#richie tozier x reader

[drunkenlyamess]

⊹₊⟡⋆Richie Tozier multi ff

⊹₊⟡⋆Richie Rozier x m!oc

⊹₊⟡⋆CW- Drinking, cussing, mentions of body dysmorphia, m!oc is low-key a horrible person, enemies to lovers, homophobia, bullying, smoking, questioning of sexuality.

⊹₊⟡⋆AN- this is a very long chapter, mostly of Scotty intro. Which he’s a total asswipe, main characters ain’t always gonna be likable I guess. All wrote in 3rd person. Reblogs and comments are always suggested.

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THE stench of strong liquor clung to the air, thick and pungent. It was a smell that never quite left Scotty's room, lingering as if was foggy memory that haunts ones brain. The faint, stale scent of cigarettes also clung to his clothes, weaving through the fabric of his wardrobe, leaving traces of nicotine and ash in every corner.

A muffled groan broke the stillness, the sound low and raspy as Scotty stirred beneath his plaid comforter. His limbs were tangled up in the thick fabric, struggling against its tight hold. With a sudden motion, he kicked the comforter off his body, and it fell in a lazy, soft plop to the wooden floor with the rest of the clutter in his room.

Slowly, he rose, gripping the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing the sheets still warm from his body. The coldness of the air conditioned room seemed to hit him at once, but the heat from the bed lingered on his skin. He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, the heaviness still clinging to his eyes. The sunlight, pale and weak, filtered through the curtains, spilling into the room in thin, fractured beams. The light cast itself over the clutter—dirty clothes, empty bottles, half smoked cigarette butts—painting the mess in strange, warm shades of orange.

It was almost surreal how something so chaotic, so unkempt, could be made to look, if not beautiful, then at least strangely poetic in the soft embrace of the morning light.

But Scotty never cared to see the beauty in anything, not in the world around him, nor in the people who crossed his path. He was the kind of person who only saw the cracks in the pavement, the stains on the walls, the flaws in everything. Some said he was a natural pessimist, but Scotty liked to think it was simply a clearer way of looking at things. After all, the world didn’t give him any reason to believe in its goodness, so why bother pretending? Maybe it was because, deep down, he knew he was a terrible person—a fact that wasn't exactly a secret to anyone who knew him. There wasn’t a single person who could name one decent thing he’d ever done, not even him. But he wasn’t about to lose sleep over it. Life was too short to sit around and worry about stuff like that. The more you cared, the more it dragged you down.

With a grunt, Scotty pushed himself off the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool wooden floor with a soft thud. The slight chill of the wood against his soles sent a shiver through him, but the warmth of the room still clung to his skin, like a half-forgotten memory. He swayed for a moment, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he took in the chaotic disarray of his room.

Without a second thought, he kicked the mess aside, the sound of his foot pushing through papers and bottles of alcohol that was drunk to very last drop echoing briefly before silence returned. Stumbling forward, he half-walked, half-shuffled towards the door, his mind barely registering the action as he moved. The hallway outside was dim, lit only by the weak morning light filtering in from somewhere down the stairs. He reached for the bathroom door, fingers wrapping around the cold metal knob, only to find it locked.

A frustrated groan escaped his throat, low and guttural, as he shoved his shoulder into the door, his fist pounding against the wood. Each bang was harder than the last, a rhythmic thud that resonated in the quiet house, as if the force of his anger might somehow break through, both the door and the frustration gnawing at him. But nothing gave way—not the door, not his bitterness. The silence that followed felt even heavier.

“You’re taking forever,” Scotty muttered through the door, his voice flat and laced with irritation. He let his hand drop to his side, fingers lightly tapping against his leg as he shifted his weight impatiently from one foot to the other. His mind wandered as he stood there, but the silence was starting to annoy him more than usual.

The door creaked open just as he was about to say something else, nearly hitting him in the process. His younger sister stood in the doorway, looking at him with a mix of annoyance and indifference. She was only a few months younger than him, but there was always a noticeable difference in how people treated them. Despite being only a grade below, she always seemed to get the attention. And it wasn’t because she was anything special to him; it was because she looked just like their mother—sharp features, easy smile, the kind of face that caught compliments from strangers and praise from teachers. He was fine with that. Scotty was used to being the shadow, the one who slid under the radar, always a step behind.

“You just woke up. You don’t even know how long I’ve been in here,” she muttered, her voice muffled from behind the door as she stepped out. The dim light of the bathroom spilled into the hallway, casting a pale glow over the small space. She was already dressed, her outfit as unremarkable as ever—a brightly colored shirt that looked identical to every other shirt she owned. It was loud, just like her, but not in the way people would expect. There was something about her presence that drew people in, some easy charm that seemed to make her fit in wherever she went.

