#it prferences

“No! That is not what you’re supposed to do!” Eddie shouts, Stan laughing as he just keeps scrubbing one of Richie’s shirts, currently leaving him shirtless. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as Richie stood, looking up to you.

“Oh my lord it’s like they’re married.” You mumbled, causing Richie to chuckle as you cleaned up his face, the cuts leaking fresh blood slowly, soon falling into the gauze you had filled with alcohol, causing him to flinch due to the stinging effect.

“Looks like Stan is stealing your man.” He laughed before you put the rag on his forehead, causing him to cry out, before laughing a bit.

“It even rhymes too!” He continued as you cleaned his face, placing the bloodied gauze next to you, grabbing the bandages as you squinted to get them on correctly.

“Oh god, he has a concussion!” Stan groaned, a worried filled face was plastered onto Eddie.

“How do you know?” He asked, yelling a bit before Stan looked to him, stopping his scrubbing as to add more dramatic effect.

“He’s more stupid than usual.” He spoke, causing Eddie to deadpan as you laughed loudly, Mike coming into the room with some pain meds he found in your room in his hand.

“What did I miss?” He asked, a small pout on his face before you popped up, humming as you finished up on Richie.

“Oh, just how Richie is more special than usual. You know, because he’s just so unique.” You mused, turning Richie around as you soon tapped him on the head, causing him to chuckle as he sat down on the kitchen seat.

“Oh shit, I forgot my glasses. (Y/n), could you toss ‘em over?” Richie asked, leaning back in the chair as he raised a hand, showing that he was ready to catch it, Mike only shaking his head as he walked to your fridge, looking through it.

You grabbed his glasses next to you, a quick thought coming to your mind, causing you to open them. You looked them over curiously as the glass glinted in the light, Mike turned around with a water bottle in his hand.

“Why are you so amazed by those glasses?” He laughed, Eddie soon joining him before drying his hands and hopping on the counter next to you.

“Sorry, it’s just so clear when I look through the glasses. . .” You mumbled before bringing the glasses up to your face, looking through the glass, a small amazed look on your face as everything seemed clearer.

“Can I have my glasses back?” Richie asked, smirking at your face.

“Shut up, shit head.” You spoke, awe filling your voice as you fully placed them on, the whole room was clearer and crisp, your head getting a bit lighter as everything was finally clear. You looked around as everything seemed so. . .real? You saw the boys next to you, Stan’s face as well as the others were more visible to you.

Your eyes finally fell upon Eddie, his soft features were very pleasing as you looked at him, his eyes were clearer and his body was much thinner than your eyes perceived.

“What?” He asked, a cute face filled with adorable confusion.

“You’re. . .fucking adorable, and handsome.” You laughed, a blush filling his face as the rest stared before historically laughing. Mike spit his water out on Stan, causing Richie to turn red as you and Eddie kept looking at each other.

“You think I’m adorable?”

“And handsome. Don’t ever forget that.” You smirked, Eddie’s face is now buried into his hands, a giggle coming from your throat.

“Too adorable, in fact.”

Requests: Open

Match Ups: Closed

Ask Me: Open

Poly HC's w/ Eddie and Richie

-You noticed you started to like Richie during the school year

His attitude and sarcasm got to you

He loved your non-chelant attitude and your caring nature

You both hung out and offucalky became a part of The Losers Club

You knew you both liked each other but never said anything

-You then met Eddie at the beginning of summer, and he stole your heart almost instantly.

You both smiled at whatever the other said

Eddie loved how you cared for him without smothering him, how you have more faith in him than his own mother

You loved how he is determined to fight through what his mother out him through and how caring he was as well

The rest of the losers thought you would totally date Eddie

-That was till you noticed how close Eddie and Richie were

You didn't want to ruin your friendshio with either, so you ended up becoming more and more distant

They both noticed and became worried, especially since IT was running wild so they told you to meet them at the quarry alone

-You met up, and that's where you all confessed

You ended up smiling like a dorky idiot

Richie ended up jumping off the cliff in excitement due to him winning both your hearts

Eddie was crying, you had to hug him almost the whole way home

You we're all just so happy that you found someone who understood you.

-You all would meet up every Saturday morning, the three of you no matter what. You would talk or just sit in each others presence but you made a point to just see each other

-Eddie loves to cuddle, he's always the little spoon between you and Richie

-Richie needs to have deep conversations at least once a week or else he bottles things ups and it always ends with one of you fighting with him.

