You and Ben were twins who recently moved to Derry. You basically told him everything besides the fact that you were bullied by Henry Bowers and his goons or that everywhere you turned there was this clown watching your every move.
Right now you were walking away from the small river after your brother had started a rock war with Henry. Of course you didn't mention seeing the same clown in the midst of all the tall grass, covered in blood and waving at you with a detached arm.
"Y/n, why didn't you tell me you were being terrorized by Bowers?"
"Ben, you're my brother not my guardian. I shouldn't have to tell you everything cause I'm the older one. You need to calm down."
"Calm down?! Y/n—"
"Wait, can we back track?" The boy with curly hair and googly eyed-glasses says, "can we talk about the fact that this hottie is related to Ben?!"
"Don't even think about it Richie," Ben warns before turning back to you, "I'll see you at home. I love you and stop worrying," you say finally before spinning on your heals and walking the other way.
"Dayum she's hot," Richie remarks once more under his breath.
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Finn Wolfhard Imagines
FanfictionJust some cute, tiny imagines on the it//st star. No sexual scenes cause c'mon he's like 10. Requests are open. Enjoy :)
