#it2k17

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) love each other, but when (Y/N) discovers something that is put to doubt.

Word count: 1,100+

Warnings: Angst, cheating, death mention, pain.

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It was of common knowledge that (Y/N) loved sunsets, it was her favorite part of the day and she would never loose one, no matter what was happening. Richie knew that perfectly.

Using the information he had, Richie had made the dreamiest date he could, decorating in a simple yet lovely way, taking her favorite food and of course he told her to arrive before sunset, so they could watch it together. That same night they became a couple and in between laughter and jokes they shared their first kiss.

All The Losers approved when they heard the news, cheering that they were finally together. They all agreed that they were a good pair, talking about how they were perfect for each other and how they seemed to be really in love. (Y/N) glanced at Richie, giving him a warm smile, he seemed flustered but he smiled back. She took his hand.

Time passed by shared sunsets, kisses and hand holding, inside jokes and pranks, they were happy. But as time passed (Y/N) started to notice a change, sometimes Richie would be late for their dates or he would hesitate on kissing her or he would flinch whenever she grabbed his hand. At first, (Y/N) thought that the Tozier household was going through hard times, sure, Richie only had some communication problems with his parents but that didn't stop her from worrying that maybe things had gone worse than just occasional disagreements.

She was worried, so she decided to ask him, that's what a good girlfriend would have done, right?

In their next date she approached the theme with as much tact as she could muster. “Richie, is everything, alright?” He seemed to go defensive and that made her regret asking him.

“What do you mean?”

“You've been acting different,” she hesitated to continue, but she was really worried about him, so she did. “Is everything okay at home? You know you can talk to me.”

Richie relaxed and he nodded. “Everything is fine, don't worry your pretty little head on it.”

And for the first time in a long time, he kissed her, a warm feeling spread on her as his lips connected with her forehead after ending the kiss. It made her feel safe, between all that was happening with the disappearances and It, she felt safe. She giggled, feeling utterly happy as the last rays of warm sunlight hit her face. Richie grinned, taking in the view of his girlfriend, beaming as the sun hit her just right.

And she obeyed, after that afternoon the (Y/L/N) girl didn't thought about it much, convincing herself that maybe she had mixed the signals.

One day, around sunset, (Y/N) decided to pay him a visit on her favorite part of the day, just to see him out of the schedule. She was humming a catchy song she had heard on the radio earlier that day, beaming at the idea of seeing her boyfriend. All the good vibes drained out of her body as soon as she was in front of the house, there, in the porch sat Richie with a girl (Y/N) had never seen around before, her heart stopped as Richie reached out and kissed her, the same way he would kiss her.

(Y/N) walked away, her eyes stinging with unshed tears, but she did not dare to cry in a place where everyone could see, she walked away, head hung low and with a pain on her chest so powerful that made her just want to stop walking and cry there, in the sidewalk.

She felt unloved.

She felt betrayed.

She felt broken.

A week. She spend a week without word with Richie, she denied herself to even call him and after a whole week Richie called her. At first she doubted, she doubted if answering was the best idea.

The second ring sounded, she took a deep breath.

The third ring, she picked up.

“Hi, (Y/N/N).”

She cringed slightly at the sweetness of his words, it hurt. She chocked out a tiny ‘hey’ in response.

“Are you okay? We haven't seen each other in a-“

“How long?” She blurted out, anger was noticeable in her voice, but it just covered the pain compared to a million daggers on her chest.

Richie furrowed his brows, silence took over the line. “How long what?”

She snorted, legitimately snorted at the irony of his comment, at how much it hurt. Richie made a confused sound. “Is this some kind of game to you?”

“What?” Richie was utterly confused, still not grasping at the meaning behind her words. “What are you talking about, (Y/N)?”

A laugher bubbled from her chest, tight and sarcastic laughter, a bitter one that couldn't even start to represent the tight knot in which her chest was. That laugher felt like a million daggers to Richie.

“Please stop laughing.” He said, she did, because to be honest she didn't feel like laughing, she felt like dying.

“You've been kissing her all this time?”

The world stopped for the glasses boy, realization hit him hard. She knew. “I-“

“You said you loved me.” She choked out, and when her vision turned blurry she noticed she had been crying, how long had she been crying? Now that she noticed it was impossible to ignore it, hot tears rolled down her cheeks, but she did not sob, not while calling him. “I love you.”

And it hurt, it hurt to Richie to hear her saying that, his heart ached with need, with need to reach out and hug her, with need to tell her that he did too, but did he? It hurt because he knew he was guilty, because he knew she didn't deserve that pain.

