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strangestdrabbles · 2 years

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Chaotic Dads

A/N: so i had this all written last night and then lost half of it so i had to rewrite it but that’s okay because it was so fun to write. i had an amazing time with this imagine and i hope that it is as much fun to read as it was for me to write :-) also also this is the longest imagine i’ve written so i’m proud of that :-)

Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak) x Daughter!Reader

If there was only one word that Y/N had to describe living with her dad’s Richie and Eddie, it would be chaotic.

Only on the night Y/N got back from her study group, walking through the doors of her home, there was no chaotic shouting and laughing, no Eddie admonishing Richie for another poor attempt at a British accent. It was silence and hushed whispers, more stressed on Eddie’s side while there was more silence on Richie’s.

“I can’t believe MIke called us. What does he think we’re going to do? Go back to Derry?”

Richie ran a hand through his hair, both men not noticing Y/N walk into the room and stand in the doorway.

“God I feel fucking nauseous.”

“Dad, are you okay?”

Eddie turned his head first, looking at Y/N like a deer caught in headlights, Richie slowly turning his head after; looking a little gray faced.

“O-Oh yeah I’m good kid.”

Y/N nodded slowly, looking skeptical but deciding against saying anything.

“Well is everything okay?”

Eddie started to ring his hands before running his hands over his face.

“U-Um yeah it’s good.”

Y/N nodded before looking around.

“So…”

Both men looked at her confused because of the coy way she had her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth on her heels.

“So?”

“Where is Derry and why does it have you both stressed?”

The couple looked at each other, fear slowly seeping through their bloodstream.

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Y/N sat in the back seat as Richie drove, Eddie sitting in the passenger seat, the spectacle clad man gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles were white while passing the sign that read ‘Welcome To Derry’.

The sound of the radio created a soft hum as the wind whipped through the ajar windows, providing a soft sliver of fresh air to combat the suffocating interior of the car.

“So where are we going?” Y/N asked, taking her headphones out and pausing her music, taking in how Eddie and Richie looked at each other.

“T-To um meet up with some old friends.” Eddie whispered, feeling a ball well up in his throat that was about to bring on hyperventilation but then he felt fingers intertwine with his; Richie smiling while he kept his eyes on the road.

“I didn’t know you two had friends.”

Richie laughed properly for the first time since he got the call from Mike, feeling some of the fear alleviating from his chest.

“Ha ha that’s very funny Y/N.” Eddie spoke, his voice deadpan but the humor was evident.

“Also why are we in Derry? I didn’t even know this place existed.”

Richie cleared his throat, uncomfortable memories coming back of Henry calling his homophobic slurs and the sadness of pushing down who he truly was washed over his in staggers.

“Well you see mah dear, Derry is the bees knees.”

Richie’s accent couldn’t be placed and it made Y/N roll her eyes but a smile couldn’t be held back.

“Beep beep Richie.”

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Richie pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant and after turning off the car just sat there with Eddie, both looking at each other with a fear that was palpable, Y/N feeling it fill the car and wash over her.

“Dads? Are we all good to go in?”

The sound of their daughter’s voice brought them out of their shared terrified memories, turning in unison to face Y/N before Richie smiled and nodded.

“Let’s get in there.”

“Your New York accent is terrible dad.”

Eddie laughed as Richie rolled his eyes playfully.

“I thought I was getting better.”

Y/N laughed while getting out of the car, Richie and Eddie following shortly after and there was a moment of calm before Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand for stability; Y/N pulling her jumper closer around her as the night air seemed colder.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Eddie asked, his hand coming to grip Richie’s shirt to ground himself.

Before Richie could push down the fear to be able to answer, Y/N spoke up from across the parking lot in a tone of faux annoyance.

“Are you two coming or what?”

The pair look at each other, sharing a look and a still moment before turning to look at Y/N, both of them nodding and starting to walk over.

“I don’t know why we agreed to do this?”

Eddie’s rhetorical question came out as a whisper as the trio walked through the door, Y/N going first and heading straight to a small fish tank. The sound of excited conversation and constantly moving cutlery eased the older men’s minds for a moment, focusing hard to not fall into the fear that was clinging at their peripherals; Eddie was shocked that Richie hadn’t tried to fill the silence between the two with unfunny quips and awkward humor.

Eddie stepped forward then and wrapped his arms around Richie’s waist, wanting to hold him and do his best to ground the spectacle clad man. It seems to work as Richie pressed a soft and loving kiss to the crown of the shorter man’s head.

