IT Oneshots

Neibolt (Richie Tozier)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Request from anon: "you and richie both like each other and you go to the neibolt house and like are holding his hand and are blushing but are super scared and you also fall with eddie and are freaking out and crying when it is tormenting you guys and when it leaves in that scene he grabs you and calms you and when the fight starts you just stand there but do something when he gets punched and he pulls you along with him after the fight and very fluff"

Summary: You and Eddie are attacked in the Neibolt house, leading to the loser's breakup.

Word Count: 3k

Warning(s): Swearing, Richie's dick joke, lil bit of angst, a lot of movie dialogue

You knew it was a mistake from the moment you walked through the front door. It was eerie and muggy, covered in spider webs, rotten wood barely supporting the ground you were walking on. Richie must have noticed your growing distress because he leaned in close to your ear, speaking softly so he would startle you.

"Are you okay?"

You simply nodded, eyes darting around the room for any form of imminent danger. It was normal for Richie to ask you how you were doing, he did it all the time. Over the phone, it was the first question he would ask. However, it wasn't normal for him to make any physical advanced towards you. Richie wasn't very physical with you, which is why you were surprised when you felt his fingers entangling with yours.

Locking your gaze on him, Richie didn't seem like anything was out of the ordinary. He was still walking slowly into the house with you, his eyes carefully evaluating where you two were heading.

He didn't even look as flustered as you were. Your cheeks started heating the moment you felt the warmth of his palm against yours. You prayed that your sweating hands were not that noticeable.

It wasn't like Richie was trying to tell you anything. He was being a nice friend, looking out for you when you're scared. Right. Nothing more.

"I can't believe I pulled the short straw," Richie sighed, "You guys are lucky we're not measuring dicks."

"Shut up Richie," Eddie shut him down instantly.

You sort of agreed with Eddie, now was not the time to joke. It was so fucking creepy you felt a headache beginning to form from the amount of information you were trying to process. Right now, even your shadow could frighten you.

The four of you headed up the stairs, you and Richie following close behind Bill, hands still clutching each other firmly. The stairs were as creepy as the rest of the house. They were winding and so old that you thought it was going to break from underneath you. You didn't touch the banister, lips curling at the amount of dust that had collected on the surface.

The only light that illuminated the second floor was the window in the stairwell. The windows in the room did little to lighten the room, many covered by stapled plywood.

The furniture was old, an abandoned couch still covered by a white cloth. Leaves and dirt were covering the floor, branches from outside trees growing into the building.

The three of you stood frozen, taking in your surroundings. That was until you started to feel Richie tugging your hand. He was walking towards a wall of spider webs. In the middle of it was some sort of paper with 'MISSING' written across the top.

Richie slowly took his hand out of yours, shakily retrieving the paper in the mess of webs and brittle tree branches. He held the paper in his hands, his hands trembling. Bill made his way over, coming to Richie's side to see what it was.