-You guys always hold hands and Beverly lives to tease all of you for it

-You guys always study together because you guys plan on being together when you get older

-You guys never really had make out sessions till your Sophomore year because you didn't want to push Eddie too fast

-Y'all always sleep over your house and binge cringy movies together

-Usually you guys have to reassure Richie you won't leave him because he just has his heart drop at the thought of being forgotten

Requests: Closed

Match Ups: Closed

“RICHIE, YOU CAN’T SNORT THE POPCORN YOU DIPSHIT!”

“STAN, YOU CAN’T CONTAIN ME!”

“Oh my god.” You muttered, sitting on the blanketed floor as you leaned on the couch, rubbing your temples as pounding was heard from the kitchen as Richie laughed, Stan yelling, and Eddie groaning. Mike snuggled onto the couch as he spoke with Ben, both of them chuckling at what was going on in the kitchen.

Curling into yourself, your pulled your blanket over your shoulders as you shuddered a bit, running a hand through your hair as Bill sat down with a pile of DVD’s, he was a foot away next to you as he pulled one out and handed it to Beverly.

You grabbed your mug from next to you, sipping at the hot chocolate, not noticing Bill watching you as you sighed in content, looking away as your attention piped up to the television as Beverly started the movie, Stan sighing as he walked in, butter staining his hands as Richie and Eddie followed. Richie sat down with Eddie, rubbing his nose and coughing a bit as Eddie patted his back as Stan snorted.

You smiled before shaking your head, focusing on the screen as you noticed you kept feeling that chill in your spine, causing your whole body to cool down causing you to search for warmth that could fix it. The movie soon started and you all made jokes through it, commenting on the characters stupidity.

“You think that a serial killer’s feelings would get hurt if he looked in the mirror? That probably the reason for the mask.” Richie laughed, causing your head to turn to him as you added on to his comment.

“Or maybe he’s using common sense and hiding his identity in case the victim gets away?” You smirked before he quieted down, muttering about how you had a good point on the matter.

“Then you’re a shitty serial killer that had no confidence.” Mike added, pointing at you to show he had a point. You nodded and smiled, moving a bit to your right closer to Bill, the warmth coming from him as he emitted heat that you welcomed with a small smile.

The movie continued as you all laughed and commented. Throughout the movie, you noticed that every time you felt just a bit warmer, chills took over and caused you to shake more. By the end of the movie you noticed that your sleepiness was overtaking you more and more, till the point where you laying on Bill’s left shoulder.

Bill noticed you moving closer and closer, welcoming your presence quickly as his heart started to beat faster and faster. By the end of the movie, his heart felt as if it were about to shatter, his face was swollen with blush as he looked around the room.

When you finally were half asleep on his shoulder, he tensed up, you not noticing due to your drowsiness, his eyes quickly darting around the rest as they noticed Bill was oddly silent in the next selection of the horror movie.

They all grinned as Bill motioned to you with his right hand, attempting to show them why he was so nervous. Due to his major crush on you, they all grinned evilly and gave a thumbs up at him. He quickly shook his head and gave them another pleading look. They only looked away and ignored him, causing him to feel as if it was just you and him.

He quickly eased his breathing, quickly lifting his arm as you slowly fell onto his chest, his left arm finally resting around you as he calmed himself down.

Maybe this wasn’t so bad.

Requests: Closed

Match Ups: Closed

Stan and Bill Poly HC's

-You realized you liked Bill during the school year

You had him in your English class, and he had to present a project.

You noticed his studded was pretty bad and it was getting worse and worse

You ended up raising your hand and went to the "bathroom"

You pulled the fire alarm and booked it

-After that, you started hanging out with him more and he knew you we're the one that pulled it.

-Then, you both started hanging out over the summer, and that's where you met Stan

He would laugh and chuckle at how you always did stupid and impulsive things

You did get on his nerves though

But you guys always ended up laughing and giggling

And that's where you seemed torn

-Due to your upfront and blunt personality, you invited them both over and wanted to talk about what's going on

- You told them that you liked them both and then they told you about their feelings as well.

-Then you guys decided that you'd try out being together all at once rather than choosing.

-You guys we're actually really happy about it!

-You often hang out at Bill's house.

-You guys would be such dorks, reading comics, watching shitty movies, listening to podcasts on the radio, enjoying the little moments.