“Whatcha lookin at ova there?”

Y/N turned around and put her hands in her pockets, tilting her head and one of her dads and smiled.

“I was just checkin’ out dem fishes pops.”

Richie laughed at the attempted New York accent, the low rumble in his chest comforting Eddie immensely.

“You really have to work on that accent darling.”

Y/N laughed while rolling her eyes.

“I would’ve said it’s better than yours if I’m honest.”

Before Richie could retort, a hostess came over to them and asked how she could help.

“We’re here to see Mike Hanlon.”

Eddie followed beside the hostess, Richie and Y/N walking a little ways behind so he could list off what he couldn’t eat to the hostess; the other two tuning out what they had heard countless times before.

“- gluten and if I eat cashews I could realistically die…”

Eddie’s voice trailed off as he made eye contact with Mike first and then Bill, a rush of memories hitting him like a train; not noticing that Richie and Y/N were right behind him.

“Holy shit.”

Mike was the first one to one to step forward and greet the trio, first Eddie and then Richie, giving the men a hug each and lingering with his hands on their biceps, one after the other, and just taking in the fact that they were in front of him. Shortly after Bill followed suite and gave each man a handshake.

“I’m so glad you both came.”

The men nodded and were about the speak but then Y/N’s voice cut through.

“Oh my god.”

All the attention was on her as she stepped forward towards Bill, her eyes wide and starstruck. The man in question looked confused for a moment, taken aback by the reaction of the young girl and how excited she was to even be in the same room as him.

“You’re Bill Denbrough.”

“I am and who are you?”

Y/N forgot how to speak for a moment, not believing that her favourite author was speaking to her.

“I’m Y/N, the kid of those losers.”

Y/N motioned to Eddie and Richie lazily with her thumb, smiling when Bill laughed and nodded, both not noticing the mock offended look on the taller man.

“Oi you take that back.”

Y/N turned to look at him and stuck out her tongue before turning back to Bill.

“It’s amazing to meet you. Your books are some of my favourites. I especially love the endings because you have a way of making them feel so real and raw, even if they might not always be what is expected.”

Bill felt a swell of happiness in his chest at hearing that his endings had been enjoyed, only hearing that they weren’t good by so many people, even if they felt like the best direction to him.

“What’s one of your favourites?”

It took a moment for Y/N to think but then it came to her.

“The book about the man with a hook for a hand. It was insane. It took me three days to read the last chapter because I didn’t want it to end.”

“That was one of my favourites to write. The ending of that book was my favourites.”

“It was my favourite too. I felt like I was there with the main character. It was so good.”

Bill smiled and thanked Y/N, watching as they got the copy of the book out of their bag along with a pen and shyly asked if he could sign it.

“It would mean the world if you could.”

Bill took the items from Y/N carefully, opening the book to the title page on the table before writing a sweet message and then signing underneath; handing it back and watching as Y/N read the note.

The pair continued to talk a little ways away as Mike, Richie and Eddie spoke quietly.

“Thank you both for coming. I knew you both would.”

Eddie didn’t want to say anything about the fact that he had really considered not going and it was thanks to Richie that he hadn’t balantently refused or jumped out of the car while it was on the road. He didn’t think Mike would want to hear about that. “Oh yeah, of course Mike. We wouldn’t miss coming back to kill the clown that made our lives hell as kids for anything.”

Mike didn’t react to the sarcasm or the uncomfortable looks on the pair’s faces, instead starting to ramble about how grateful he was and how excited he was to see the others; no one mentioning Stan. Before anything else could be said however, Beverley’s voice was heard.

“Is that you Trashmouth?”

Everyone turned at the sound, Bev standing there looking as beautiful as always while Ben stook behind, looking bashful and flustered, his crush on Bev hitting him full force after all these years.

“That’s Mr Trashmouth to you mah dear.”

Bev laughed at the accent, memories of Richie’s nonsense filling her mind.

“You know you haven’t gotten any better at the accents Tozier. I would have thought time would help.”

Richie laughed and the soft rumble of his chest comforted Eddie, grounding him and filling his chest and heart with a feeling of overwhelming love and adoration.

“So drinks?”

“After the drive I just had, yes please.”

The group got situated around the table then, Y/N sitting between Bill and Richie, laughing as her dads began to bicker and the waitress come in the take orders. THe atmosphere was like coming home, friends reuniting and picking up right where they left off, even if the elephant in the room was waiting for them to talk about it.

