Losers club x reader oneshots

Shit, We're Lost

A/N: This is a rewrite of the first Richie x reader. It has cursing in it.

School, such a horribly boring place. Teachers drone on and students hate each other. It wouldn't be so bad if people like Henry Bowers didn't make it a mini-experience of what hell must be like. Plus, they could teach interesting topics and things that are useful. But hey, what can you do? It's not like you can just not go to school though that didn't change your deep wishes that you could. Every morning started the same and every day ended the same. You had definitely considered the possibility that your life was in a constant loop.

Like every morning before, you walked to school with Beverly Marsh. Beverly or 'Bev' was a smart and beautiful girl. The fact that she was single; a shock. Well, it would be if Henry hadn't started the 'Beverly is a massive slut' rumors. Now it seemed like she was a taboo, this, of course, wouldn't stop you from hanging out with her. She was your best friend, your go-to shoulder to cry on. She was the reason you were a part of the Losers. A group of, you guessed it, losers who had no-one but each other. You won't lie, you never considered joining the group until Bev encouraged you to hang out at the Quarry with them.

Being a part of the Losers did have its drawbacks; there was no way to escape Henry and his goons. It was a constant battle each day to walk into the school. Just knowing that he's going to make his stupid comments and invade your personal space. Today was no different, small quips were thrown about and he attempted to corner you and Bev. The usual violence pushed him to retreat off to his class, you were just glad you wouldn't be late.

Time Skip

The clock might as well be stuck in place, it felt like the bell should've rung an hour ago. Today was horrible, just a down-right disaster. You made a fool of yourself at every opportunity, it seemed. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. The annoyance was written all over your face and everyone could tell just how fed up you were. The bell, finally, rang and you nearly knocked your chair down as you jumped up. You raced out of the class as fast as you possibly could. You didn't even wait for any of your friends as you sped out the school and into the nearby forest.

It seemed like just your luck that Henry and his goons would follow you. Almost eager to catch up with you and make your day even worse. Not to mention the, now, concerned Losers who followed you and Bowers into the forest. At this point, the whole school might as well have followed you. It didn't take long for you to stop and face the assholes who were determined to ruin your life. "There's a thousand other places you could be and a thousand other people you could bother," you waved your arm around to point out all the free space around you. "Pick a direction, any direction," you mimicked an announcer. "And walk." "Shut up dumbass." Henry started, "Where are your loser friends? The Jew, fat boy, wheezy, sl-"

You snapped and punched him square in the nose. A shitty day and your friends were being, verbally, attacked? By the same person who seemed to make everyday feel shittier. It was too much. The 'Bowers Gang' were genuinely taken aback. They were hesitant to jump in but even when they did, they had no clue what to do. You took this time to run off, taking a sharp left. The Losers club weren't sure they should draw the attention of the Bowers Gang and backed up slowly. With plans of finding you, without the interruption of Henry, of course. It seemed like a unanimous decision that was the best course of action. Though, it seemed to fly over the head of Richie. Who, instead, chased after you immediately after seeing you take off.

While it was 'brave' of Richie to ensure you were okay, you were very much unaware of his plans. You weren't even aware that all of your friends had been there to witness the sight of you punching Henry. So when you heard approaching footsteps, you assumed it was Henry. Your heart raced. What were you going to do? What was he going to do? However, one can only run so far and run for so long. Eventually, you stopped, gasping. You felt like you were going to pass out. The footsteps grew closer and you panicked. Your sat down, eyes closed and body tense. Waiting. Hot tears streamed down your face and wished they'd just disappear. It wasn't long until you felt a pair of arms encase you. Not what you were expecting. Not at all.

"You good?" Richie inquired, his voice soft and laced with worry. "Yeah. Just," there was a large pause, "had a bad day." A good minute passed or something like that. It felt nice to be able to just block out everything else and just enjoy the hug. "We should probably get out of the woods." You sighed out. You both stood up and looked around. "Where the fuck are we?" You looked for anything familiar but it was just trees and dirt. No trails. Nothing. "Shit, we're lost" "We're going to die out here aren't we?" " I won't lie. It certainly looks as though we will." Richie laughed a little and grabbed your hand. "I think we came from this way." He questioned and pointed at what was definitely not the way you came from. 

A/N: First off, the insults are based off ones that are featured in the movies (1990 and 2017). Hope they don't cause issues. 

Next, changes from the two oneshots I would like to point out. I changed the point of view from the reader and Richie to second person POV. I also decided to leave out the confessions and put intimate moments instead. It seemed like it flowed better and made a bit more sense (too me at least). I apologize if some sentences sound awkward, some areas of the story are written in the best way. However, I did want to get this out today and it wasn't going to get better anytime soon. 

Hope you enjoyed it. It was fun to write. (Though, reading the original was a bit hard.)