It Imagines/Preferences (+ cast!)

Soulmates | Richie Tozier

a/n: i kinda SORTA rushed the ending of this because this has been in my drafts since 2020 UMMMMMM anyways...

WARNINGS: cursing, violence, and Richie

Summary: Basically Richie is your soulmate and Henry is an ass. Also this is an au where Richie is a "bad boy" aged up to 18 woo

       Soulmates were a rare thing. They rarely popped up these days, specifically carried down by blood. There wasn't much talk on the topic, and if there was it was somebody bashing soulmates. It was obvious it was out of pure jealousy, but man, literally being LINKED to another human being is draining. Trust me, I would know, especially since my soulmate is an ass who basically lives for danger.

       "Another bruise? Are you sure your soulmate isn't a cop or some shit." Beverly questioned, worried about her best friend who's been suffering as of late.

       It started with little bumps and aching muscles. I hadn't thought anything of it, as i'm quite clumsy and could have easily done it myself. However as time went on, those bumps became scars and the aches became terrible purpling bruises swirled with greens and yellows.

       I sighed, lifting my fork to stab my lunch a few times. The food here was basically inedible, but that didn't stop Henry from buying me lunch every damn day. His thick skull can't take a hint, but i'd rather eat it than have him punch me or do something worse.

       "It's getting worse and worse, Bev. I think my soulmate started taking up drinking." I groaned, pushing the palm of my hand against my clammy forehead. Ben, the new kid we picked up, sat down across from me with a grimace on his face. I lifted my head, flashing him a concerned look, to which he just shook his head and began eating.

       "I'll kill this bitch. Just say the word and I'll do it. All i need is a lead pipe, some flex tape, a piece of bubblegum and a-"

       "I'm going to stop you right there," I held my hand up, using the other to rub my temples, "I am too hungover to even want to know."

       Flash forward to sixth period. It was my study hall which sadly Beverly didn't have. I sat in the library, ignoring the longing glances from Henry as he smirked with his gang. I began jotting down useful notes and such, wanting to ace my english test coming up. We're reading another Shakespeare play, shocker.

       "Well look who's here!" Henry chimed, making my eyes squeeze shut.

       Please don't be talking to me please don't be talking to me please don't-

       "Shut the fuck up dude." Richie croaked, earning a hostile shush from the librarian as he entered the library. He rolled his eyes, adjusting his glasses slightly and strolling towards the back table, right past me.

       "You're late again dude, is there a girl I should know about?" Patrick, smug as ever, leaned back in his chair as he chewed the tip of his pencil.

      Assholes... 

       "If you count your mom." Richie mused, leaning back against the adjacent table. Henry's gang roared with laughter, watching Patrick's face contort into anger. The front of his chair landed on the floor with a thud as he leaned forward again, glaring daggers at Richie.

       "Do you want to fucking die, trash mouth?" Patrick spat, earning a shove from Greta as she told him to knock it off. Richie just sighed, plopping down on one of the chairs with a huff. Henry glanced in my direction again, eye brows furrowing once he noticed I was already looking in his direction. I quickly turned back around, hurriedly writing to make it seem like I was busy. Of course that wouldn't stop him though.