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Word count: 1621

Warnings: cursing, small amount of angst, slurs, Bowers and Greta being a bitches ⚠️❗️❗️

By the time Monday rolled around, Y/N was and wasn’t prepared for what was to come at school.

Anything in the classroom, like notes or something but Greta and her posse. Not possible, sure she was proving her point about being a loser but she was asking for a death wish.

What made it worse was Bowers was back from his “Break” from school, so Greta and Gienna most likely squealed to him what happened.

Y/N already knew she was dead when she saw Henry and his gang plus Greta and her bitches together. But was worse was Gienna was giving her the ‘I hate you and I am going humiliate you’ look.

During P.E, while running laps she felt them hot on her tail. They even tried tripping her while she was running, lucky she caught her balance.

But while in the locker room you saw Greta and Gienna whispering to the girls, they whispered something back while pointing at her. Then they began to snicker quietly leaving Y/N anxious.

By the time she made it to Science everyone was looking at her when she walked, usually nobody paid attention to her. They were whispering and pointing at her like the girls in the locker room.

Everyone eyes where on her, it felt like they were staring into her soul.

Y/N can feel her heart pounding in her chest and her breath become in short little gasps. She began to think of the things that calm her.

Clouds, poems, losers, food, and GOOD music.

This thought kept repeating in her head. Finally Y/N felt at ease, and ignored everyone by placing her Walkman headphones on. She got lost her in own world and no one could disrupt her.

~Meanwhile ~

Richie had skipped second period, which normally he wouldn’t do. But he just need time to think, think about everything.

Everyone was staring at him when he walked into school, but it wasn’t the normal stare. It was like they were judging him, like he wasn’t one of the most intimidating guys of the Bowers gang.

They were whispering and pointing at him, it wasn’t the usual things that they said. They kept murmuring about “Loser...party...kiss...social status.”

That didn’t make Richie feel so hot. What made it worse was that Gienna and Greta were mad at him, but he didn’t care. Still, they had that murderous look on their faces

Which was the same look they give to girls that seem off or attempt to make themselves better than Greta. He wondered if they knew about the party.

Did they see who was in the closet? Was the girl a popular? Was she a bitch? A freak? Was she a los-

“No.” Richie gasped out loud to himself, “Get a grip on yourself, Tozier.”

But what if she was? What if that’s what they were talking about?

No he worked too hard to get rid of ‘Bucky Beaver’ and ‘Fore-eyes.’ There is no way that this little slip up was gonna get him down the social train. He just need to relax.

Richie’s thoughts were cut off by the shrill cry of the bell. With that, he flicked the last bit of his cigarette on the ground, and put it out with his foot.

Walking back to the mall area, where everyone else was. Richie was walking at least halfway through the hallway when something tugged him by the shirt and pulled him into a corner.

“Henry.” He acknowledges the person who grasped his shirt and had an unreadable expression on his face.

“Tozier, what the fuck?” Henry asked nonchalantly still grasping his shirt, “What’s this rumor I heard about you? And the dike?”

“What are you talking about? What rumor?” Richie asked confused, as three girls walked by them and started giggling at him.

They were cheerleaders, and Richie gave them a coy smirk. One of them was giving him the flirty look but the other one interrupted that by saying; “Why would you go for Tozier? Didn’t you hear? Richie kissed a loser. Greta saw it herself, at the party.”

Those words echoed in his head as other people walked by them. All of a sudden he felt everyone’s eyes were on him, and they were whispering.

Richie kissed a loser

Richie kissed a loser

Richie kissed a loser

“So it is true. You fucked up your reputation for a loser? You fucked up our reputation as the Bowers gang cause you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Henry inquired as his facial expression grew more intense on him.

“Look Henry, I was wasted. I didn’t know what I was doing, and I wanted to have a little fun. Besides I can fix it.” Richie half lied, and Henry grip on his shirt loosen up a little bit.

“How do you plan on fixing this shit?” He questioned, and that caused Richie to think.

‘What am I gonna do?’ He thought but quickly regain himself so Henry didn’t see him as weak.

“I figure something out.” Richie finally spoke, and Henry let him go.

“You better. Or else.” He threatened as he pulled out his knife, and flicked out the blade slightly. Then Henry walked off as the bell rang and students began to crowd the halls, “Oh, by the way the girls you kissed was a loser. The dike, Y/N. So good luck with that, Tozier.”

His breath got caught in his throat when he heard name. Richie had kissed Y/N.

Richie Trashmouth Tozier was fucked.

Y/N was talking with the losers during her nutrition break, the conversation was mostly about what happened to Stan after the party.

