IT imagines & One-shots

Older Richie x male reader

(Male reader that hasn't seen richie since they were kids and things havent been good for the reader.
Warnings: mentions of past abuse and mentions of suicidal thoughts, if you get easily triggered I'm sorry, just skip this if it makes you uncomfortable) (p/s means preferred state)

As I walk into the resturant, i can feel a wave of insecurity pass over me. I look around real quick, spotting the bathroom and rushing towards it. Slamming it open, I push past the man that was in front of me and I bury my head in the closest toilet. Spewing anything in my gut and releasing everything in me. I stand up on wobbly feet, not balanced at all. I walk towards the mirror. Seeing my reflection. No one could probably recognize me. Things havent been good to me the past 5, 6 years. First relationship in a while and I get abused and hurt. Not just verbal but also physical, he would push me and punch me and tell me how worthless I am. He finally left the house to go drinking, when i got the call from mike. When he told me IT was back I was hesitant at first but when he mentioned I would be also coming back and seeing everyone, I didnt hesitate to pack my shit. I called a cab and that was that.
I've never been more relieved but horrified in my life, I was more afraid of him than anything I have ever been in my life. Now that I'm here, I dont know what to think other than they're probably waiting for me. I guess I should go out there. I turn towards the door and head out. Once in the main area I turn toward this room that is more to its self. Walking inside I dont expect much but am met by two people. " Uh excuse me, I'm looking for Mike?" I say looking down, " Well your looking at him. Can I help you?" I hear him say, I look up, " I.....I'm...y/n..." I say quietly. He stops what he's doing and looks at me " Y/n, how....you dont look like you, what...what happened?" He says with worry in his voice. "Its nothing dont worry just, got in trouble a few times, nothing to worry about." I say putting on a fake smile. He chuckles shortly but then welcomes me and offers me a drink to which I gladly accept. A few minutes pass and everyone starts to show up, especially Richie, I've missed him so much, after we all reacquainted with each other we all sat down.
"So y/n, you in a relationship, married or anything?" The question I dread
"Well umm, i....I was in a relationship b-but I um...it didnt work out to well..." I say staring down of my glass thats in my hands in my lap. "What happened?" Beverly asks. I start to develop tears, they start to roll down my cheeks, quick to wipe them away, I answer. " He wasnt really good to me, he uh, he would come home from work and he would hit me and verbally insult me, last time he uh pushed me down the stairs, when I woke up I was in the hospital. Turns out I had broke a few ribs, broke my nose and broke my wrist." I say chuckling "I never wanted to be with him, cause it was suppose to be a one time thing and I guess he just stayed, when i tried telling him to, you know, go he.....that's when he got aggressive." I say glancing up quickly and back down. Everyone just looks around and back to me, richie looked pissed. "Y/n, you dont have to tell me, but I'm just curious, what's his name?" Richie says with something in his voice but I cant place it. "Allen, his name is Allen and he works for a construction company in p/s." Richie nods and we all continue to talk.

(Small time skip)

Last time I remember being this happy, it was when I was 14 and with the same group, we were at the quarry and we were together.
My best memory was with richie, I remember being at home and sitting at my desk drawing, when I got a tap on my window, looking out I see richie, I didnt know if it was raining or not, his face looked wet. When he came up I realized it was tears. He told me about Bowers and how he called him a fairy and how he called him a faggot. That was also when he told me he was bisexual. I was so happy he told me, but so fucking pissed. I swear if I could I would've killed Bowers myself. I secretly had a thing for richie, he was always so funny and making sad moments happy again with his stupid jokes. I never told him because I was afraid it would affect our friendship.

27 damn years later and here I am, standing in the middle of a hotel lobby, alone and nothing to do. Still having not confessed my feelings. I feel hopeless. My thoughts get interrupted when I see richie, walking up next to me. "Hey y/n, you doing alright?" He ask adjusting his glasses. I frown, "Yeah I'm fine..." he tilts his head not believing me. "Alright I may not be ok, ok I'm not ok at all. I dont want to be here, but I dont want to go back either richie. I hate my life, the people that say they're my friends only are my friends because I can get them shit. I'm so scared of going back and having the same guy, beat the living shit out of me. Every day it seemed like I was living in a damn nightmare, everyday I thought of ways to make it stop." I look down sadly "I thought about killing myself richie....I really did, I was ready to do it too. I never thought I'd be in this position, the fucked up thing is, is that I have enough money to buy a new damn house and start a new life but, why haven't I? Am I really just so damn stupid to not realize. WHAT AM I DOING RICHIE!" I yell the last part, richie flinching but wrapping his arms around my crumbling figure. "I.....I'm so...so broken, richie....." I say in between sobs and sniffle. "Hey, hey, hey, it's ok y/n, I'm here, dont worry. If your other 'friends' are using you, just remember you always have us, me, eddie, mike, ben, bev, bill, and stan will always be with you and us. You have friends that love and care for you more than anything in the world. You may be broken but we, your family are here for you. I am here for you, ok." He say coming down to my level a bit, I chuckle a bit "Ok richie, thank you." " Your welcome, come over here and sit with me." He says pointing at two chair next to the stairs.
We sit and start to have small talk. "Do you remember that time, when I threw rocks at your window and i practically poured out tears, because of bowers, and I told you that, secret, and you, you did the exact opposite of what thought you'd do, accepting me...?" I smile " I do remember that, very vividly, it was the first thing I remember when I got back. I still accept you, and I always will no matter what. I wish I was more open to you at the time." I say the last part quietly. He tilts his head " What do you mean by that?" I mustered up the bravery "When we were little I may or may not of had a large crush on you and when you said what you said, I was so fucking happy, but so damn horrified that if I told you that, I liked you, it would affect our friendship." I say smiling and looking away.
Out of know where I feel hands on the sides of my face, lips on mine and the pressure of a body. I'm shocked but quickly ease into it and kiss back. I wrap my hands around his neck pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. I rub my tongue across his bottom lip asking for entrance, he grants it, opening his mouth enough for me to slip my tongue in. I whimper at the loss of contact as he pulls away. "We can continue this later, but I just wanted to say that I felt very strongly for you when we were younger, I was also afraid. Not knowing how to tell you, ate at me for a very long time. Now I'm quite happy you brought it up." He says smiling. I smile back hugging him, I sigh finally knowing that I'm not alone. Now I have somone to be content with.

(If this is corny, do tell me, I know I need to work on it but this is what I got. Hope you enjoyed this, please do stay tuned for more dumb shiit, if you have a request please do request it, I'm open for em'! Bye-bye for now:))