“Oh Bev, Ben, this is our daughter Y/N.”

Beverley was the first to introduce herself, Ben after, the red head making conversation and helping the girl to feel comfortable and welcome. It didn’t take long for the group to share stories with her about what her dads were like as kids, Y/N laughing harder than she had in a while at Richie and Eddie’s antics and how similar they were then to how they were now.

It was then that the drinks came, alcohol for everyone else and a coke for Y/N.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

Mike said, raising his glass, the rest of the group, including Y/N (even if she had really no clue).

Everyone repeated the sentiment before clinking their glasses together.

“To the Losers Club and to memories.”

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wintaswan · 5 months

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pennywise a real one for killing eddie before he could experience covid. he would have LOST IT

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strangesickness · 2 months

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i was talking about stan and his OCD the other day but i didn't really talk about how the other losers would act about it. so!

please remember that OCD is a varied condition and not everyone with it is like what is depicted in this post!

bill

at first stan keeps his obsessions to himself, he's pretty aware of what is a "typical" thought process and what is his brain being kinda weird

but eventually bill finds him having a panic attack over something seemingly mundane. young stan to me had obsessions that focused on the supernatural and "curses", so something like opening an umbrella indoors throws him into hysterics

and as soon as he realizes what he's doing he's humiliated, because like who the fuck cares? everyone knows that's just a stupid superstition, and he's so worried bill's going to think he's a weirdo or a coward

but bill is like. extremely reasonable about it, i think he's used to georgie getting upset over seemingly nonsensical things (the way kids do), so he's just used to treating things he doesn't understand with severity.

maybe there's nothing scary to him about opening an umbrella indoors, but its clearly upset stan and that's what matters here. he calmly asks him what he's upset about and reassures him that if it upsets him then its important

he gets stan to talk through it, bill brings up how richie always opens his umbrella indoors but nothing bad has ever happened to him because of it, which doesn't help a ton because OCD isn't typically very reasonable, but it helps a bit, and stan calms down enough that bill bringing up richie prompts him to go off on a rant about something stupid richie did at school while bill was gone

eddie

despite not having OCD eddie gets it, especially after he finds out that he isn't actually sick

eddie is the first person stan chooses to tell about the weird circles his brain runs in, because he knows eddie still carries around his fake inhaler

eddie isn't scared of the same things stan is, but he can understand being afraid of something he logically knows can't hurt him. they're pretty good at working each other out of panic attacks because of this

richie

(the things richie says to stan here are things you should never ever say to someone with OCD unless you have their express permission, stan finds it funny and helpful, and as someone with OCD so do i, but many will not, and talking like this could make their mental state worse and is just generally an asshole thing to do!)

on paper richie is an asshole to stan about his OCD, he calls him unreasonable, tells him he makes no sense, he's worrying over nothing, etc.

he frequently makes fun of stan's obsessions, if stan says something he thought because of his OCD richie will repeat it back to him in a Voice

but by some miracle this does wonders for stan

if anyone else was saying this stuff it would make him feel like shit, but because it's richie it's hilarious (not that he shows it)

richie assigning characters to his obsessions has managed to completely discredit some of them, and stan is straight up Not Bothered by some of them anymore because as soon as the thought pops up so does richie's voice and he can't take it seriously

there's the scandalized mother who thinks stan is a horrible person for not appreciating his meals properly or something

there's the conspiracy theorist trying to convince stan curses are real

and there's the high school coach who acts like stan is a one man army and they're going to lose the entire war if stan doesn't fold his sheets properly

stan doesn't want to give richie credit for his improved mental state because the way he did it is ridiculous, but yeah, richie and his voices have definitely helped

beverly

bev is great at Not Talking About It and Being Normal About It

stan will say something extremely concerning (use your imagination, i don't want to provide an example lol), and bev is like "yeah thats fucked up." and then they move on

he never gets the feeling she's brushing him off or anything, she'd definitely Actually Talk About It if he asked, but sometimes he just needs to get the thought out there and then immediately move on

sometimes it is exhausting to actually talk about feelings, sometimes stan just needs to express that he's feeling something, be acknowledged, then move on