He was fine, just really hungover and Bill took care of him so he was fine. When they mentioned his episode of wanting to sleep on the curb, Stan blushed in embarrassment. But nevertheless, he laughed at himself.

Though there fun of teasing Stan and talking to each other had to end when the bell rang. With that they all left to each class, which maybe one or one of the losers consider hell for them.

But Y/N didn’t mind third period, it was English. One of her favorite subjects, also one of her favorite teachers. Who was the same teacher in charge of the multi-arts club.

So far so good for a Monday. But something was bugging her, the populars were quiet. Way too quiet, that was odd.

Y/N had quite a few in her third period; some of the football team,Bowers gang, and some of Greta’s bitches. All of them weren't talking, it felt like they were staring at her and she heard a few hushed whispering.

The faint words were; “Kissed...a...loser.”

Wait what? Who kissed a loser?

None of the club had mentioned anything about kissing someone.

Was it a secret? Maybe it’s something that one of the losers would rather have forgotten, and they don't want to mention it.

But if it’s so big news or gossip, that had made the populars silent. Who was it? Did a loser kiss a popular?

This made Y/N wonder. Why would one of her friends do that?

But wait, she was the only that played seven minutes in heaven. Does that mean Y/N kissed a-

“No.” She thought out loud with wild eyes, and anxiety beginning to bubble in her, “Quit overreacting. Just breathe… Your ok.”

Y/N keep her mid off the rumor and the stares she feel. She did this to make it through the rest of the period.

~Time Skip~

Y/N made both through third and fourth period without having a panic attack. She was passing by Greta, and she made to stop her.

“Hey loser! I heard a little rumor.” Greta began trying to get in her face, “I heard a little rumor that you tried kissing a popular at a party. What a fuckin story, for a dike like you.”

Y/N pushed passed her and ignored her insults and slurs. Greta was probably doing that to get on her nerves, no way she was that stupid.

‘No panic attack here, I am find. I’m ok.” She reassured herself and continued to walk.

But as she was walking through the crowd to her locker to put her books away, her heart crawled up her throat.

There was Richie, leaning against her locker waiting for someone. It looked like he was waiting for her.

Something about him was off, he didn’t have that stupid smirk or overly confidence look on his face. Richie looked nervous, he was fiddling with the pin on his stupid boomer jacket.

This looked foreign to Y/N, and for a moment he looked like he was a nervous preteen again. Like he was back to himself, but then he turned to her and his facial expression changed back to who he is now.

A loudmouth asshole popular who was in the Bowers gang, and had no remorse for anyone but himself.

But as Y/N walked up to him, and he began to speak, it made her rethink who he was and why he was there.

“Can we talk? Please?” Richie asked softly, and nothing else. No insult to her, her hair, nor to the way she was dressed. So he was there to see her. But why her?

“What’s the catch, Tozier?” She remarked trying to make herself seem intimidating to him.

“No catch. I just want to talk.” He replied and she rose an eyebrow, “I promise. Please trust me, Y/N/N.”

Richie hadn’t used that nickname since elementary school. This was her own identity that only she let him use because he was her best friend. But now he uses it, right now he had to use it.

It was weird but for some reason she trusted him.

“I guess so.” Y/N finally said, but didn’t realize what she would regret later.

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Word count: 10634

Warrings: Angst ❗️

They kept kissing each other until the song was over, still they didn’t want to pull apart. But when they did, the lingering feel of each other’s lips were there.

Y/N felt a little bit dizzy, but in a good way. The stranger mumbled something, their voice was deep so she figured it was a guy. She wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying, her mind was in a blissful state.

The door open, and closed leaving Y/N by herself. It took her about three minutes to comprehend what just happened.

Richie rushed up the stairs as her heard the sound of people whispering and laughing. Making up some excuses to leave that closet was a good idea.

He needed to get out of there fast, that feeling of that kiss was different. Granted it wasn’t a bad feeling but that’s something he’s not supposed to be feeling.

Once Richie as up there a wave of nausea hit him, and suddenly he started to feel wasted. He stumbled to the side when someone caught his shoulder.

“Tozier, you alright man?” Victor question holding him up from falling while he shook his head.

“Nope. I-bathroom...gonna puke, gonna puke.” He rasped starting to feel the bottle of Vodka crawl up. Victor got the message and began to rush to the hallway where the bathroom was.

When they reach the bathroom, Richie hunched over the toilet and hurled his guts into it. After about a minute or so, he finished but Victor was disgusted yet still somewhat concerned.

“What the fuck happened?” Victor spoke while Richie sluggishly slump over the bottom part of the sink.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” He groaned, and then lurch over a little bit but regain himself.