-You would often help Bill with his studder

-You help Stan with his studies and such

-Bill and Stan usually help you deal with your impulses and such

-But y'all are some happy dorks

Requests: Closed

“Why did you have to blindfold me?” You giggled, Richie’s right hand gripping your left, he dragged you. . . somewhere as your sight went completely dark, only hearing the leaves crunch under your feet, the only reason as to why you haven’t wondered into danger was because of Richie.

“Because I wanted it to be a surprise for you. I just think you deserve something nice.” He mused as you felt your feet incline, signaling you were going uphill.

“Must be really important then, considering how you didn’t curse in your whole sentence.” You laughed, your voice started to echo as you realized through the scent you were in the forest. You finally were able to stop as you felt Richie get closer to you. He lifted his hands and gently undid the blindfold, causing you to blind rapidly before looking at the scene before you.

There was a small blanket on the ground, more folded and piled at one end, the plaid blanket also holding a small basket on the other end. You also found some fluffy grey pillows and some books at the final corner. You quickly turned to Richie, hugging him, causing him having to take a step back due to the force.

“Thank you, Richie. . . thank you so much.” You whispered, Richie’s arms now wrapping around you as he hummed.

“You’re welcome. You needed it.” His voice was warm, caring, and welcoming. You both pulled away slowly before he took your hand and lead you to the blanket.

“How is your brother?” He asked, wondering how he is. You smiled, before speaking again.

“Good! He knows all his ABC’s and write most of them, he’s having trouble with his ‘w’s and ‘m’s but he’s doing better.” You spoke happily, Richie humming in agreement as you continued to talk about your day and your little brother.

He started talking about his day as well, complaining about teachers and his parents, also talking about his assignments and such. He also continued on his adventures with his friends, your friends as well, before a comfortable silence filled the air.

Soon you were just staring at each other, your faces a bit too close as a blanket covered you both. Your eyes noticed the sun slowly setting behind Richie, his glasses were off due to them being uncomfortable when laying down.

You soon brought your lips together, his soft ones melding with yours as both of your eyes closed. Soon, you felt his tongue graze your bottom lip lightly before pulling away, his lips detaching from yours as he laughed at your reaction.

“R-Richie!” You squealed, sitting up quickly as he laughed, your head turning to look at him.

“Sorry! Sorry! You’re just too cute!”

Request: Closed

Match Ups: Closed

Beverly and (Y/n) were the best of friends on can ask for. They had most of the same interests and could interact through facial expressions if needed, that’s how close their bond was.

“(Y/n), come on, help me out here!” Beverly pleaded as she laid down on your bed, Ben sitting at your desk and fixing up some papers he was writing. You shook your head as you looked through your closet.

“No, I’m not telling you where were going!” You spoke through your closet, finally finding your sneakers. You pulled them out as you placed them on, Ben spoke up as you were tying your laces.

“Richie’s taking her to the woods on a small camping trip, they aren’t sleeping though, just till sun down.” Ben spoke in a matter of fact tone, Beverly’s face lit up as she thanked Ben before looking at you.

“The woods? What do you two plan on doing in there?” She smirked, Ben laughing as you blushed, standing up as you stretched a bit.

“Were hanging out- “

“It’s a date~” Ben smiled, causing you to glare at him. You opened your mouth to reply to him before a knock came from downstairs. You smiled before hearing the two chuckle, running down stairs before looking at the door. You smiled before fixing yourself up, opening the door, finding a Richie who was in a casual form of clothing.

“Hey Richie.” You grinned, leaning against the door frame as you looked a Richie up and down. He wore jeans and a black tank top, a red flannel over his shoulders, he was missing his glasses so you thought he wore contacts. He had a dorky grin on his face.

“Heya, (Y/n), you ready?” He asked, before you were about to answer, pounding footsteps came from the stairs, causing you to turn around as Richie peaked over your shoulder to find your best friends running down the stairs.

“He’s here!” Ben smiled.

“Interview time!” Beverly chanted as you groaned, Richie laughing nervously while Beverly pulled him in, Ben dragging you to the living room by your shoulders. You both pleaded to be let go but the two refused, laughing at your attempts as well as sitting you on the couch. They pulled two stools in front of you and Richie, giggling before they started to bombard you with questions.

“Where are you going?” Bev asked.

“To hike through the woods a bit?” Richie questioned.

“When will you be back?’’ Ben asked.

“Around 11 latest.” You answered as Richie nodded.

“What are your intensions with my best friend?” Bev asked.

