You move to the city of Derry and make some new friends. The losers. But what happens when a domestic killer clown who feeds off of fear hunts you down.

"Beep beep Richie" I told him, he looked at me the same as he always had. And once again tried to lean in, just as he always does. And I pushed his face away. Just as I always do. He frowned. "Sorry hot stuff, but you and I both know you want it" and he was right. But I just never let him have it. No matter how many times he tried. It wasn't me playing hard to get or anything like that. It was me not wanting to get hurt.

One shots and short stories of you and Richie Tozier from IT 2017! I use gender neutral pronouns because you never know who could be reading this I only publish Y/N x Richie but if you want a personal imagine just DM me :)