“Dude you are shit-faced. Maybe you should go home.” Victor suggested, while Richie reach over to the handle and flushed what he throw up.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” He grumbled while still queasy, and stumbled a bit as he got up, “I’m walking home. See ya.”

~Meanwhile~

“Is that too much to fuckin ask for?!” Stan cried, his words slurred, as he was being carried by Mike to the car.

“Yes.” Everyone else spoke at the same time trying to come down Stan in his drunken state.

“I want to fuckin’ sleep on the curb!” He exclaimed slipping slightly from Mike’s hold, “Fuckin put me right there. No-put me right there.”

Mike finally got Stan into the car even though he protested to be on the curb. Everyone else piled into the car, and just relax from what happened.

Stan had a little too much to drink, and he was all over the place. He even bumped into Belch, and spilled most of his drink on his t-shirt. That was everyone’s signal to go, so Mike grabbed Stan and the losers followed.

When Y/N came up from the basement she saw them rushing out the door with Bowers gang hot on their tail so she want out a different way to the car. Long story short, don’t ever let Stan drink when Bowers and his gang is there.

“I want to sleep.” Stan grumbled like a five year old, even crossing his arms over his chest.

“Then go to sleep.” Eddie spoke up, like a parent while rubbing his head with his fingers.

“No...fine.”

Y/N sighed softly and started daydreaming about the closet with the stranger. She didn’t even get to see who they were, but she really wanted to.

That person stole her first kiss, it wasn’t like what people described it to be. As cheesy as it sounds, it was more than that and she wish she would have gotten their name.

Beverly took noticed in this, she knows when something is wrong, she catches it faster than the boys do. She decided not to bring it up until they got to her house.

Finally when they reach Beverly’s house and got themselves settled for bed, they began to talk.

“You seem down? Are you ok?” She questioned Y/N with her concerned eyes.

“Something…Something happen when you left during the game...When we played seven minutes in heaven.” Y/N Uttered with a small blush forming on her face while Beverly gave her a grin.

“What happened? Was he cute? What’s his name? Do I have to kill him?” Beverly pondered with different expression of confusion, happiness (for her friend), and ‘I'm gonna Kill whoever hurt you’ look.

“No, you don’t have to kill him. I don’t even know who they are, I didn’t get to. I had a blind fold on, it was part of the game.” Y/N began and continued on, “It was the greatest feeling ever, for a first kiss. I felt all tingly and warm after but what happened during I can’t describe it. It was really nice.”

“Wow. Someone’s got a crush~” Beverly teased while Y/N chucked a fluffy pillow at her face.

“How can I have a crush on someone, that I don’t even know?” She asked while Bev shrugged and gave her a smirk, “Whatever, let’s go to bed please.”

Bev puckered her lips and began making kissing noises, while Y/N chucked another pillow at her.

As they got comfortable in bed, and let sleep begin to take over their bodies, Y/N couldn’t help but have her mind wonder about what happened in the closet.

‘Who are you?’Y/N thought while making fist fills of the blanket, then she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Richie had gotten home around 1:45 am, around the same time Y/N want to bed. He climbed up the rope ladder that he keep outside his window.

Maggie and Wentworth Tozier don’t know that their son is our drinking and maybe even hooking up with women. They do know for a fact that he is out being a teenager but not those kind of teenagers.

Richie lies about himself, sure he gets good grades, is a responsible young man, and respectful. At home at least and during the classroom, if Bowers isn’t there.

He tries his best and they don’t mind that. But he’s crave for fitting in, you know being one of the cool kids, makes his choices a lot less wise.

Much to Wentworth and Maggie’s knowledge, he is doing things he’s not supposed to. Richie follows the Bowers gang, you can guess what kind of things he does. But he knows his limits, he isn’t out there cutting people up and scaring them for life like Henry does.

Richie rather not let his parents know what he is doing, so he snuck out. He rather let his parents believe what a good kid he was at home and in the classroom that’s it.

Richie had hung his light blue button up shirt in the close, and began to take his white under shirt off. Without paying attention he bumped his head on the shelf around the top of the closet, which cause something to fall off it and hit his head.

“Ouch, fuck!” He cried, and then reach for his but tripped since his arms were sucked in his shirt. Landing on the floor with your arms suck in your shirt isn’t the best thing in the world.

Once Richie got himself off the ground and unstuck, he took off his shirt. He slipped off his shoes, and was ready to jump in bed when he foot struck something.

It was an old small tin box, and in messy sharpie handwriting it said; My memory box, 9/3/86-11/4/86

Richie made this when he was in the six grade, it was for a small project but he kept filling it in with stuff. But he just stop one day, he couldn’t remember why though.

‘I guess I could take a trip down memory lane.’ Richie thought to himself while picking up the tin box and opening it.