Despite that, she always hung out with the same group of weirdos—the ones who proudly called themselves the "Losers Club," a name that Scotty found both ridiculous and oddly fitting. He didn’t get it, didn’t get her, but she seemed to like it. It was like she was trying to prove that she didn’t care about what others thought, even when it was obvious she did.

“Okay, whatever,” Scotty mumbled, already losing interest. He shoved past her, not bothering to move gently. His shoulder brushed against her as he entered the bathroom, a little more force than necessary, his irritation flaring up. As he spun around on his heel, he slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the small hallway.

He could hear her groan on the other side of the door, a mix of frustration and resignation. The soft thud of her shoes hitting the floor grew fainter as she walked off, the sound muffled by the thick wood between them. He didn't care.

Turning toward the mirror, Scotty let his eyes drift over his reflection, his gaze immediately drawn to the deep bags under his eyes—puffy and dark, the remnants of sleepless nights and days that bled into each other without distinction. He didn’t need anyone to tell him he looked like hell. It was clear in every line of his face. His eyes slowly shifted downward, tracing the outline of his bare torso. He barely recognized himself anymore—skin stretched thin over bones, his chest narrow and ribs visible beneath his pale skin. "Skin and bone," he thought bitterly, as though that’s all he was, that’s all he'd ever be. His hands hovered over his ribs, fingertips pressing lightly into the hollows, the bone sharp under the surface, a constant reminder of how little substance he felt he had left.

With a quiet exhale, he let his hands drop, the feeling of his own body somehow both foreign and familiar. It was like he was looking at a version of himself that didn’t belong, a body that had aged in the wrong direction.

He reached for his toothbrush, not bothering with any sort of routine. He squeezed out a generous amount of toothpaste and brushed quickly, his motions mechanical. The minty freshness of the paste hit his mouth, but it felt out of place, like he was trying to erase something that couldn’t be scrubbed away. When he finished, he spat into the sink, the white foam mingling with the grime and stains that had settled there—who knew how long it had been since the sink had been cleaned? The dark stains of toothpaste that had dyed the porcelain over time were a constant reminder of his sister’s careless habits. It was one of those things he never bothered to fix, not that it mattered.

Bending down, he rifled through the cluttered bathroom cabinet, his hands brushing past half-empty bottles of shampoo and old cans of shaving cream, until his fingers finally closed around the familiar glass bottle—vodka, the kind that always sat in the back of the cabinet like an old friend, waiting for him. His fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle as he pulled it free, the weight of it grounding him in some way. He twisted the cap open, and the sharp, pungent smell of alcohol instantly hit his nose, burning his senses as he raised it to his lips. He took a quick sip, the taste of the vodka mixing with the leftover minty freshness of his toothpaste, the two flavors clashing in his mouth. The combination was jarring, leaving a bitter aftertaste that made him grimace slightly. He couldn’t help but cringe as the burn spread down his throat.

Scotty slammed the bottle down on the counter, the harsh sound of glass against the tile making him flinch. His head shook involuntarily, the alcohol settling uneasily in his stomach.

He quickly grabbed a shirt from the laundry basket sitting by the door—something from the pile of worn clothes he never bothered to sort. He brought it to his nose, sniffed it briefly, and shrugged as he threw it on. It didn’t smell terrible—probably a little stale, but it would do. He dug around for something else to wear, finally pulling out a pair of jorts from the pile at the bottom. The denim was faded, worn out at the seams, but they were comfortable enough. He slid them on without a second thought, not bothering with the belt as they hung low around his hips.

He stepped out of the bathroom, flicking the light switch off with a quiet snap, the dim glow of the hallway casting long shadows as he turned the corner. The silence of the house seemed to close in on him as he walked down the narrow hallway, the floor creaking under his feet with every step. His mind was elsewhere, distracted by the thoughts that always buzzed around, uninvited and relentless.

As he entered the living room, his eyes immediately fell on the empty spot by the door where his sister’s book-bag usually sat. It was gone. That meant she was probably out with her "loser friends," as he liked to call them. It was an odd mix of resentment and indifference that he felt toward her social life—resentment because it felt like she was always somewhere else, somewhere he could never be, but indifference because, honestly, he didn’t care much about what she did anymore.

The sound of a car horn blared from outside, sharp and insistent. Scotty’s attention snapped to the window, and he could see the faint outline of a car idling on the street. He groaned under his breath, annoyed at the time slipping away faster than he’d expected. With a quick motion, he slipped on a pair of socks—one was mismatched, but it didn’t matter—and pulled on his worn-out Converse shoes. They had seen better days, the soles were practically flat, and the laces were fraying, but they were familiar, and in his world, that was good enough.

