Welcome To The Loser’s
Anonymous Requested: Could i please have an imagine where the reader is Henry’s little sister and she’s always dragged around by him wherever he and his gang goes? The Losers Club see you one day getting yelled at and pushed around by Henry b/c you don’t want to hang around him anymore and Richie is the first one to leap into action and come to your rescue.
Pairing: Loser’s Club x Reader + Richie x Reader
Warnings: abusive sibling?
“Y/N, do try to keep up. We don’t have time for your dawdling.”
You rolled your eyes, suppressing the urge to do anything more. It was truly becoming too much to handle, your brother and his friends constant nagging and sly remarks. And the fact that you had no choice whether or not to listen to them because Henry always thought it important to drag you along to every single place he went.
Henry didn’t give a shit about you if he was by himself, but anytime he went out with his douchebag of friends, he liked to bring you along. Purely for the purpose of being able to belittle you and intimidate you in front of his friends. Because apparently to your brother, that was “cool”.
You were only two years younger than him, and had never done anything to deserve such treatment. You always did what you could for your brother, mainly because he was your brother. And you just always thought that family stood up for each other and helped one another out. But apparently, not yours.
And your father liked to pretend the two of you didn’t exist unless he needed something from you, so they weren’t really an option.
So instead of hanging out with kids your own age, you were dragged place to place from your brother, teased and bullied by both him and his friends until the day was over.
“Jesus, Henry why do we even bring her along? She’s nothing but a nuisance.”
But today, it was becoming too much.
“You know why, Victor. She’s fun to tease.”
And you weren’t sure you were going to deal with this much longer.
“Haha, yeah. You’re right.”
Their stupid voices were almost too much to bear that you found yourself suddenly freezing in spot, your hands clenched beside you. Henry noticed you out of of the corner of his eye and turned to yell at you before you beat him to it; “stop speaking like i’m not here.” You spat, taking every ounce of confidence you had to speak aloud. “I’m going home, because I won’t stand here and be teased.”
Though the second you finished your words, you immediately regretted it. Henry was an idiot but he was your older brother, meaning he was much larger and taller then you. He could also become very scary if he wanted. So when you saw his face fall and his eyes narrow dangerously, you gulped thickly. “What did you say, Y/N?” Henry asked, as him and his friends stepped forward towards you.
“Yeah, i’m not sure we heard you.” Patrick added, lightly shoving you back with his hand.
Biting your lip, you narrowed your own eyes; “I said i’m going home, i-idiots.”
“Idiots?” Another shove, this one much harder you had to focus on not tripping over your own feet.
“You’re beginning to stutter, squirt.” Henry commented, smiling suddenly. “That makes you a whole lot less threatening.” Henry stepped forward, grabbing you by your shoulders before harshly pushing forward. You weren’t able to catch yourself this time and landed roughly on your bum. You skimmed across the gravel shortly, you groaning in pain. “Not that you were to begin with.”
You stared fearfully up at your brother and his friends, feeling your eyes water. This was not a smart mo-
“Hey, mullet!” Furrowing your brows, you looked past your brothers legs to see a small group of kids, that you recognized some from your class. Specifically the boy who’d spoken, Richie Tozier, who just happened to be in your english class. Nervously, you gazed up at your brother watching as his attention was pulled away from you, his friends as well.
“Why don’t you come over here and act like a man?”
“Oh-Oh, this should be good.” Your brother laughed, walking towards Richie who stood alone besides two other people. Hands grabbed arms, hauling you up and when you turned around you saw Bill Denbrough.
“BIll?” You questioned.
“C-Come on, Richie’s acting a-as a distraction.” The stuttering boy pulled you along, turning different corners until you were down in the forested area of Derry. Panting, you slowed to a stop as you found yourself surrounded by a few more kids. “This is S-Stan, Beverly a-and Ben.”
“Hi.” You waved nervously.
“Woah, nearly got caught.” You turned at the sound of a new voice, finding Richie from before followed by the two other kids. Laughing, he stopped beside you, letting a hand fall on your shoulder. “Your brother’s a real dick, Y/N.”
“Y-Yeah…” You shrugged, rubbing the back of your neck. “I know.”
“Well, anyways. I’m Richie, this is Eddie and Mike.” You waved hello to them again, smiling at your new found friends. “Nice to meet you all.”
“Welcome to the Loser’s, Y/N.”