Inside it was old polaroids, cassettes, letters, and a wilted old daisy flower crown.

He began reading the letters and looked at the polaroids, looking at the dates of them. A lot where about school, being a kid, and hangout with-no that can’t be right.

Richie had forgotten the fact that he hung out with the losers for quite some time. The fact the he was a loser faded completely from his mind.

Looking at this stuff made him feel ashamed and stupid over what he did to them, what he did to Y/N. Was Richie Trashmouth Tozier feeling sorry for his actions?

That’s never happened before, at all. He always felt good about being bad, that was his thing now. It shouldn’t be affected by a dumb mis- Wait it isn’t a mistake, it was a choice that made him great.

But looking at that flower crown Y/N gave him all those years ago, and he left her there on the playground, made him feel things. Good things and bad things. Like how Richie felt after that kiss with the girl.

``God please, don’t let me remember this shit. I don’t want to. I hate remembering this, I’m different now. I don’t have remorse for people other than my family. I’m not like them anymore.” He thought, well more like pleaded, as he put the box away and took off his contacts.

Laying down in bed now, the flower crown in his grasp. Still wide awake and mind racing about his mistakes, but it was getting overcome by slumber.

‘Please don’t let that girl be like her. Don’t let her be that pure oblivious girl that I hurt that day. Don’t let her be like Y/N/N.’ Richie thinks finally before his eyes began to shut, ‘I can’t break another heart like that. I rather her do that to me.’

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Warrings: under age drinking, and cursing, kissing ⚠️❗️❗️

Y/N felt eyes on her as she walked through the crowd of teenagers, she felt eyes on her. She turned and saw the Bowers gang looking at her along with Greta and Giena. That made her grin with pride and she elbowed Beverly so she can ‘get a load of this’.

They both chuckled when Greta and Giena turned away with a scoff, while the boys still stared at them.

“Come on, let’s dance.” Y/N suggested over the loud music which changed to ‘Groove is in the Heart’ by Deee-Lite, pulling Beverly’s arm with her.

“You guys can come, if you want.” Beverly insisted as she was being dragged away.

“I’m good! Me and Bill are gonna go play beer pong!” Stan announced and started to drag Bill to the ping-pong table.

“Buh-but I-I th-thought you weren’t g-gonna d-drink?” Bill mused while Stan started grabbing a ping-pong ball, and surprisingly made it in the cup.

“Eh, drinking helps me, and Beverly did say it could be the night of over lives.” He emphasized and took a swig of whiskey that was in the cup whilst Bill looked at him in awed.

From a distance Ben, Mike, and Eddie watch amused, then decided to go there just in case something happened.

Y/N and Beverly began to dance like how the saw on MTV, and they were good at it. A lot of people were dancing, some the same as them or some odd.

The people there didn’t realize that they were losers, and if they did, who cares.

After the song was over they went over to get some drinks, where the Bowers gang ogled them.

“What are you freaks doing here?!” Giena and Greta sneered at the same time, while Beverly gave them a smug smirk.

“Well, you guys said losers couldn’t come. We thought about that, so we’re here.” Y/N spoke up mocking their voice whilst grabbed the cans of beer and soda behind them, “Oh and fuck you, you suck up brat.”

“Tozier, you might want to close your mouth you’re catching flies.” Beverly remarked, she ran off with Y/N to the backyard porch.

Richie clamp his mouth shut, his eyes were still as wide as golf balls.

“You’re a dog, Richie!” Greta scowled causing Richie snapped out of gazed on Y/N.

“How I’m not supposed to stare when there’s a hot girl?!” He exclaimed while Giena and Greta glared at him, “You know what, fuck this shit. I’m gonna get shitface or fuck myself, whatever.”

Richie walked away and got a bottle of Vodka, then towards the crowd of teenagers.

~Meanwhile~

Y/N and Beverly we’re laughing their asses off, they couldn’t stop. They finally got back at them after all those years in middle school of teasing and roomers.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Beverly exhaled after her giggle fit, and took a sip of her beer.

“I was done with her bullshit. I need to say something.” Y/N admitted while popping opened her Coke, “Did you see the look on her face?! Priceless!”

Beverly chuckled a bit then slowly it got quite but not an awkward silence, a peaceful one. It was nice even though you can hear the loud music and shouts of their peers.

Y/N even closed her eyes for a moment, thinking about what once was a simpler time; She was in the field in the Barrens. Remembering that Stan, Eddie, and Bill were there. They were joking and looking up at the clouds, enjoying being a kid. But then the sound of bike tires clicking on the sticks and old dried leaves. Y/N turned and saw Rich-

“Hey can I ask you something?” Beverly spoke up breaking the silence, and Y/N’s eyes pop open she looked over to Bev.

