coffee table and saw the corner of a picture not in a frame. He picked the picture up and saw that it was a picture of him and her after his show. He placed the picture back down when he heard her come into the living room.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you anyways.”

She joined him on the couch, but sat on the opposite end.

“So, I know you probably have hundreds of questions for me.”

“Yeah, is the baby mine?”

“Yes, the baby is yours.”

“Woah, I’m gonna be a father. Holy shit. How is the baby? How far along are you?”

“He’s completely healthy, and I actually went to my five month appointment this morning.”

“He? It’s a boy?”

“Yeah, he’s a boy.”

Richie looked at Y/N with tears in his eyes. He never thought that he would actually get the chance to be a father.

“Why did you leave and why didn’t you tell me?”

“I knew that you were only looking for a one night stand, and I didn’t want to ruin your life with a baby that came from a one night stand.”

“Actually, I’m not a one night stand type guy. I was so disappointed to wake up and see that you were gone. You have been in my brain nonstop for these past months. And how could amazing news like this ruin my life? I want to be in his life and your life, if you’ll let me.”

“Richie, I would love nothing more than for you to be in our lives.”

Richie stood up and helped Y/N to her feet. He pulled her into a tight, comforting hug. He pulled back slightly and angled her head and placed a longing kiss in her lips.

When air became necessary, they both pulled away and stared at each other. Richie smiled at her and rested his hand on her baby bump. He knew that this baby and Y/N was all he needed to make his life complete.

#bill hader #bill hader x reader #richie tozier imagine #adult richie #richie toizer x reader #richie tozier #it chapter two

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