His bookbag, the one he had left by the door last night in a pile of clutter, was now hastily grabbed and thrown over his shoulder, the strap digging into his skin as he rushed out the front door. The door slammed behind him, the sound of it reverberating down the quiet street as he sprinted toward the car waiting for him.

He slid into the backseat of the familiar Chevrolet Cavalier, the leather of the seat cracked and worn from years of use. He barely registered the thrum of the engine as he tossed his bookbag beside him and plopped down next to Tina. She was already there, her cheerful smile almost blinding in its brightness, her presence filling the space around her like a constant, warm light.

Tina was one of those people who seemed to radiate goodness, like the sun itself could hardly shine any brighter than she did. People liked her easily—hell, even strangers liked her, it seemed. She was everything Scotty wasn’t, and he knew it. Tina deserved better, better than the chaos that seemed to follow him around, better than the mess he called a life. He didn’t deserve her friendship, but somehow, she’d stuck around. She was the kind of person everyone knew, the kind of person that should’ve been hanging out with the popular kids, not with a group like his.

The rest of their friends were no better. Jet and David, his best friends, were a bad influence in their own right—each one was a reflection of the same recklessness, the same kind of self-destructive behavior that had become second nature to Scotty. They didn’t offer anything good, just a series of bad decisions and distractions that only made him feel worse about the hole he couldn’t seem to climb out of.

But Tina, despite everything, kept showing up. She was always there, and Scotty couldn’t quite figure out why she stuck by him. Maybe it was pity, maybe it was something else.

“Yo, Scotty!” Jet called out, turning his head to face him from the passenger seat as David floored the gas pedal, the car screeching around the corner and weaving through the quiet neighborhood streets. The sound of the engine roared, but the air outside felt eerily still, as if the entire world was holding its breath.

Jet had that laid-back, effortless vibe—cool brown hair that always looked like it was styled without trying, and dark brown eyes that always carried the weight of exhaustion. His skin was tanned, and it did a decent job of hiding the pimples that dotted his face, but Scotty noticed. He always did. They’d been best friends since pre-K, always attached at the hip, like some kind of inseparable duo in the eyes of their parents. Scotty could still hear his mom’s voice, reminiscing about the good old days when they were so close. "You two were thick as thieves," she’d say with a nostalgic smile. But that was a lifetime ago—before everything had started falling apart.

Scotty grunted in response, shifting in his seat before reaching over to dap up Jet, their hands slapping together in a practiced greeting. He could feel the familiar warmth of his friend's palm, the same as it had been since they were kids. They had a bond that was impossible to break, even if it sometimes felt like it was all just a facade. After the quick exchange, Scotty let himself slump back into the seat, the worn leather creaking beneath him.

Tina, who had been sitting silently next to him, shot him a quick glance as he settled back. The moment her eyes flickered over him, the faintest wrinkle of concern formed between her brows. She’d caught the scent. It hit her all at once—the stale burn of vodka mixed with the remnants of minty toothpaste still lingering on his breath.

“Did you even do your hair? Jeez, Scotty.” Tina huffed, her voice light but tinged with irritation. Without waiting for an answer, she reached over, grabbing his head gently but firmly. She ran her fingers through his messy, shaggy hair, flattening it out a little, trying to tame the chaos. But as her fingers moved through the strands, the smell of alcohol grew stronger. Her expression shifted from irritation to concern. She paused, her brow furrowing. “Have you been drinking?” she asked, her tone more serious now, her eyes locking onto his.

Scotty winced internally but managed to mask it with a shrug. “It’s the last day of school, it’s fine,” he said, rolling his eyes as though the question was some kind of overreaction. It wasn’t like he was drunk. Just a couple of sips to get through the morning. He hoped Tina didn’t press him too much; the last thing he needed was a lecture.

Tina didn’t seem convinced. Her hand dropped from his head as she leaned back in her seat, staring at him with a mix of frustration and worry. But she stayed quiet, knowing he wouldn’t listen anyway.

David, who had been keeping his eyes on the road while simultaneously trying to keep up with the conversation, finally chimed in from the driver’s seat. “Scotty, come on. We’re just looking out for you,” he said, his voice calm but laced with concern. The car jerked slightly as he turned the wheel, signaling they were pulling into the school parking lot. The tires squealed a little as he brought the car to an abrupt stop, the engine rumbling to a low growl.

Scotty didn’t answer right away. His eyes shifted toward the school, feeling the weight of their words pushing down on him. He didn’t need to hear it. “I don’t need y’all’s comments,” he muttered, his voice laced with irritation. “Y’all ain’t my parents.”