It hurt because she would never believe him again if he said that he loved her back. “I'm sorry.”

There it was again, the tightness in her chest that told her not to believe. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him she knew he wasn't sorry, not at all, because if he was he would have stopped seeing the other girl.

But she did not scream, she knew her voice would quiver and she would become undone in a fit of tears and sobs; that would make her seem weak and that was the least she wanted.

“You broke my heart,” (Y/N) said, “and all you can say is sorry?”

“I had no choice,” Richie said, desperate to tell her that it wasn't his decision at first. “It was a-“

“Just hang up, Richie.” The girl said, a small sob escaping her mouth. Richie's heart shattered. “Just go on, get away from me. Go. Away.”

“But-“

“Richard, just go ahead and start a relationship with her, leave me, we are done.”

“I love you.” The Tozier boy blurted out in desperation, trying to stop the inevitable.

“Stop lying.” She snapped.

And with those words she hung up, not leaving room for him to answer.

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Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrack (kinda)

IT 2017

Requested: No

Based off of the video of Finn ripping out his retainer to eat a sandwich.

Genre/Warnings: Headcanon// includes swearing

By: @lil-spidey

A/N: this was spur of the moment, enjoy

* when he first got the retainer, his confidence took a toll

* but once Eddie told him that it was cute it gave him a huge ego boost

* Eddie would carry the retainer case in his fanny pack

* he would be the one to remind Richie to wash it at least twice a day, cause we all know that Richie would forget

* whenever he ate with the group it would be hilarious

* he would rip out his retainer as fast as humanly possible at any mention of food

* most times he ended up dropping it

* and Eddie would freak out

* he would start ranting about how it had to be triple sanitized before it went back in his mouth

* Richie would pick it up and wipe it on his shirt before popping it back in

* Eddie fainted

* One time Richie couldn’t find his retainer after swimming in the Quarry

* and the whole losers club was searching for an hour for this clear plastic mouth guard

* until Beverly walked over to him, and when he opened his mouth to say something she jammed her finger into the top of his mouth and her nail hit plastic

* the rest of the Losers ignored Richie for the next two days

* one time Greta was picking on Beverly with a bunch of other girls and they had her cornered

* Richie noticed when he was with Eddie and marched over, ripped the retainer out and stuck it in her face

* “Do you want my saliva Greta? Cause I don’t think you do.”

* she backed up in disgust and that gave Eddie the time to grab Richie and Bev’s arms and book it out of there

* sometimes he would suck the back of it out so just the front was hanging on his teeth

* and then he’d breathe really exaggerated so that it sounded like some cheap Darth Vader knock off

* as he’s walking up to Eddie “Eddie, I DID YOUR MOM!”

* “Shut the fuck up Richie!”

♡giving you a Bouquet of Bones from his victims, he finds them more of a worthy prize than some weeds growing out of the ground. 🌹💀

♡bringing you random "gifts" and placing them in different places where he thinks will surprise you most. He thinks it's funny when certain gifts give you a scare.

♡picking up a certain phrase you have a tendency to say and now he is saying it cause you say it a lot, simple, yet still cute ❤

♡Waiting patiently for you to leave work or school and bored as hell. Sitting on the ground, rolling around, he just want you there with him, what the hell is taking you so long?? He misses you...😢

♡when he finally sees you, he picks you up and runs off with you. This draws some concern next time you have to go back to the place he was waiting outside of, so you have to explain that the clown didn't harm you.

♡shaking you awake after to fell asleep on him because you weren't moving and he was worried.

♡rubbing up against you almost like cuddling, he is like a cat, he wants his scent on you so anyone else trying to get near you stays the fuck away. The downside to this is sometimes the sewer smell is just too strong for you. 😷

♡gets grumpy when you wash the scent off, now he has to start all over again!

♡makes you balloon animals to cheer you up after a rough day of work, or just to cover you with them, he likes making the balloon squeaking noises as loud as he can. 🤡🎈🐩

♡makes a nest for you in the sewers, but you explain to him that the sewers are no place for you. So then he just sorta sulks, now he gotta make it somewhere else!! 😑

♡staring at you sleep but the sun is up now, his face is close to yours, you wake up to a scary clown face in yours, startled you but then you both giggle and laugh. 😆🤣

♡teasing and mocking a few times when you whine and complain about something for too long, a dick move yeah, but that's how he is, it's a reminder to yourself that sometimes whining just won't fix the problem

♡playing with your cheeks, he likes squishing them and seeing your face all squished up makes him laugh. When you do it to him, he feels just as silly looking and laughs even more. 😁

♡Laying his head in your lap, so you start to play with his hair, he looks at you and you stop. He tells you to do it again and lays his head back down, starts purring lowly when you go back to playing with his red tuffs

Stanley Uris x Reader

It 2017

Requested: No

Genre/ Warnings: Argument, Underage drinking, Amnesia

Request part three

By: @love-wyatt // @lil-spidey (you should follow both of my accounts)

A/N: the Losers are 17 in this. This is going to become a short series.