"i just thought [insert concerning compulsion he doesn't want to do]" "or we could skip class and build a snowfort before all these other assholes ruin the fresh snow at lunch"

stan never feels judged in the slightest when he's with bev, and it helps free him of some of the judgment in his own mind :)

ben

ben is so so so good at listening, not only is he just the only nice 13 year old stan has ever met, he has one of those faces yknow?

he finds himself telling ben things it took him nearly a decade of friendship to tell bill

ben is clearly confused and concerned, but he never makes stan feel like he's unreasonable

stan usually only tells his friends about his specific obsessions when they've bottled up and are about to explode, or when he's in the midst of a panic attack

but with ben he feels like he can talk about the other stuff that comes with it, the impact his thought processes have had on his life

ben offers suggestions from time to time, not all of them stick, but the ones that do really help stan out

mike

mike finds a way to keep stan from worrying about anything at all

stan could spend all day worrying about something, and then mike shows up and explains some new topic to stan and it's like stan wasn't even stressed in the first place

stan can't even count the number of times mike has gone through an explanation of the history of derry, or what various states are known for, or the tasks mike does at the farm, or the history of some obscure scientific/cultural phenomenon

stan genuinely loves hearing about anything mike wants to talk about, but he also just finds mike to be a really engaging speaker to the point he stops thinking about whatever was bothering him

it is very much a win/win situation

sometimes mike will manage to pull him out of whatever was worrying him and get him to talk about birds and the boy scouts and they always end up having a ton of fun :)

the losers love stan and he loves them <3

#reminder: do not talk to your mentally ill friends the way richie talks to stan here!!!#some might find it funny/helpful but many will not. do not say anything of this sort unless they specifically say its okay!#if they don't find the joke funny you're not being funny you're just being a dick!!!#started writing this post because of the time i referred to one of my Thoughts as “the angry twitter user in my head”#and imagined richie assigning characters to all of stan's obsessions and that completely discrediting them #i have OCD and am writing from experience/how i wish people reacted. please be normal about this post <3 #posts afflicted with a strange sickness #it stephen king #it 2019 #it 2017 #stanley uris #stan uris #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon

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gas-station-trackphone · 2 months

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Eddie pulls a Cady Heron in high school and pretends to be bad at math so Richie will tutor him, but Richie is also bad at math so he gets Ben to tutor him to he can tutor Eddie

#Ben tells this story at their wedding years later and it brings the house down #imagine if he did the you look sexy with your hair pushed back #the last words Richie ever hears before he combusts on the spot #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kasprak #ben hanscom

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liv45no · 1 year

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*on a nature hike*

Mike: it’s beautiful out here

Bill: and quiet

Eddie: too quiet

Beverly: did we lose someone?

*cut to Richie trying to befriend a bear*

#u can imagine the rest #itmovie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #stan uris #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #reddie #incorrect it quotes #incorrect quotes #it 2017 #it 2019 #source: tumblr

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beverlymarsh33 · 6 months

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The scene where all the kids beat the absolute shit out of Pennywise at the end of It chptr 1 was genuinely so funny. Like, they weren’t even scared anymore, they were just PISSED.

#Ngl if I was pennywise I’d be TERRIFIED #Imagine 7 13 yr olds running at you with fucking bats #Scariest shit ever #it 2017 #it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #stan uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #the loser’s club

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f4er1e-g1rl · 6 months

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am i or am i not maybe sorta gonna drop a patrick hockstetter x goth!reader?🤭

#fanfic #patrick hockstetter #patrick hocksetter x reader #patrick hocksetter imagine #it 2017 #henry bowers #bowers gang #victor criss #belch huggins #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #stan uris #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #smut #80s #90s

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lady-targaryens-world · 3 months

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Chapter 1: Return to Derry

Summary: The 17-year-old Y/n Marsh, sister of Beverly Marsh, returns to Derry after a prolonged absence. In this story her mother is not deceased; instead, family ties unraveled due to her parents' separation. Y/n had been residing with her mother and now makes her way back to her father and sister in the city. What will happen if she meets the Loser Club? How will the people at school react to a familiar yet new face? What awaits her when encountering the group that once subjected her to harassment and bullying?Furthermore, what unfolds when she crosses paths with the particular individual she harbors a deep-seated hatred for – Patrick Hockstetter? The dynamics of her return to Derry promise a narrative rich in twists and turns, exploring the complexities of rekindling relationships, facing past adversaries, and navigating the tumultuous waters of high school life.

English is not my first Language!

Pairing: Patrick Hockstetter

CHAPTERS: 1/?

