DECENT (richie tozier + reader)

027

➶ heroes – david bowie ➶

[ trigger warning: mentions of suicide ]

richie couldn't help but to leap in the air for a moment when he saw y/n walk out of their house, coming back from getting forced to wear his not–so–old looking hawaiian shirt for a day when the losers plan to watch a movie at the aladdin. he picked the patterns on the shirt from his collection just right, because he knows that y/n is not that happy with colors that are too bright—but except when richie wore it, she admits.

the losers were deeply confused of what y/n's wearing. they swore they've seen it somewhere before, even bev thought she has seen it too before, they even study the picture they took at the photobooth after they watched a movie. after being suspicious at the two—who were walking in front of them, talking and laughing with each other as they walk to bill's house with their bikes and y/n's skateboard on her hand, not minding the other losers behind them—stanley suddenly shrieked with a "oh my fucking god!" and points at the two.

richie now get why the boyfriends from rom–com movies get fluffy every time they let their girl wear their clothes. as y/n was on her skateboard and richie on his bike, he couldn't help but to make his beaming smile tattooed permanently on his face ever since he laid his eyes on her on that afternoon.

"we get it, richie. she's wearing your stupid hawaiian shirt," stanley rolled his eyes when he noticed richie was staring at the girl as they both do different things to help bill set up the projector. "jesus christ, richie! she'll melt!"

"i thought jews call their god yahweh."

"i'm confused."

with richie's name being mention in a scolding tone, it made y/n turn around while she helps beverly tape a blanket to cover the window smiling softly. after finishing it, the losers find themselves some place to sit on and be comfortable with, richie's automatically sitting between y/n and eddie, and the three of them huddled together.

bill sets the projector on, the light giving brightness to the dimmed room. "th–th–that's where juh–juh–georgie disappeared." he said, pointing over at the map. "there's the ironworks. and the black spot."

y/n felt chills up her spine. who wouldn't? her friend's brother went missing on a drain that wasn't that far from their house because of a thing no one could exactly explain.

"everywhere it happens. it's–it's all connected by the sewers and they all meet up at the— "

"the wellhouse." ben interrupts.

"it's in the house on neibolt street." stanley says, fear laced his tone.

"you mean that creepy ass house where all the hobos like to sleep?" richie replies.

eddie took a deep puff of his inhaler beside richie. y/n stretch her arm out, resting it over richie's shoulders to place her hand on eddie's shoulder to comfort him, y/n grins when richie softly leans on her.

"i hate that place," beverly says, sounding almost wistful. "i always feel like it's watching me."

eddie speaks up, "that's where i saw it. that's where i saw the clown."