“To get some good pus-“

“TIMES AND GET TO KNOW EACHOTHER.” You yelled, smacking a hand over his mouth.

“Mmmhmmm” Ben hummed, looking at Richie.

“You guys need money?” Beverly asked, trying to get rid of the awkward tension.

“No thanks, gotta go bye!” You yelled, grabbing Richie’s hand as you ran out the door as Richie laughed at the whole situation. After a couple of minutes, Ben and Beverly looked at each other before they grinned.

“They’re so prefect for each other.”

“I wonder what their kids would look like.”

Requests: Closed

Match Ups: Closed

“Come on (Y/n), please just let me come!” Richie pleaded as you both walked down the street. The wind blew lightly against you as Beverly bumped into your side.

“Yea, we wanna see how you train!” Bev smiled, looking down at you. You only sighed as the others continued to beg for them to watch you, nearing your house as you saw it come into view.

“I thought we were going to hang out though.” You sighed again, running a hand through your hair.

“We are! But were going to learn how exactly you were able to beat Greta and five other girls.” Richie spoke proudly, his arm hanging around you as your head hung low, a stupid smile on your face.

“Fine, but only because you’re all able to fuel my ego.” You laughed.

“That’s our job!” Mike finished, laughing as you walked up to your house door. You opened the door and let everyone in, the warm air was welcoming and a safe feeling enveloped all of them, something that seemed rare these days.

“Alright, let me go change and get a water bottle, you guys can hang out in the basement and chill there.” You spoke, locking the front door as you walked up the stairs, leaving the others to go to the door that lead to the cozy basement.

“Basement? Kinky.” Richie chuckled evilly. Bev smacked him upside the head as Eddie muttered a small ‘Beep Beep’ with the others sighing very loudly.  They walked down the stairs, finally getting to the bottom as Ben turned the light on from the top, soon following the rest.

The staircase led to the middle on the basement, to their left was the boxing area. The area was fairly organized, two large punching bags on either side as a couple of mats were piled in the furthest corner. Weights were littered against the walls as other weightlifting equipment filled the room, giving it a very hard-core feeling.

To their right was a giant tv on the wall, with a giant leather couch was there was well. A fridge was in the back as well as a stove and sink, a small furnace was against the wall as well. This side of the room gave them a cozy and warm feeling, as if they were wrapped in a warm blanket and laid in front of a cracking fireplace, the heat absorbed into their skin.

Soon the sound of footsteps from above caused them to look at the stairs, your figure coming from the stairs before looking at them. You wore two tight black sports bras, a pair of black and neon yellow work out pants, and some grey and neon yellow sneakers. You were currently trying to finish wrapping the black bandage on your right arm as the other one was already wrapped, your eyes wondering to your friends.

“Ready?” You asked, your voice a bit muffled before finishing, throwing your hair into a messy bun.

“Y-yea.” Eddie mumbled as everyone stared. They looked from your toned legs, to your equally toned abdomen, your arms and just how fit you were. You moved to the other side of the room as the others sat around.

Soon the room was filled with ‘ooohs’ and ‘damns’ as well as ‘oh shits’ but, there was overall laughter and a light-hearted atmosphere. Soon, Richie attempted to fight you, everyone laughing as you dodged him and getting him to trip over himself. Bill went up and failed as well, Mike trying and almost getting a hit on you, and Stan who just sat there with Ben and Eddie.

—

Your breathing was labored, your fists were raised high as your bandages were surprisingly still tight, Richie next to you as he held a bat. IT giggled as you and the others stood around him, laughing as he knew his defeat was upon him.

Richie hit him with his bat, a loud and smooth crack came from the clown before you ran up from your spot, hooking and then round kicking IT in the head, causing IT to fall back as the others attacked him. Richie stayed next to you, nodding to you as he saw IT try and get up from his spot in the ground.

You sprinted up and jumped, using both feet to kick IT back, the clown stumbled back as you caught yourself, sticking your arms out behind you before using the force to jump back up. You managed to catch him a he was stooped over, managing to uppercut him with your right hand, then cross hooking him with your left, causing IT to falling into the well as you stepped back.

You huffed quickly as Richie came up next to you, his arm placed itself perfectly around you as Bill walked up to the well, finding IT clinging to the edge, his face cracking heavily before muttering the one word you and the rest refused to fall into.

Fear

Requests: Open

Match Ups: Closed

Ask Me: Open