The words felt hollow even as he said them, but he stuck to his usual defense. It was easier to lash out than to admit that maybe, just maybe, they were right. Maybe he was slipping. He grabbed his bookbag with a quick motion, yanking it off the floor and throwing it over his shoulder. With a final, sharp movement, he threw open the car door and slammed it shut behind him. The car rocked slightly from the impact, a subtle tremor that seemed to mirror the unsettled feeling crawling up his spine.

He didn’t wait for anyone else to say anything. Instead, he stormed off, his shoes tapping sharply against the pavement as he made his way toward the school entrance, the echo of his footsteps blending with the distant hum of conversation. The door to his life was closing behind him, and no one was going to stop him from walking through it alone.

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[eternal-sunshine-222]

IT MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

BILL DENBROUGH

-coming soon!

RICHIE TOZIER

-coming soon!

EDDIE KASPBRAK

-coming soon!

STANLEY URIS

-coming soon!

MIKE HANLON

-coming soon!

BEN HANSCOM

-coming soon!

BEVERLY MARSH

-coming soon!

HENRY BOWERS

-coming soon!

PATRICK HOCKSTETTER

-Infatuated (Patrick x Fem!Reader) (part 1?)

REGINALD "BELCH" HUGGINS

-coming soon!

VICTOR CRISS

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

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DISCARDED. ⋆｡°✩ richie tozier x gn!kaspbrak!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 2.8K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ mostly angst then little but of fluff, lots of movie dialogue at first, gross stuff because its a horror movie!! reader is eddies twin, gender neutral and quiet reader, terrible ending yk me, not really a defined relationship its more just an implied shared crush ! .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ you’ve always been a quiet person, especially being the least favorite in your family. the losers didn’t realize how bad it was until neibolt. ꩜  .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ omg… maxine posts something that ISNT TWD RELATED?1?1?!1 WHATTTT????? i hope you guys enjoyy i know its very different but i wanted to give myself a little different dialogue i guess?? i wanted to write for something different for once!! except it was a little funky trying to write for a character not in twd... this definitely isnt my best work!! but as alwaysss if you guys really want a part two ill make one!

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you were lucky to have a brother like eddie in a family such as the kaspbraks. 

the two of you were twins, and due to your mothers lack of hospital visits when she was pregnant, she thought she was just having one boy. you were… an unpleasant surprise, to say the least. 

as you grew up, you frequently wondered why your mother didn’t just put you up for adoption. it was a crazy thought, but it was true. it was obvious to everybody that eddie was her favorite, and you understood why. he was nice, clean, and he loved her.

you also were nice and loved her, but you believed it just wasn’t enough.

you started hanging out with your brother and his group of friends he called, ‘the losers club,’ not so long after bill’s brother georgie went missing. which also was not so long after your own… weird experience.

bill had told you the weird things he thought happened to his brother, and you didn’t think about how it correlated to you until the following day when you had a run-in with pennywise. 

you were lucky to have made out of that with just a gash on your knee, which your brother cleaned up for you after you excused it as ‘falling off your bike.’ 

it's been a little while since that incident, and much more crazy stuff has happened. everyone has had their own experience with pennywise at this point, and you all finally got your lead on where pennywise lived.

neibolt. 

nobody really wanted to go inside besides bill, so you guys got straws and whoever got the shortest one would have to go in. 

you, richie, and eddie were the unlucky ones. the only luck on your guy's side was bill being brave enough to willingly go inside.

“i can’t believe i pulled the short straw.” richie sighed, his voice lightly laced with fear. “you guys are lucky you’re not measuring dicks.”

you let out a light laugh, which made richie smile. the two of you had gotten close through your similar sense of humor, although you didn’t make most of the jokes. you were very quiet, and barely talked. you just laughed with him.

you followed richie as he walked over to a weird spider web that seemed to have something entangled in it. you watched his demeanor quickly shift as he unfolded the paper.

“what? what is it richie?” you moved over to his side to look at the paper.

“it- it says i’m missing.” his eyes went wide and his expression blank as he looked at the descriptions on the paper.

bill walked over in front of the two of you. “y-you’re not missing, richie.” 

richies chest began to rise up and down as he spoke again. “then why does it say it there?! that’s my shirt, that's my hair, that's my face!”

“richie calm down, it’s not real!” you put your hand on his shoulder, reaching for the paper.

“that’s my name, that’s my age, that’s the date!”

“calm down, this isn’t real.” bill tried intervening.

“what the fuck?!” richie continued to panic. you reached over and successfully took the paper away from him. “it says i’m missing, am i missing? am i gonna disappear?”