UPDATES: Slow (very slow)

Fandom: IT

Please like, comment and share 🫶

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The bus slowed down as Y/n looked through the window at the familiar streets of Derry. A touch of nostalgia surrounded her as the autumn wind brushed through her hair. The town she hadn't seen for years was now in front of her.

*"Back in Derry."* Y/n sighed, her thoughts swirling like the autumn leaves outside.

As the bus stopped at the edge of town, a mix of excitement and uncertainty washed over her. Her mother had taken her away after her parents' separation. But now she was returning to her father and beloved sister, Beverly.

Stepping off the bus, her gaze fell on the house that once was her home. Beverly stood on the sidewalk, a radiant smile on her face.

*"Y/n! You're finally back!"* Beverly embraced her sister tightly.

*"I've missed you so much, Beverly."* Y/n reciprocated the hug, but her eyes betrayed a deep sadness.

They entered the house together. Beverly's joy was palpable, but the atmosphere inside was tense. Their father sat in the kitchen, engrossed in the newspaper. Y/n felt a pang in her chest as she noticed his cold gaze.

*"Hello, Dad."* Y/n attempted a friendly greeting, but his silence spoke volumes.

Sensing the tension, Beverly tried to lighten the mood. *"Isn't it great that Y/n is back?"* she said with an encouraging smile.

While Beverly warmly welcomed her sister's return, Y/n‘s resentment toward her father hung heavy in the air.

Their father didn't even lift his gaze from the newspaper. The chill in his silence was like an icy shadow over the room.

*"Well, we'll see."* Y/n tried to conceal her uncertainty, but the silence seemed louder than any conversation.

Beverly led her sister to her old room, now a mix of memories and forgotten items. The creaking of the door and the sight of the familiar space brought Y/n back in thought.

*"You can settle in here. It's still the way you left it."* Beverly tried to dispel the melancholy in the air.

*"Thank you, Beverly. You're still the best."* Y/n forced a smile, but the pain of her absence permeated the room.

The next hour passed in an uncomfortable silence as they tried to bridge the past.

*"I'm going into town to run some errands."* Beverly eventually broke the silence. *"We can talk later."*

After Beverly left, Y/n looked at her father, who was still engrossed in his newspaper. The room seemed to shrink as the unspoken conflict between father and daughter cast heavy shadows.

*"Why did you come back?"* her father suddenly said, without lifting his gaze.

*“Mother said it was time.“ * she felt her voice tremble.“*

*"It wasn't my decision to let you go. It was hers."* His words were icy, and her heart sank.

*"You've never treated Mother, me, and Beverly well. That's why Mother left you."* her voice cut through the tension in the room as she accused her father.

He glared at her angrily, but before he could respond, the door opened, and Beverly entered, holding a bag from shopping. She seemed To feel unwell and tried to go to her room.

*"Whatcha got there?“* Her father went to Beverly, asking about the contents of the bag.

*"Just some things."* Beverly replied briefly.

*"Like what?"* he persisted. He took the bag from her, looked inside, and noticed the tampons she had purchased. He glanced back with a subtle grin, gently touching her cheek. Y/n observed the strange and inappropriate gesture as Beverly tensed up and flinched slightly. He then smelled her hair, took hold of her ponytail, and uttered, *"Tell me you're still my little girl."* Beverly's response was a resigned *"Yes, Daddy."* With that answer, he appeared satisfied and released her.

Beverly reacted by quickly retreating to her room. Her sister, who had witnessed the entire bizarre scene, found the interaction between father and daughter peculiar.

He gave Y/n a final glance and returned to his previous activity. She understood that the previous discussion they had was closed for him.

After Beverly disappeared into her Room, Y/n went to her room with mixed feelings. The argument and the bizarre encounter between her father and Beverly had turned the first day of her return into an unexpected drama.

The house, once a safe haven, now seemed permeated with unspoken words and hurt feelings. The first day of her return held more conflicts than she had expected, indicating that the challenges in Derry had only just begun.

#welcome to derry #pennywise #patrick hocksetter imagine #patrick hockstetter #bill denbrough #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #stan uris #georgie denbrough #henry bowers #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #patrick hocksetter x reader #y/n

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yup-thats-me · 2 years

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— more than best friends • bill denbrough

pairing: Bill Denbrough x reader

movie/series: IT (2017)

summary: your suppressed feeling for Bill finally gets surfaced

warning: cheesy teen romance, this is bad tbh, feelings, language (I mean it's IT), a bit angst, negative self image. Also not everything goes as per the movie.

note: don't hate. I take criticism not hatred. If you don't like it, KEEP. IT. TO. YOURSELF.

