#i make these in ms paint and I couldn't be bothered to open sai. also these uncap arts are so difficult to get good versions of ugh

[nightmarenoise]

[fuqsketti]

king of detention

richie tozier x reader

part ( 1 / ? )

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

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

That's what made him so mad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What she did."

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

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

y/n, inviting her to share the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Indecency in science class-?"

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

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

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

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

Shannon shushed them both then turned to Y/n,

"What happened Y/n?"

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

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

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

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

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

Y/n scrunched her nose then sighed in annoyance,

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

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

"So now your here?" She asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I hate you!" She spat,

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

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

Until Y/n quietly raised her hand,

"Yes?"

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

"Think." Mrs. Terry replied without looking up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Augusta." She answered with a sigh,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Slower, please." He whispered.

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

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

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

, so much for a puppy.

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

"What's your point?" He scoffed

"You're unprepared is my point!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not in my house." She quipped,

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

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

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

"Fuck off."

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

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

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

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

a/n

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