“richie.” you put your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to console him. “look at me. this isn’t real, he’s trying to mess with you. that’s his whole deal. it’s not real. you’re not going to go missing. not on my watch. or bills, or eddies.”

richie's face softened and he appeared to be more calm, just obviously shaken up. but that was quickly thrown away at the voice of a girl.

“hello?” the voice called. “hello..? help me, please!” 

“betty?” you questioned, looking up the stairs,

“ripsom?” richie continued.

you turned around, hearing a creepy, old voice saying your brother's name. you could see that he heard it, too.

“guys, do you hear that?” eddie asked, but richie and bill were too distracted by the girl at the stairs. you nodded at eddie and began following him towards the sound.

the two of you walked into the room, holding onto each other. ever since you two were little, you would hold onto each other whenever you guys were nervous.

you two looked around, when you suddenly heard a creek from behind you 

“guys?” eddie called out, looking and noticing the door shut.

“guys!” you yelled, running up to the door and attempting to open it. you could hear richie and bill on the other side of the door trying to open it, too.

“help!” you yelled, kicking the door.

you and eddie stepped back a bit, trying to find a way to get out. but when you turned around, you two spotted the floor breaking.

“time to take your pill, eddie.” you heard the creepy voice say behind the two of you. 

you both turned around to look, but as eddie made eye contact with the man, he fainted, falling down the hole and dragging you with.

you let out a yell, but you weren’t sure what exactly it was that you were yelling. 

you felt a crack beneath you as you and eddie fell onto a table. you were dizzy and your vision was almost completely blurry. the only thing you could feel was something warm dripping down from your forehead.

you groaned, attempting to move your hand up to your head. when you pulled it back, your hand was covered in your own blood. 

you could feel yourself slipping in and out of consciousness.

“y/n?” eddie called, looking over at your bloody figure. “holy shit!”

you looked at his arm, completely snapped in half. “eddie…”

he looked uneasy. he never liked blood, or, well, anything gross. everyone knew that. 

you two looked forward, seeing a familiar glove on the fridge in front of you guys, opening the fridge door from the inside. 

“IT..” you weakly called out. 

he walked out of the fridge, untwisting his body around, staring at you guys. 

it didn’t even feel real. you felt like you were hallucinating from your blood loss. 

“time to float.”

there was a loud ringing in your ears as he approached.

he ran up to eddie, holding onto his face and mocking him. eddie was attempting to hit him, and you threw yourself forward and weakly punched IT in the cheek in an attempt to get him away from your brother. 

he moved his attention to you, grabbing your face in his hand. “tasty, tasty, beautiful fear.”

“you’re… not real.” you whispered, sounding delirious. 

IT’s mouth began opening and getting closer to yours. 

“no, no, no!” eddie yelled, frantically looking around for a way to help you. 

but pennywise came to a halt when he heard the creek of a door. 

“help!” eddie screamed, resulting in pennywise throwing his hand over his mouth.

you could feel your body starting to pass out, but you were fighting it. “..shit.”

richie and bill ran into the room.

“eddie, y/n?!” richie yelled, looking at you and eddie on the ground, one bleeding from the head and the others arm in half.

“this isn’t real enough for you, billy?” pennywise taunted bill, squeezing your face as he talked. “i’m not real enough for you?” 

bill stayed silent, spacing out in fear.

“holy shit.” richie blurted out.

“it was real enough for georgie.” 

as they were frozen in fear, pennywise leaped forward towards the two, but beverly quickly stabbed him in the eye, stopping him.

“richie..” you looked up at him, your blood dripping past your eye. 

“get y/n and eddie - get y/n and eddie.” richie frantically said.

you began slipping in and out of reality again. every time it felt like you just blinked, everybody would be in a different position in the room.

you saw ben get his stomach cut open by IT’s claws, but when you blinked again, everyone was surrounding you and eddie and IT seemed to have gone away. 

“they’re awake!” beverly called, her hand on your shoulder. 

you felt your wound, which was now bandaged in whatever cloth they could find. there was still dried blood on your face. 

you couldn’t find words to describe how you were feeling. you were in pain, and scared. you were speechless.

richie turned over and hugged you tightly. “oh, thank god.” his voice was shaken.

he turned back over to eddie, looking at his broken arm. “okay.. i’ll put the arm back in place.”

eddie begins shaking his head frantically. “do not fucking touch me!” 

richie begins counting down, setting his hands up on his arm.

“do not fucking touch me!” eddie repeats, but right as he says it, richie snaps the arm back in place. 

“holy shit..” you whispered, looking away quickly.

…

you guys pedaled back to bills house, you rode on the back of richies bike. shortly after, your mom met up in front. she was furious.

she grabbed eddie and put him in the front seat, slamming the door shut. “you, you did this.” she angrily said, pointing at everyone, including you. “you know how delicate he is.”