“Shoot.” Y/N murmured softly, having her full attention on Her.

“Is it true Tozier, used to be apart of the losers club?” Beverly questioned as Y/N began to tense up and grip on her soda can, leaving little dents of her fingers on it. Beverly took noticed in the change of her behavior, she was anxious.

“Nevermind I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“No it’s ok...I just don’t talk about it much...but I guess you should know, you are one of my best friends.” Y/N began her grip losend on the Coke, “Richie used to be apart of the losers club. He was the joker of our group, and he liked to make us laugh. Sometimes he would go too far and we would say ‘Beep Beep Richie’. He was one of my best friends, he knew me as well as I knew him. It was great having him around, we were all losers together, we didn’t care what people think of us.

But then in the sixth grade, he stopped hanging out with us. He would make up excuses and avoid us at school. I brushed it off, I thought maybe something happened to him. So I let Richie have his time to himself. I didn’t know how wrong I was.

One day, I was watching clouds in the field and making flower crowns. Cause I figured it was creative or whatever. I wanted to show the losers what I made but I spotted Richie first, so I went over to him. When I got to him, he was smoking and Bowers was there with him. He didn’t want me there so he tried to get rid of me.

I was giving Richie the flower crown I made, he didn’t want it. He was mad and told me he was tired of being a loser. Then I got mad and told him off, then he pushed me. Hard. I got scrape up and Richie just left me there. He’s been with the Bowers gang ever since.”

It was a long heavy silence after that, Beverly thought over Y/N’s story. No wonder he bullied her so much, he probably still regrets that day.

“You know he was looking at you a lot.” Beverly finally said, making Y/N snapped up to her.

“No, No Tozier wasn’t. Besides he has no respect for a woman. All he is, is a loud mouth asshole. And I’d like to forget about him.” She remarked, then gulped down the rest of her soda.

“HEY EVERYONE! WE’RE PLAYING SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN!” A girls voice (probably part of Greta’s bitches) boom through the speakers.

“There is one way to forget.” Beverly mumbled and Y/N shook her head, “Come on. It’s a good thing, maybe you’ll meet someone worth it.”

Y/N thought for a moment. Dating wasn’t really her thing, she didn’t want to have just some fling or something. Like every other teen, she was looking for some type of love. Someone that could be there for her, maybe fate had finally gave her a chance.

“Alright Alright. I guess I’ll do it.” Y/N grumbled and let Beverly drag her to where the game of heartbreak and love.

~Time Skip~

Richie was pretty sure he was wasted. He always felt like this when he was, he was dopey and bubbly. It wasn’t like he was overly excited.

But his break didn’t reek of alcohol, he probably took some mints, he can’t remember. Richie heard someone talk about seven minutes in heaven, he would try that out.

He needs it to forget about her, that’s why he chugged a whole bottle of Vodka. Maybe making out with someone would help him forget about all of her.

Now here he was barely going down the steps to the basement where the game starts. Richie had full control over his body, he wasn’t stumbling like he usually does when he’s drunk.

There was everyone, well most of the cool kids there snickering about something.

“I can’t believe she fell for that.” One of the girls crackled, “Now we have to get her a guy in there.”

Richie footsteps were heard by them and when they realize it was him, an idea popped into their head.

“Ok everyone we're gonna spin the bottle again and see you gets to go in the closet with the girl.” The other one spoke as Richie sat on the carpet, he felt a little nervous but kind of excited because he might make out with someone.

‘It might be a super hot babe! She won’t resist the Tozier charm. I hope she likes me though.” Richie thought to himself not realizing they had already ‘spinned’ the bottle, it landed on him.

“Richie you get to go into the closet, the bottle landed on you.” One of the girls informed, and he snapped out of his thoughts then gave a smug grin.

Y/N waited in the closet with a blind fold. Beverly had left to help out the guys get Stan away from beer-pong, she promised to be back. But they have already explained the rules and began to start. After the first pair, Y/N was chosen to go and they put a blind fold on her like the other girl.

So here Y/N was anxiety being a bitch, while she was playing with the hem of her jean dress. And she was sitting on an old plastic drawer that she bumped into

‘Oh god, why did I even agree to this? I can’t go kissing a stranger. What if he tries to grope me? What if this guy is drunk? I haven’t even lost my first kiss. I was saving it for someone important…. Maybe this is worth it…May-” She pondered but the thoughts were cut off when she heard the closet door open and then closed.

Y/N’s heart began to jump into her throat, and her hands started to get clammy. She got up from where she was sitting, and faced where the sound of the door opened was.

