Fate - richie x reader (DISCONTINUED)

The New Loser

(a/n)* id be lying if I said I didn't make this chapter so Wolfhard_Schnapp17 would believe.*
Edit- I actually forgot I wrote this chapter cause I'm so tired 🙃

Eddies pov
"No, I love being a personal doorman, could you idiots have taken any longer?" Richie complained. "Shut up Richie!" I snapped at him. Not only was he pissing me off, but he kissed (y/n). I guess I never really showed that I even like them but, you can't blame me for being scared. After all, having a crush on a dude is not ok in the 80s, probably ever. *shh don't worry my child love wins in the future* "Yeah shut up Richie!" Stan added. "Oh, ok trash the trash mouth, I get it. Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor and imagining that her sink went all Eddie's mom vagina on Halloween." I saw (y/n) laugh. That bitch steals my man, then decides to laugh at my mom's vagina, I see how it is. "She didn't imagine." Bill paused. "I-I s-s-saw something too." We all stopped. "You saw blood too?" Stan questioned Bill. "Not blood, I saw G-G-G-Georgie. It seemed so real, I mean it seemed like him but there was this-" I knew what he was talking about. "The clown," I cut him off. "Yeah, I saw him too..." "Me too." (y/n) spoke up. "Yeah, I saw it when I was unconscious, it told me it would spare me and harvest my terror. Whatever that means." There was an awkward silence, none of us knew what to say. Then that adorable, charming, idiot of a human spoke up. " Can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit." We all heard shouting and saw a car. Not just any car, Belch Huggins car. "Oh shit, that's Belch Huggins car." No shit Sherlock I just figured that out in my head. Not wanting to fucking die I suggested we leave. "We- we should probably get out of here" Then Bill noticed something. "Wait, isn't that the homeschool kids bike." "Yeah that's Mikes" I responded. "We have to help him." Beverly stated, obviously not realizing that if we did, we could get carved. "We should?" "Yes." (y/n) said while dropping her bike. Everyone started to do the same and ran to where the voices were heard. Well, everyone except Stan, who had to prop it up like he always does.

(y/n's) pov
I arrived first and saw Henry and his goons harassing a boy. Henry had him pinned to the ground and was about to bash his head in but I threw a rock to prevent it. He got knocked back and had a gash in his forehead. "Nice throw." Stan told me. "Thanks." I blandly responded. Bill started picking up 'ammo' and the homeschool kid ran across the lake to us. "You losers are trying to hard. She'll do you, you just gotta ask nicely like I did." Henry said while touching his groin. "Now, that one is a fucking prude, wouldn't even let me fondle her tits. You're getting nothing from hanging out with her. Hell, I bet she's a fucking dyke!" Henry laughed. I was not a dyke! I was straight. Although, I do think Beverly is really, really, pretty. "AHHHHH" Ben shouted, which was followed by a rock hitting Henry in his thick-skulled head. "What the fuck?" One of them said. Beverly threw a rock at them with a shit ton of force. Next thing I know, we were in a full blown- "ROCK WAR!" Richie's shout took the words right out of my mouth. He got hit in the head and fell back, Eddie helped him up though. Man, Eddie was actually pretty cute. Not in an 'I would date you' way. It was more of a 'Your such a nice person, like look at you helping Richie up. Such a great friend!' way. If he and Richie were gay, I'd totally ship it. #Reddieforthewin Things started getting pretty intense, Eddie even ventured forward into the 'battlefield' and got closer to the rat pack of idiots. He had some balls to do that. "FUCK YOU BITCH!" Belch shouted at Beverly. There was no hesitation with her next action. She threw a huge ass rock at his face with so much force it could have knocked him into the past. The goons fled, leaving a defenseless bloody Bowers on the ground. We had won. I noticed Bill looked at Beverly, checking to see if she was ok. Well, that's how I perceived it as. I started walking back to the bikes, then I heard Richie shout something. " GO BLOW YOUR DAD YOU MULLET WEARING ASSHOLE!" He flipped him off, with both of his hands I may add. An edgy boy that one is. We ended up walking through this grassy area by some railroad tracks to get to into town quicker. "Thanks guys but you shouldn't have done that. He'll be after you too now." Mike said with a concerned tone in his voice. "Oh no no no Bowers? He's always after us." Eddie replied. "I guess that's one th-th-thing we all have in common." "Yeah homeschool, welcome to the losers club." Richie said.

Time skip bitches

We were all gathered around a missing kids poster, well all of us except Richie who was playing some parade members cornet and Eddie who was buying him ice cream. *oooo watch out (y/n) eddie gonna snatch ya mans* "They say they found part of his hand all chewed up by the standpipe." Stan noted. "He asked to borrow a pencil once." Ben added. Bill lifted up the poster to reveal Betty Ripsom underneath. "It's like she's been, f-f-forgotten because of Corcoran's missing." Bill put the poster back down. I couldn't really pay attention because of Richie's horrible playing, it finally stopped when the band nerd *no offense if u in band* took it back. "What the fuck dude?" Eddie walked over with two cones in his hand. "What are you guys talking about?" Richie are forward to collect his ice cream from Eddie. "What they always talk about." Which I'm pretty sure that meant even he didn't know but he didn't want to admit it. "I actually think it will end, for a little while at least." Ben vocalized. "What do you mean?" I asked. "So I was going over all my Derry research and I charted out all the big events. The ironworks explosion of 1908, the Bradly gang of 35' and the black spot in 62' and now kids being..." There was a long pause. "I realized, this stuff seems to happen-" Ben got cut off by Bill who finished his sentence. "Every 27 years." All of us ended up going to a park to discuss our theories about this demon clown thing. "Ok so lemme get this straight *kinda hard when your gay for richie* it comes of from where ever then it eats kids for like a year? Then what, it just goes into hibernation?" "Maybe it's like, waddya call it? Cicadas, you know the bugs that come out once every 17 years?" Stan suggested. Mike voiced his opinion next. "My grandfather thinks this town is cursed. He says that all the and things that happen in this town are because of one thing, an evil thing that feeds off the people of Derry" "But it cant be one thing, we all saw something different." Stan stated. "Maybe, or maybe it knows what scares us most and that's what we see." Mike proposed. "I-I saw a leper. He-he was like a walking infection." Eddie continued. "But you didn't! B-because it isn't real. None of this is, not Eddie's leper or Bill seeing Georgie or the woman I keep seeing..." "She hot?" Richie questioned, obviously trying to lighten the mood. Well not obvious enough for Stan who flipped out. "No Richie, she is not hot. Her face is all messed up! "Stan barked at him. "None of this makes any sense. They are like bad dreams..." "I don't think so, I know the difference between a bad dream and real life okay?" *ughhhh it's 2 am and im tireddddd pray for me* "What'd you see? See something too?" Eddie interrogated. "Yes. Do you guys know that burnt down house on Harris Avenue? I was inside when it burnt down. Before I was rescued, my mom and dad were trapped in the next room over from me. They were pushing and pounding on the door, trying to get to me. It was too hot. When the firemen finally found them, the skin on their hands had melted down to the bone... We're all afraid of something." The look Mike had on his face when he explained what happened broke my heart. He didn't deserve to go through that situation, no one does! "Got that right." Richie said while looking back to the stage behind him. "Why Rich? What are you afraid of?" Eddie asked. Richie adjusted his glasses and answered "Clowns." He then looked at me. "And you (y/n)?" I hesitated. What was I afraid of? Spiders? No. The dark? Nope. I couldn't think of anything. "I-I don't actually know."