“what about me, mom?” you angrily muttered under your breath.

“what was that?” she stepped closer to you, looking down at you.

“what about me?” you repeated angrily. “mom, my head is split open, i- i barely know what is happening right now, and all you care about is eddie!”

“do not speak to me like that.” she firmly stands, putting her finger on your chest. “you think your brother deserved to get hurt?” 

“no! obviously not!” your voice began getting higher and higher. “it’s the way you’re acting like nothing happened to me, or anyone else here. we were attacked, it wasn’t anyone's fault. ben's stomach is cut open, too! it wasn’t just eddie!”

she shakes her head and grabs your arm, attempting to pull you into the car. you pull your arm away. “what are you doing?” 

“i’m not going home with you. obviously eddie needs all the attention he can get.” you crossed your arms and stepped back. “i’ll be home tomorrow.”

she scoffs and shrugs, stepping away into the car and driving off. 

that was the most you think you’ve ever spoken in your life.

you began taking deeper breaths, putting your hands over your face. you felt a hand placed on your shoulder, and when you looked up, it was richie.

he didn’t say anything, he just simply pulled you into a hug.

“i saw the well.” bill speaks up after a moment of silence. you break from your hug with richie to look at him. “w-w-we know where it is, and next time we’ll be more prepared.”

“no!” stanley yells. “no next time, bill! you’re insane!” 

“why? we all know nobody else is going to do anything.” beverly defends bill, making you scoff.

“are you serious?” you mumbled, rolling your eyes.

“eddie and y/n were nearly killed!” richie reminds the two angrily. he looks over at ben and points to him. “and look at this motherfucker! he’s leaking hamburger helper!” 

you looked up at richie with a solemn smile.

“we can’t pretend it’s gonna go away.” beverly continues, looking sort of frantic. “ben, you said it yourself, it comes back every 27 years.”

ben shakes his head, sort of distraught. “fine! i’ll be forty and far away from here. i thought you said you wanted to get out of this town too.”

“because i want to run towards something, not away.”

“i’m sorry, who invited molly ringwald into the group?” richie says, getting flipped off by beverly in the process.

“richie..” you attempt to calm him down, but he’s obviously shaken up.

“i’m just saying, let’s face facts.” he continues. “real world, georgie is dead. stop trying to get us killed, too.”

richie takes your hand and tries to pass by bill, but bill quickly stops him. “georgie’s not dead.”

richie takes a deep breath before continuing. “you couldn’t save him, but you can still save yourself.” 

he attempts to walk by with you again, but bill stands in the way. “no, t-t-take it back! you’re scared, we all are, but take it back!” 

bill shoves richie on his last ‘take it back,’ making you stumble over yourself a bit. richie shoves bill back, resulting in bill punching richie in the face, almost knocking his glasses off.

“bill, what the fuck?!” you yelled, running over to pick richie up with stanley and mike.

“you’re just a bunch of losers!” richie yells as you guys hold him back from bill. “fuck off!”

“richie, stop!” stanley says, trying to keep him back.

“you’re just a bunch of losers, and you’ll get yourselves killed trying to catch a fucking stupid clown!” richie yells before beverly pushes herself in between bill and him.

richie pushed you, mike, and stanley off of him. 

“stop!” she looks back at richie then bill as she speaks. “this is what IT wants. IT wants to divide us! we were all together when we hurt IT, that’s why we're still alive!” 

“yeah?” richie speaks up again, grabbing your arm. “well, i plan to keep it that way.” he shoulder-checks bill as he makes it back to his bike. 

you look over at bill, as if there was something to say in a situation like this. but really, there wasn't. you just exchanged disappointed looks at one another before you sat on the back of richies bike and rode away.

…

you were now at richies house. he brought over a couple gauze pads and bandages, a damp cloth, and some antibiotic ointments he found.

“how are you feeling?” he asked, sitting down next to you on his bed. 

you silently shrugged. so much had just happened, you couldn’t even think about how you actually felt. 

he nodded understandingly, setting his numerous medical supplies next to him. “can i help you clean your cut?” 

you nodded, turning your body over to face him. richie seemed to be pretty nervous, you noticed from his hands shaking as he reached over to take your original ‘bandage’ off. after he took it off, he grimaced and pressed his lips together. “holy shit. are you sure you’re okay?”

you reached your hand up to your head and felt the gash. you couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt to be pretty large. “um.. yes?” a laugh ended up escaping you, a nervous one, but a laugh nonetheless. “i mean, it hurts really bad, but not as bad as it did earlier.”

richie smiles anxiously as he reaches over to grab the damp washcloth. “alright, if you say so. let me know if this hurts.”

he puts his hand up to your cheek and begins taking care of your wound, softly cleaning off the blood around the gash. despite the intense sting, you tightly close your eyes and bite your cheek. 

after a while, he finishes cleaning and bandaging your wound, but his hand still awkwardly lays on the side of your face. richie looks at your freshly bandaged head, then your eyes. but the second you made eye contact, he cleared his throat and turned his body away. 

you and richie always had an awkward tension ever since you met him. even eddie had pointed it out a couple times to you. 

you laid down next to him, resting your head right next to his legs and looking up at him. he looked down at you awkwardly for a moment before laughing. “whats up?”