Richie looked to the shadow figure of the girl, instantly he sobered up. There was this feeling in the air, like he shouldn’t do what he does around most girls. He needs to be careful with this person, he didn’t know how he knew that.

The sound of New order’s ‘Bizarre Love Triangle.’ Was heard through the door and as that song played they moved closer to each other.

Every time I think of you, I feel a shot right through with a blot of blue

Richie took a few steps until he felt her breath on his face. Y/N stop feeling anxious by then.

It’s no problem of mine, but it’s problem I find

Y/N place her hand on the stranger’s shoulders whilst the slowly wrapped their arms around her waist, gently.

Living a life that I can’t leave behind

Richie leaned his face closer and his lips grazed the girl’s. Even though he wasn’t fully touching her lips, he still felt shivers go down his spine. Y/N felt it too.

But there’s no sense in telling me

Y/N was the first to make the move, she couldn’t wait anymore she pressed her lips against the stranger’s chapped ones.Without realizing she slid her hand down to their shoulder blades as the kiss got a little deeper.

The wisdom of the fool won’t set you free

They felt each other’s body heat, and their hearts thumped against one another. It was more than fireworks and butterflies swirling in the pit of their stomachs.

Richie tasted cherry coke and fruit gum whilst Y/N tasted cigarettes and mints. It was intoxicating to both.

They didn’t want to stop Kissing each other even if they didn’t who they were. It was weird but they both thought whoever they were kissing felt familiar.

And that’s the way that it goes, and that’s what nobody knows

Well every day my confusion grows

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Word count: 10313

Warning ⚠️: slurs, underage smoking/drinking, cursing (come on its Richie fic) bullying ❗️

Derry high school November 13, 1992; 10th grade

Richie Tozier felt bad. The good kind of bad. Everyone respected him, and knew the boundaries with him. The babes loved him, and the freaks felt intimidated by him. Richie felt good, and you can tell he did.

There he was smoking a Winston, lazily slumping on the fence that leads to the entrance of the high school. This was a special occasion, because he felt bad and it was great.

But something didn’t feel right. Richie was sure he did everything right today. What did he miss?

First he tripped Bill Denbrough, like he always did, after Mathematics today.

Then during science he spitball Stanley Urine, right in the middle of his hair. Which was a bullseye.

Insulted Beverly, the little slut that slept with every man she saw . Which the list was longer than his wang.

Chased down the fat boy, Ben, with Victor and Belch. Teared one of his stupid poem books or some nerd shit.

And finally, bumped Y/N who had a few books in her hands and called her a Lesbo. Which was cause of that stupid hair cut she had, which was like Beverly’s.

‘That’s five out of six. I missed one loser. But who did I mi-?’ Richie’s thoughts but was cut off by someone whistling.

He looked up and saw Eddie “Wheezy” Kaspbrak walking passed him, not even noticing his presence. Wheezy using his inhaler to make those whistling sounds

‘Bingo’ Richie thought as a sly grin formed on his face.

He began to put out his cigarette with the heel of his shoe. Richie started follow Eddie, in hopes of getting the good feeling of being bad.

After a few moments Eddie began to hear foot falls behind him, and that got him to speed walk. The footsteps sounded louder, and he blot off in an alleyway that leads to the other side of school.

“GET BACK HERE, GIRLY BOY!” Richie shouted and instantly Eddie recognized his voice, then started to run faster.

As Richie chased him, he heard the familiar sound of a car engine roaring and heavy metal blasting from it. When he stopped running after him the car had caught up, it screech to a stop.

“What’s up, Tozier?!” Victor called out from the sun roof of Belch’s beautiful green ‘58 Plymouth Fury car.

“Nothing much fuckface! Just chasing after that loser! Wanna help?!” He shouted back, and when Victor gave him the nod, he jumped in the car.

As soon as Richie got in sped up after Eddie, who was pumping his legs and trying his best to get out of the way. They chased him all the way towards the end of the alleyway.

There was a fence up a head and Eddie jumped it, climb it to cut across the field. Belch made sharp turn to the street which was another way to where the field was at.

When he halted to a stop they jumped out and on foot chase after Eddie. And unfortunate for him, they caught him and began to jump him.

~Meanwhile~

Y/N felt bad. Not the good kind of bad. Like always she was made fun of and tortured like the rest of her friends. And her day started getting worse from morning until now.

First she was late to homeroom, rushing in with messy hair and a red face from running so fast.

Then, in P.E she had to play dodgeball which got her wacked in the side and her face by Greta and Giena.

In lunch was tripped by Giena, spilling her food on her and everyone laugh. Everyone.

During her way to last period, Tozier bumped her harshly and the books tumbled out of her hands. He insulted her because of her “lesbo” haircut.

