He's A Go Getter // R.T and S.U x Reader

"Well, Duh. It's Normal."

        | I'm so sorry for the late chapters! It wasn't my intent to be out in such a situation and I had a hard time finishing what I started |

        Stanley Uris always had his life organized, color coded, and put away properly. He wasn't nearly as vulgar as his friends, and he scarcely broke rules.

      Richie Tozier, on the other hand, didn't care too much about where stuff was as long as he could tell where he put it. His room was a mess at all times, and he's never learned much of a fondness for rules. After all, he was a Trashmouth, so why not be the best one he could be?

       Because the girl both boys loved dearly hadn't moved from the spot she's been in for a week, neither can bring themself to joke. Stan had finally left his room to be dirty, and that was bad.
      Richie stopped dropping in to see (Y/n) for the most part, at this point. He'd instead started to get high constantly to numb the idea that maybe she wouldn't come back. While he understood that he had once lived a full and complete life without her, he knew that after her he would never feel the same about anyone again.

       So, Richie did what any person in a state of grief would do, besides more drugs: he changed everything about himself. Not his hair, because if (Y/n) did come back, he knew she liked to play with it, and if not, the memory of her hands in his hair, weather to play with it because she wanted to or at 3 am when Eddie got slime in it, was valuable.

       He switched to contact lenses instead of the eye magnifying Coke bottle glasses. And he changed his closet around entirely, only wearing dark colors.

      Stan, on the other hand, could only find himself going on a run when he was upset about it, and filling his life with hobbies. If he wasn't running, he was potting new plants for his room, or painting, or birdwatching, or learning to crochet.

         The rest of the losers club was worried. Bill missed having (Y/n) around dearly and began visiting more often than Richie did. He talked to her constantly about anything and everything, catching her up on the latest escapades in the club.

"In my universe it's just Rich, Stan, Ben, Mike, Bill, Eds, and Bev. We're the Losers Club, of course. Richie and Stan are kind of both in love with me, like a Bev Ben Bill situation." (Y/n) giggles.
"Bev Ben Bill?" Eddie asks.
"Well yeah. Ben's in love with Beverly and so is Billy boy and Beverly likes both." She explains.
"That's weird." Ben says.
"Wait- hold up. Who did you choose?" Stan questions.
"Neither of you yet." She mumbles.
"Well, I bet I'm winning by a long shot." Richie states confidently.
"Oh, not at all." (Y/n) jokes.
"You've really wounded my ego, strange girl from another universe." He retorts, pushing his glasses up.
"I've kissed you," she says pointing to Richie, "But not Stan yet." The (h/c) girl admits.
"Well, here we have a clown who traumatized and eats kids, besides Richie." The other girl says.
       (Y/n) let out a cackle and proceeded to say, "I'm (Y/n) (L/n) by the way. I don't exactly know your name."
        "Rowan. It's nice to meet you." |Hi hotties it's me, the author. If your name is Rowan, you can change her name to Hannah or whatever you want/

     "I-I missed y-you last-t we-week." Bill says to his friend. He can't help but miss the way she always felt like another little sibling. Bill had always looked out for the Losers club, like the mom he is.

   Stan had come into the hospital about 15 minutes prior to Bill's visit, and was waiting patiently to talk to (Y/n). He usually had to cut visits short because he couldn't bare to see her so lifeless and still. Sometimes he tries to pretend she's sleeping, but it always hurts him to know that he can't tap her to wake her up.

|I know it's shorter than that one person we all know but I haven't had a whole lot of time for anything this week and between school, and my family and friends I have a lot going on. This is kind of a filler.|

|Word count: 746|