DON'T COPY/STEAL. NOT COOL

"You sure they got the right stuff to fix you up?" Beverly asked Ben with a sly smile.

You watched Bill staring at her. Looking as if she's the only girl he's ever seen. As if, she meant the world.

Whereas he was yours.

"Hey, y/n," she greeted. "Hi, Bev."

Richie seemed confused as to why you were talking to her. "You know her?" He questioned stupidly.

"We have history together you dimwit," you replied annoyed.

You noticed Beverly has cut her hair, now she looked more beautiful than you, you thought. You stood no chance with Bill your mind told you, breaking your heart to millions of pieces.

However, you were not the only one who noticed Bev's hair.

"Your h-h-hair. It looks b-beautiful", Bill noticed too and seemed quite fascinated with it judging by the look in his eyes.

Beverly muttered a small thanks and they both stood there awkwardly. No one making a sound. It was making you want to gag with the looks they sent eachother.

"We're going to the qu-quarry tomorrow. You can come too." Bill offered with the same smitten smile.

You huffed. It was a ritual only for the losers to jump from the cliff at the Quarry. You did that every year and just the five of you.

It's not that you didn't liked Bev. But having a crush on Bill with Bill having something with Beverly made you jealous. You wanted to be the one Bill stared at with those loving eyes. But seeing them two standing next to each other, it was pretty clear who he wanted. And it was most certainly not you.

"You dipshits stay here or do whatever the fuck you want, I'll go home. It's getting late anyway. Fuck you all!"

The losers stared at you as you rode away. They knew something was up you've never acted this way before. Bill knew something was wrong. You sounded annoyed to him. He needed to find you and had to talk to you. You meant more to him than anything else. If you were sad, he wanted to make you smile. If you were angry, he needed to know why.

"Come if you can, B-ev. I have to g-go," he told Beverly and the gang collectively, he too picked up his bike and rode after you.

"When will they get together already. It's getting kinda annoying honestly," Richie sighed the others humming in agreement.

"Wait, what?" Beverly asked confused.

"Oh Bill's got a crush on y/n. Everyone except y/n knows it." Stan answered on behalf of everyone. Beverly nodded walking away.

Bill found you sitting by the lake. The place you always go to when you need to be alone. He slowly parked his bike and progressed towards you.

"Why you here?" You asked bitterly knowing it was Bill. He always found no matter wherever you were.

"What? A-m I not a-a-allowed to check on m-my best f-friend?" He said, sitting down beside you, looking over the lake.

Best friend. How you hated the word. "Shouldn't you be hanging out with Bev in your room or something? I don't know man. I don't seem to be important enough anyway." You muttered with your head low.

He sighed. Both of you knew he didn't allow anyone in his room other than you. "Okay I-I know some-thing, something's wrong. What is it, y-y/n?"

You finally looked up at him from your lap. Eyes red with tears

"I can't pretend anymore Bill! I-I love you, and and I hate myself for it. I know you like or much rather love Beverly. She's so beautiful and perfect. It's impossible to not love her," you paused taking a breath. "I'm tired of being best friends! I want to be more than that to you, Bill but it's pretty sure it's not going to happen!"

Bill sat without a word processing what he heard. Everything was so silent the only sounds are of your quite sobs.

"What d-do you think I l-like Beverly?" He questioned back.

"What?"

"I asked, Why do y-y-you think I like h-her?"

You breathed in softly. "Well, there's the way you look at her in school and now too. As if she means everything to you.".

"It's b-been you, Y/n. It's always been you s-s-since the fourth gr-grade. It's been four y-years and still you've been th-the one," Bill was now turned to you, holding your face in his hands. "I feared you'll n-never like me t-t-that way s-so I thought it was best fo-for me to just m-move on. But, you've always b-b-been the one to have m-my heart," his thumbs wiped the still falling tears from your eyes.

He touched your forehead with yours, staying that way for several minutes on the quietness. "Can i-i kiss y-you?" He whispered softly.

"Yes, please."

His hands held your face so tenderly as if you'd break any moment. The kiss was slow, your lips moving in sync with his. You pulled away, bright red blush covering your cheeks.