And finally, Y/N has to walk home since her mom forgot she stayed for her multi-arts club meeting. Making her risk her safety since Greta and her pissy posiey might be here or worse Bowers.

So Y/N decided to take the exit from the field, and while was walking she heard shouts and obnoxious laughter. Curious she turn her had to see what was happening, and she saw Eddie getting beat up by one of the Bowers gang. In an instant she ran over to them trying to defend Eddie as much as she could.

“STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! GET THE FUCK OFF HIM! GET OFF!” Y/N barked repeatedly hitting Eddie’s attacker, and with all her forced shoved him off. Whom you may ask? Why, Richard fucking Trashmouth Tozier.

Everyone was tense and ready to get at little Y/N/N but Richie got up, waved his friends off. As if to say, ‘I got this handled, with this little weasel.’

“Whoa relax, sweetheart. Where just paying him a visit, you know. Daily routine, each loser has to pay for that.” Richie proclaimed lifting Eddie from the ground who wheezed for help.

“Stop it, your hurting him!” She fumed and got him away from Richie’s grasp. In mock defense Richie walked away from her with his hands up.

Eddie had a swelled up purple-ish eye, blood running down his nose to his shirt, and bruised on his right freckled check. He grunted in pain when she grasped him, and held him up.

“Ed’s are you ok?” Y/N asked then he wheezy and nodded a ‘no’ and she grabbed his extra inhaler from his backpack. She gave it to him and he puffed the fresh medicine in his mouth to his lungs.

“Yeah is the BABY, ok?” Victor teased, and came close to them but Y/N back away from him. Everyone else came close and started teasing them, making her anxiety flare up.

“Hey guys, leave the little Love birds alone. I’m sure they're gonna have a little fun in the bed. If wheezy can get his mom off the couch.” Richie spoke up with that stupid smirk on his face, “Beside if he can’t do that, then I guess I’m gonna have a little fun with Ms. bitchy. Oh wait I forgot the little bitch doesn’t swing that way! I forget, Lesbo. I mean look at this dike.”

He started getting closer to prove his point, he was about to touch her hair.

“Don’t touch her, Tozier!” Eddie spoke up causing Richie to look at him, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Why what are you gonna do wheezy?” He challenged, and poked him in the chest. Causing him to lose his breath again as poke hit, “What’s wrong, girlie? Don’t you like having fun? Don’t you like me?”

“I hate you, Tozier!” Y/N growled out, protectively holding a bruised up and Bloody Eddie behind her.

“Yeah well, the feelings mutual sweetheart.” Richie smirked earning chuckles and ‘oohs’ from the gang, “Come on guys, I think we had our fun with these freaks.”

And with that they walk away leaving Eddie and Y/N only.

~Time Skip~

Y/N walked Eddie home after the incident and made sure he was ok. But on her way home she thought about how much she hates Richie Tozier.

She hated his stupid curly jet-black, the stupid brown eyes (no longer framed), boomer jacket that showed his popularity, and his freckled face that alway had some girl attached to it.

But worst of all, Y/N hated the way her left her in the playground, cut and bruised up. Leaving her alone, and to fight for her own for 4 years.

But little did she know, Richie sometimes still thought of that day when he thought about how much he hated her. Richie was thinking so right now as he lay in bed.

He sometimes felt a pang of guilt hit him like a ton of bricks but then he probably smoke a pack of cigarettes or got some whisky from Patrick. Just to forget, but it wasn’t working now.

Why was he thinking of this now? Why did he feel this way?

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{A/N; this is my new series, an Au were it never existed and Richie becomes apart of the Bowers gang. I hope you guys like this :)}

Warring ⚠️: Under age smoking and slurs ❗️❗️

Word count: 1063 words

Derry elementary, 1986; 6th grade.

The sun shined over the asphalt of Derry elementary school playground. You can hear the kids laughing with joy, they’re freedom of classroom hours.

Greta and her little posse was in their little corner playing hop-scotch, taking about everyone they knew or hated.

The suck ups were on the opposite side of them, doing extra credit or something.

And then there was Bowers picking on very other kid that didn’t seem to fit in. But Y/N didn’t really care about that or anyone else at the moment being.

She was focusing on the clouds, laying down on the fresh grass. Nothing was worrying her, how could it, she was being a kid enjoying the little time she had left. And sure she was a loser, but that didn’t really matter right now.

Y/N got up and started picking at the daisies, making a flower crown. Something simple, not really girly just creative.

After sometime around fourth grade, she stopped wearing skirts and dresses, just stop being so prissy. That’s what got her social status down, she was a loser, but she didn’t care.