“Stanley, we’re fine,”

Four years later.

The world was spinning. It was a blurry mess of too bright colours and too loud people. I stumbled sideways and groaned as I bumped into a person beside me.

“Sorry,” I slurred before walking around them and outside.

I drowned the remaining liquid in my cup and tossed it into a garbage bag. I went to walk over to the pool but was grabbed harshly on the arm.

“Whaddya want?” I murmured quietly at the person. I couldn’t make out their face as I swayed sideways.

“You’re drunk.” The person stated.

Richie

“Well no shit Sherlock,” I ripped my arm away and sat down on the edge of the pool, ripping off my flats and sticking my legs in.

“It’s one in the morning, you should be at home.” He grabbed my flats and shoved them in his bag.

I felt his hands under my arms and he yanked me up and out of the pool.

“Fuck you Richie,” I snapped at him as he slid one arm under my leg and carried me to his car.

“You’re lucky that I picked you up and not your boyfriend.” He replied as he sat me down in the front seat.

I rolled my eyes as I dozed off, exhausted from the night of partying and dancing.

...

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up already.” I groaned, pressing my hands to my head as the Losers Club sat at the quarry, arguing over what movie we should see.

“It’s not our fault you got so fucking wasted last night.” Eddie retorted as he sat under Richies arm.

“Fuck off,” I stuck my tongue out at him before pulling my sunglasses over my eyes.

“I told you not to go to that party,” Stan complained from beside me.

“Yeah? Well I wanted to, so go fuck off.” I growled at him.

I heard Richie breathe in sharply. “Bad idea Y/L/N.”

“Maybe I should Y/N! You never listen to me anyways so I don’t get why we’re even together anymore!” Stan shouted at me, standing up.

“We’re together because you’re afraid of everything! You’re afraid to let me leave your side!” I stood up after him, yelling back.

“Take it back. I’m protecting you.”

“You’re protecting yourself and nobody but yourself!” I grabbed my bag off the ground and began to walk away. All the shouting was hurting my head.

As I walked away the guilt flew in. I knew that he was just scared. But he had always been scared. There was a reason he was so afraid of leaving me.

I just couldn’t remember why.

...

I walked into the arcade, knowing that the Losers were going there today. I made my way over to them and placed my hand on Stan’s shoulder. He turned around.

“Look, Stanley I’m sorry. I know you’re just looking out for me. I was just... pissed off. And super hungover.” I looked up at him and frowned slightly.

“It’s okay,” His voice cracked as he said it. “I know that you have troubles remembering.”

The rest of the Losers all looked away at this. Beverly took a shaky breath before excusing herself to go outside, Ben quickly following.

I stared at the ground and scrunched my nose. My hand flitted to the long scar on the side of my face, and my eyes settled on Stan’s many small round ones that covered both sides. Stan’s scars which I had covered with make up multiple times.

Stan’s scars which I couldn’t for the life of me remember how he got them.

I looked away frowning slightly. I knew that we had gone through something. All of us. I knew this because everyone remembered.

Everyone except me.

Something had traumatized every single one of us, but I couldn’t remember. None of the Losers could tell me because it was too hard for them to relive it, and I wouldn’t ever ask them to.

It was horrible because everyone knew something that I didn’t. Something that had left Stan with scars, Beverly with anxiety attacks whenever she saw blood, and Eddie with even worse asthma than before. It left Mike with random tear filled breakdowns, and Bill without a brother. It made Richie freeze at the sight of balloons and Ben run screaming from hallucinations.

Hamilton.

Dear Evan Hansen.

Be More Chill.

It (2017)

I've been wanting to say this for awhile but kept getting distracted. It's thanks to the Discord Group I remembered

But when it comes to the "seasoning" of the fear in humans. I feel like the stuff that seasons the human flesh to Pennywise is all the Adrenaline being pumped through our bodies as we are filled with extreme horror and fear.

Of course there's other things that can be contributed to the taste, but the biggest thing to me is Adrenaline.

Sorta like cheese, a lot of people love cheese and can almost put it on anyyhing! Or even something like keptchup!

Tease pic of the Penny I caved into making

Please don’t hurt me