He seemed rather surprised when you pulled away. "Woah th-that was b-better than the pl-play," he chuckled, making you laugh.

"W-Will you be my g-girlfriend?" He asked with hopeful eyes.

You nodded your head quickly. "Yes!"

He pulled you in by the waist to kiss you again.

"You guys do know we can see you two right?" Richie shouted from across the road.

"Shut up, Richie!" You and Bill both shouted back in unison, smiling at the gang.

#bill denbrough #bill denbrough x reader #bill x reader #it x reader #it chapter one #jaeden martell #jaeden lieberher #beverly marsh #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #ben hanscom #stanly uris #bill denbrough x you #it imagine

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finks-spaghetti · 2 months

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Imagine

Richie lifts up his phone to let Spotify play out--outside of Eddie's bedroom window to give Eddie one of those famous rom com consepts and of course "Richie Tozier being one of those cheap skates" an advert plays through before playing the song.

Richie: hang on--it's like 20 minutes left.

Eddie: * leaning out of the window, giving him a deadpan expression--falling Inlove with the idiot all over again.*

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strangestdrabbles · 2 years

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Hello! If requests are opened, may I please request some headcanons about what being married to Bill Denbrough would be like?

OKAY I LOVE THIS HC REQUEST

okay but being married to bill would be wonderful

he is so creative and talented,, you would love to come up behind him and wrap your arms around him while he’s writing one of his novels

he would do his best to cover the screen so you can’t peek

HE WOULD SPOIL YOU

buy you flowers and take you to cute,, in the wall coffee shops

ALOT OF CUDDLES,, especially if you both have the day off

sometimes it would be hard because he would have vivid nightmares of the summer of 1983 and would wake up panicking and crying

of course you would be there

you would be his best friend,, allowing him to be completely and utterly himself

yours and his favourite thing would be you playing with and running your hands through his hair

he would say ‘i love you’ a lot because he would want you to know how much he cherishes you

DUMB DAD JOKES

“why isn’t a koala a bear?”

rolling your eyes, “why?”

“because it doesn’t have the right KOALA-fications”

then him cackling while you run your hands over your face, annoyed at how cheesy the joke was

his favourite thing to do would be to lay his head on your lap while he reads a book and you watch tv or also read, just feeling completely comfortable

you would get along so well with the rest of the loser’s club,, especially richie because how could you not???

he would let you read his manuscripts,, wanting your opinion on the book but especially the ending ((but can you blame him?? his endings aren’t always great))

you both would be completely and utterly in love with each other,, truly the type to be written in the stars

just being married to bill would be a dream

#answered asks #groovy-lady #bill denbrough au #bill denbrough imagines #bill denbrough #mike hanlon imagines #mike hanlon #ben hanscom imagines #ben hanscom #beverly marsh imagines #beverly marsh #stan uris imagines #stan uris #richie tozier imagines #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak imagines #eddie kaspbrak

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canislupus-exe · 2 years

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Like Always | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/sanriogaki on weheartit <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | she/her (he ver.)(they ver.)

requested | Anonymous

warnings | none

word count | 1,189

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

>> prompts <<

56 | “Are you flirting with me?”

67 | “Stop being so cute.”

68 | “You’re making me blush!”

summary | hi!! can I req a Richie x reader (teenagers- around 15-16?) where they both like each other but are oblivious to each other's feelings? I think it prompts 56, 67, and 68 will work with this!

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You stretched out on the hammock that hung from the posts of the clubhouse. The other losers were strewn about the rest of the space, doing various things to keep themselves occupied. Richie had taken the liberty of staring you down since you were lying on what he considered the second coming of Jesus.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer, dickwad.” You said, stretching out to get more comfortable. Annoying him was just a bonus.

“Eddie, didn’t you say it was a 10-minute limit?” Richie asked.

“Uh yeah well considering you didn’t respect that rule when it was my turn I think (Y/n) has every right to overstay her welcome on that hammock.”

“Aw stop it, Eddie, you’re making me blush.” You teased. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t make me take it back (Y/n).”

“Love you too Eds.” You replied as you went back to reading your comic book.

“Fuck this bullshit,” Richie exclaimed as he walked toward your reclined body. You lowered your book just in time to see Richie sidle up next to you. You groaned.

“Oh come on man, have some self-respect.” You grumbled as he made the fabric sway. He smirked and got comfortable the best he could.

