It Oneshots

Protective: Part 1 (Richie X Stan's sister!Reader)

Third Person POV

(Y/N) Uris is the year-younger sister of Stanley Uris. Stan is very protective over (Y/N), to say the least. (Y/N) has never had a boyfriend, let alone a first kiss. And, as (Y/N) does get tired of her brother's constant protective nature, she really appreciates how caring her brother is towards her. Stan once saw (Y/N) talking with a boy after school once, and let's just say (Y/N) never heard the end of that for the rest of the day. "He was just a friend." (Y/N) assured, to which Stan just rolled his eyes. "Did you see the way he was looking at you? And, don't get me started on how close to you he was." Stan said, continuing to ramble on about how horrible guys can be. Stan did his best to keep (Y/N) away from anything remotely dangerous, especially the Losers Club. He knew if she hung out with them, she'd get picked on too. He couldn't even imagine what he'd do if Henry knew she existed. The biggest reason Stan didn't want (Y/N) meeting his friends was because of Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier. He knew Richie would be all over her. Plenty of other guys already are, not realizing her brother is a loser. Stan was doing a great job at keeping (Y/N), and the Losers Club, from crossing paths. Until, one day...
(Y/N) was sitting on the couch, at the Uris residence, reading a book, when she heard a knock on the door. Stan was upstairs, doing whatever it is that he does. (Y/N) got up and walked to the door, opening it to reveal five boys, and one girl, around her age. "Holy shit, is that Stan's sister?" The one with glasses asked, getting elbowed by the girl in the process. "H-Hi, we came to s-see Stan." The boy in the front, with pretty eyes stuttered out. "Oh, I'll call for him." (Y/N) said with a smile. She leaned back and turned her head to the stairs. "Stan! You have visitors!" She called before turning back to the group of friends. "You guys must be Stan's friends. The ones I've heard so much about." (Y/N) spoke, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm B-Bill, and t-this is Eddie, R-Richie, Beverly, Mike, and B-Ben." Bill replied, motioning to each person as he said their name. "Nice to meet you guys, finally. I'm (Y/N), if Stan hasn't already told you." (Y/N) introduced with a smile, waving at the group of friends. She couldn't help but to find herself stealing glances at the boy named Richie. "Yay, another girl! You should totally come to the quarry with us today, (Y/N)." The girl, named Beverly, said. "I'd love to, but Stan most likely will say no. He's a bit protective." (Y/N) replied, laughing a bit. "Speaking of which... STAN!!!" (Y/N) yelled, making a few of the losers jump. She said a quick apology before footsteps were heard, coming down the stairs. "What?" Stan asked, walking over to the door. He stopped when he saw (Y/N) with the losers. He quickly walked over, stepping in front of (Y/N), who pouted, crossing her arms. "Hey, guys." Stan greeted, acting like (Y/N) wasn't there. "W-We were gonna go to the q-quarry to hang out. And, to t-talk more about the oc-c-currences that have been h-happening." Bill said. "Ooh~! What occurrences? I wanna hear!" (Y/N) butted in, ducking under Stan's arm, that rested on the doorframe. "(Y/N), this nothing you need to be involved with." Stan said, rolling his eyes. "Come on, Stan. Let her join us." Richie urged, moving to stand next to (Y/N), and wrapping and arm around her shoulders. This caused (Y/N) to blush, making Stan tense in anger. Stan closed his fists, and clenched his jaw, rolling his head to crack his neck. (Y/N) grew nervous, knowing very well how this will end. Much to (Y/N)'s, and Richie's, rescue, Bill quickly stepped up. "W-We could use all the help we can g-get." He said. "Not from her. I'm not putting her into that much danger." Stan countered, shooting Bill a glare. "You guys act like whatever's going on is life or death. What danger?" (Y/N) obliviously asked, earning a look from everyone that says: 'You have no idea'. "It's nothing." Stan said. "Oh, now you have to tell me. Come on, let's go!" (Y/N) interjected, pulling Stan out of the house, and shutting the front door. The Losers Club cheered. Everyone, except Stan, who was about to murder all of them. They all got their bikes, riding to the quarry. About halfway there, they heard someone yelling. "Hey! Losers!" The voice yelled. The group stopped, turning to the all-familiar voice of Henry Bowers, and his gang. "Come on, guys." Bill said, rolling his eyes, and turning away. "What are you losers doing today, B-B-B-Billy? Are you dragging them to go look for your dead brother with you?" Henry asked, laughing with his friends. "He's not d-dead. He's m-m-missing." Bill hissed, turning back around to face Henry, clenching his fists. Stan stepped in front of (Y/N), trying to hide her as Henry came closer. Henry looked in Stan's direction, tilting his head. "Who's this~?" He asked, creepily, reaching to grab (Y/N)'s arm. He pulled her out from behind Stan, looking her up and down. "She your sister, Jew?" He wondered, touching her hair. Stan tensed, along with (Y/N). (Y/N) felt her anger rising, realizing that this boy bullies her brother, and her new-found friends. "Let go of her." Richie growled, stepping forward. "Ooh~, she has a boyfriend. I see~..." Henry chuckled, pushing Richie to the ground. "What if I don't want to let go of her? I wonder if she's like Beverly..." Henry smirked, staring (Y/N) down, while grabbing his crotch. Stan was about to step forward, and punch Henry's lights out, when (Y/N) spoke. "I've had enough..." (Y/N) muttered, rolling her eyes. She grabbed Henry's shoulders, kneeing him in the balls. Henry immediately let go of (Y/N), falling to his knees. (Y/N) obviously wasn't done, for she punched him in the face, knocking him out, and shocking his gang. She held her hand, hissing in pain, from the amount of force she put into the punch. She turned around, the losers standing in shock, except Beverly. "Go, (Y/N)!" She cheered, pumping a fist into the air. She ran over, and hugged (Y/N). "We need you around us more." She laughed. (Y/N) laughed also, walking over to her bike as everyone gave her compliments on what she did. "Thank ya, thank ya very much." She bowed, winking at Richie. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Richie asked. "Stan. He said he wanted me to do that if he wasn't around to do it for me." (Y/N) replied, laughing. Stan smiled, patting her on the back. "Proud of you, sis." He said, going back to his bike. After all the excitement died down, they all started to head for the quarry again.