“you’ve got something on your glasses.” you said, fully serious. 

he raised his eyebrow, a look of genuine confusion laying on his face. “what? where?”

“right…” you smiled before reaching up and knocking his glasses off of his face, “..there.”

richies eyes shut as his glasses fall to his lap, but he laughs at your action anyways. “hah.. okay. rude.” 

as he reaches to put his glasses back on, you notice a bruise forming on his cheek. the same cheek that bill had punched earlier. “hey, wait.” you grab his glasses as you sit back up, getting a better look at the bruise. “you should really put some ice on that..”

“huh? what’re you talking about?” 

“your cheek, richie. its bruising.” you gesture to his face.

he moves his hand up to the cheek, wincing a bit at the pressure. “oh, right.” his tone and body language changed to appear more angry as he thought back at what had happened just a few hours ago. “so fucking stupid.” he muttered under his breath.

“come on.” you grab one of his hands, putting his glasses back on with the other. “let’s just go get something to help.” you step off of the bed.

he looks down at your hands together nervously before following you off of the bed with a nod. “..alright.” 

“..do you wanna go to the arcade afterwards?” you said with a smile in an attempt to brighten his mood. 

he looks up at you with a smile. he looks at a loss for words and simply nods in response. 

so, the two of you grab an icepack- well, a frozen bag of peas - and begin heading over to the arcade together. 

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[problematic0011]

𝐂αυ𝗀ɦ𝗍

Title: Caught

FEM!reader x Richie Tozier

Prompt: Y/N usually take the city bus with her friends, also known as the Losers Club, well this time she feel asleep on the bus and wakes up on her long time crushes’s lap, Richie Tozier. 

[The Losers are like 15 or 16 in this 🎈]

I walked onto the cold, loud bus. I searched the seats for Eddie, the chatter on the bus was almost louder than my own thoughts, but it all got shut out when I sat down happily on the blue hard plastic seats on the bus right next to my best friend since the day we were born, Eddie Kaspbrak, he smiled at me, the bumps in the bus bouncing me in my seat and the view outside speeding by as we gained speed. I ruffled his brown hair, he swatted my hand away. "You could have lice."

"Wha- You make no sense, Kaspbrak."

"I make perfect sense, lice can be transf-" I cut him off by quickly jerking my head so my hair swung into his face and hair. 

That boy shrieked. 

I stopped and started dying of laughter, to the point I was basically falling off my seat. "This is not funny." Eddie pouted. I panted and looked at Eds.

"This is hilarious, Eds."

"Here comes your boyfriend." Eddie said in a sing song voice. I looked to see Richie coming over. 

“Hey, Eds,” Richie greeted, taking a seat next to me. “Hey, hot stuff.” He smirked at me.

"Fuck off, Tozier." I said to him. I had a massive crush on Richie but I pretended like I hated when he said stuff like that. I grabbed a book from my bag and started reading as Eds read over my shoulder. I felt a tug on my hair, I looked up to see Richie attempting to braid a small strand of my hair, I rolled my eyes and continued to read.

After a bit I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. I rested my head on Eddie's shoulder and fell asleep.

The bus hit a bump and I woke up, I looked up to see Richie. My head now rested on Richie's shoulder and my legs were draped over his, practically sitting on his lap. Hey, you're awake, hot stuff." Richie said happily. I looked to see Eddie, Stan and Bill with smug smirks on their faces, Bill and Stan sat across from us just staring. I closed my eyes again.

"S-seriously y-y/n?" Bill asked. "W-aasn't this you, 'o-oh, I don't l-like Richie' 'no h-he's just a f-friend' 'R-Richie is s-so annoying, I d-don't like him'?"

"What, his shoulder's comfy. Don't judge me." I defended myself. "And I don't like Richie."

"Sure you don't, hot stuff."

I blushed. "Don't even act like you don't like that nickname." Eds joked.

"W-when's the w-wedding?" Bill teased. Richie wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head which made my face go red and hot.