“Ah, that’s refreshing. I mean honestly, my back was killing me. You know, now that I think about it, I could really use a massage. (Y/n), would you be so kind?” He asked, his voice patronizing. You rolled your eyes and set your book down.

“Why of course Mr. Tozier, you should’ve said something sooner. Come real close and I’ll get all that tension out for you.”

“Now that’s what I’m talking about. Finally getting the royal treatment I deserve.” He replied jokingly, knowing there was no way you’d go for it. You adjusted yourself and to his surprise, actually began to massage his back. His face slowly turned red as he felt your hands climb up his skin, gently pressing your fingers and palms down interchangeably.

“You're actually…?”

“Anything for you Richie.” You teased. Your heart thumped loudly in your ears. His skin was so soft you were scared your fingertips might just pass through him. You tried to play it cool like this was just your normal, run-of-the-mill, Richie pulling punches and (Y/n) being the only girl dumb enough to punch back, but you knew that was a lie. You knew your hands were trembling as you caressed the back of the boy you’d had a crush on for God knows how many years and you knew he’d start to feel it soon as well.

“Are you flirting with me?” He asked, his voice almost faltering in his throat. He was joking. He had to be joking.

“So what if I am?” You asked, leaning your chin on his shoulder and resting your hands on his hips. Richie practically burst at the seams from this, but what happened next threw him out of the trance faster than he’d fallen into it. You roughly shoved him off the hammock, smirking in triumph at the sound of surprise that jumped out of him. He fell to the floor, and the wind immediately knocked out of his chest. All he could do was lie there for a solid minute, processing what had happened.

“You skank!” He shouted, sitting up and turning toward you. You smirked and reclined again, picking up the comic book you’d set down.

“You love me.” You replied. He gave a slight chuckle before shaking his head and leaning against the wooden post that held up one side of the hammock. He did. He really did.

>><<

You yawned as you approached the arcade snack counter. You’d been going at Street Fighter for far too long and decided it was time for a pick-me-up. An ultra delicious total brain-freezing wild cherry slushie. Or just a cherry slush, as those less passionate than you would call it.

You sauntered over to the counter and the employee who stood behind it and smiled. He placed a cup under the cherry spout, already knowing what you’d gone there for. To say you were a regular was an understatement. You placed $1.50 on the counter, and the employee finished in record time, sliding the drink to you and putting the cash in the register. You walked away, knowing that he knew that you didn’t need the change.

As you walked away, you ducked behind a hanging tarp. The part of the arcade that was always under construction for whatever reason. You liked laying low here to enjoy your slushes in peace and quiet. Plus there was a working Computer Space cabinet so that was the sickest part.

“How did I know you’d be here?” A familiar voice asked after the rusting of the tarp stopped. You snickered and looked over your shoulder, seeing your best friend.

“Richard Tozier. How often have I told you not to bother me in my super-secret lair?” You replied. It was now his turn to snicker.

“Lair? Seriously? This dingy old place has got to be one of the lamest ‘lairs’ I’ve ever seen.” He said. You exhaled and leaned against the cabinet.

“Yeah, I guess you're right. But it’s gotta be worth something with this original Computer Space cabinet which has an unbeatable high score held by… Well… me.” You replied, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. There was nothing in the world that pissed Richie off more than the fact that he just couldn’t seem to top you in that damn game.

“Again with this. I swear it’s like the only thing you have over my head. Computer Space this Computer Space that meh meh meh meh meh.” He mocked you.

“Aw, someone’s getting all worked up. Come on, yell at me some more, I like it.” You taunted as you took a sip from your slushie.

“You like everything I do (Y/n).” He said as he leaned on the cabinet beside you.

“Why yes. Every night I go to sleep dreaming of my knight in shining armor Richard Tozier who will sweep me off my feet one day.” You jeered sarcastically.

“I bet you do. I bet you dream of kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.”

“Oh not just kissing Richie. No no no. In my dreams, we do so much more than just kissing.”

“God just stop being so cute!” He exclaimed, his tone much more genuine than he’d intended. You choked on your slushie slightly, your face growing warm from the blood that rushed to it.

“Wh-What?” You stared at him. His face dropped as he registered what he’d said.

“Oh, I just- um… I-I’m kidding. Like always.”

“Then why are you so red?”

“It’s warm?”

“You’re so full of shit Tozier.” You replied before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He made a noise of surprise but within seconds he was practically melting into your touch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss as much as he could. You still tasted like the cherry slushie, and he couldn’t get enough.

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