Y/N had the greatest friends ever; Bill, Stan, Eddie, and Richie. They cared about her and didn’t care about what anyone said to them.

At least that’s what she thought.

Y/N started walking to the playground, and spotted Richie by the fountains of the boys bathroom. Then started to run over to him, excited to show him what she made. But something was off, there were people next to him and they weren’t the losers.

“Richie!” Y/N called out to him, and when he turned around she saw him with a cigarette in his hands.

Behind him was Blech, Henry, Victor, and Patrick. Each of them had one too, Victor was a pack of Winstons. Y/N knew because some of the girls would sneak around and smoke some in the bathroom.

“Whose this little Doll?” Blech question with a smirk, a creepy one at that.

“Yeah Tozier. What’s up with this little priss?” Henry asked with a sort of glare on his face, probably realizing who she was.

“No one guys. Just someone.” Richie protested rather fast, and Henry raised an eyebrow, “Look I got it, ok. Just give us a sec.”

He dragged Y/N away by her arm, pulling her to the gate that leads to the playground.

“What?” Richie asked, somewhat a tone of annoyance which made her confused.

“Well I was in the field just looking at the clouds, and I started to make this” Y/N replied pulling out the flower crown from her back pocket with a smile, “And I made one for you.”

“Gee thanks.” Richie ventured sarcastically, then took a drag of his cigarette and begin to put in his back pocket.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you gonna put it on?” Y/N inquiried putting her flower crown on the top of her (H/C) hair, and stop him from getting the flower crown in his pocket.

“Not thanks I’m good.” He mumbled and started again to get the flower in but she grabbed his wrist.

“But I made it for you. That’s why I came here to talk to you.” Y/N protested, and took the flower crown from his hands. She tried to put it on his head but he duck away.

“No, I don’t want to wear. I’ll just keep it with me. Ok?” Richie grumbled, and tuck the flower crown away.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird?” She began as he started walking away, “First you start blowing off hanging out with us. Then you start to avoid us here. And now I catch you smoking with Bowers.”

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N!” He announced facing her causing everyone in the playground to look at them, “I just making new friends, whatever.”

“But that’s Bowers. He bullies us, and makes our lives a living hell. Reminds us how much of a Loser we are.” She reasoned with him, and he muttered curses, “I thought we were friends. You know Losers stick to-”

“Maybe I don’t wanna be a Loser!” Richie cut off with a small grimace on his face, “Maybe I want to be cool. Not know as some reject or something. You know?”

“Since when the fuck do you care about that?!” Y/N shouted, she was taken aback by his words, “We’ve been best friends since we were in pre-school, Rich. And you don’t mind hanging out with us. What’s the deal with it now? Are you just trying to seem like everyone else with a stick up their ass？”

“No! Looking you want be to honest?! It’s ‘cause I am not a loser! I'm not a neat freak like Stan! I don’t stutter like there’s no fuckin tomorrow like B-billy! I am not afraid of every single ‘germ’ in this entire plant like the wuss Eddie is!” Richie barked making Y/N more angry with each word he spoke, “And I certainly not a geeky weirdo fag bitch like you are!”

That’s all it took to hit her like a slap to the face, all her rage had it a maximum point and she let it go.

“YOU ARE A FORE-EYED PRICK, RICHARD TOZIER!” Y/N roared and poke his chest with her finger, hard. “You better take back wh-”

He pushed her with the same amount of force s he used to poke him, but way worse. When Y/N hit the gravel ground she slid which caused her arms and legs, it burned after the fall.

“I am not a prick or a loser. Got it?” Richie hissed in pure hatred sounding a lot like Bowers, it scared her. She whimpered in response.“Good.”

Y/N felt tears welled up in her eyes as she say Richie walk away to Bowers who gave him a look of approval. Everyone saw what happened then look away from her not bothering to help.

A thud of feet were hear and shouts of someone calling her name. It was the losers coming to her.

She was crying by then her cuts on her arms and legs stung but not as bad as her heart felt.

That night laying in bed cleaning her cuts as Eddie advised her to, and banging them Y/N had realized she lost Richie, one of her best friends. So more tears came and she cried the whole night.

Like that he left her life and became one of them. But why did she still cared about Richie Tozier?

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So me and @lululittlemess we’re dancing about Saturday Night fever;

This movie^^^^^

And we talk about the GREATEST PART EVER;

THIS PART!!!!

And with one of the greatest songs ever:

We gashing over how much we would love to take our crushes to this but then we realize

FUCK THEM

WE CAN WEAR MATCHING DRESSES AND DANCE LIKE JOHN TROVALTA & KAREN GORENY

LIKE IT’S THE 70’s AGAIN

So yeah, we don’t need know mans ;)