"Can you guys stop PDAing, it’s disgusting." Stan said.

"Oh, what, you mean this?" Richie placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up and we kissed. At first I was taken aback, my eyes shot open, the vicious vampire butterfly’s in my stomach felt like they were on cocaine. But I relaxed after a second, my hands found his hair and I leaned into the kiss, his kiss felt like a breath of fresh air, like I could finally think and move freely, like I was living life for the first time. My hands twisted in his hair and his arms wrapped around my waist. When we finally broke apart it was because I felt a cold wet substance dump all over us. I looked up to see and smirk plastered on Eddie's face while he held a now empty plastic water bottle above our head. I didn’t care that I was wet and cold sitting on a loud crowded bus, I was pumped I just kissed Richie.

[sofiathefirsts]

✿ secret sleepovers and comic books

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

You walk up the stairs of your house, trying to be the quietest you can possibly be since it was pretty late; some where around 11 or midnight and you knew your mother would kill you if she came home from work and heard you wandering around the house. Your mom was working a night shift at her job for some extra change, your older sister was in her room talking to her boyfriend who she snuck in, and your young sister you’d put to bed not too long ago.

You were tired but for some reason couldn’t fall asleep so you tried to find things to tire yourself out (to which you absolutely failed). You walked into your bedroom and sit down on your bed, staring into space for a bit, almost not noticing the knocking on your window. You turned to your window and see a familiar face that just brightened your entire being. A smile engulfed your face as you tiptoed over to your window and opened it, now facing the one and only Richie Tozier.

“Hiii” you excitedly whispered as you kissed him on the cheek. “Hey, I uhm was wondering if I could sleep here tonight, if that’s fine with you”, Richie nervously asked you as he looked down. “Of course, we just have to be really quiet” you told him as you held out a hand to help him inside of your room. “Are you alright?” You ask him as he takes a seat on your bed. “Yeah, my mom and dad were just uhh arguing, again” Richie mumbles, a bit of sadness evident on his face. You walk toward him and sit yourself down beside him, taking his hand in yours as you say, “I’m sorry, I’m sure it’ll be over soon”. Richie leaned his head on your shoulder, staying quiet and enjoying the peaceful silence of your home.

After moments of staying silent and enjoying each others company, you finally speak up. “I got a new comic book, do you want to read it with me?”, looking down at the dark haired boy. “Sure” he agrees with a smile on his face. And here you both were, under your soft blankets and cuddled up close together, a comic book in your hands as you quietly read it to him as he slowly drifted to sleep as you did too.

[ifangirlalot]

wpuld richie jizzing his pants be too weird to request as a oneshot.. am i too freaky for this..

Pookie did a post on this, check her out 👁️👁️

[gulnarsultan]

" Scenario "

You were Richie's little sister. You are close friends with Georgie. You were only a few years older than Georgie. Your older brother Richie, actually wasn't keen on you being friends with Georgie. But being happy prevented Richie from talking about it. To be honest, Bill was apprehensive at first about you and his brother being friends. However, as time went by, Bill realized that you were not like your brother at all. Bill had begun to see you as a sister. But soon that dark day came. The rainy day you left home to play with Georgie, you never came back. Richie became a worse character after losing you. Bill never gave up searching for both his brother and you. When he finally encountered the ghosts of you and Georgie, Bill was stuck in confusion and other emotions. He swears he will definitely avenge you and Gerogie. Richie is touched emotionally when he encounters your soul. He apologizes for not being able to protect you. Even if you are not alive, he feels a little bit happy because he knows that he can see you once again. He will most likely support Bill and his gang in capturing and destroying the clown.

[drunkenlyamess]

⊹₊⟡⋆Richie Tozier multi ff

⊹₊⟡⋆Richie Rozier x m!oc

⊹₊⟡⋆CW- Drinking, cussing, mentions of body dysmorphia, m!oc is low-key a horrible person, enemies to lovers, homophobia, bullying, smoking, questioning of sexuality.

⊹₊⟡⋆AN- this is just a mood broads, so like you can skip. This is just to show the face claim for Scotty.

→ 01

00

Scott (Scotty) Maverick

-16-

Jenny (Jen) Maverick

-14-

Richie (trash mouth) Tozier

-15-

→ 01

[ifangirlalot]

Hi! Can you do 10, protective with Richie tozier or Boris pavlikovsky X male! Reader?

(also can I be 🏳️‍⚧️anon?)

╭─────────────────────────.★..─╮ (\ (\ („• ֊ •„) ╭・🎈 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐙𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐂 𓂃❨˖ ₊ ⊹ ━O━O━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ・:。𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝! 「 ✉️ 」・:三 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╭┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╮ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘙𝘌: protective ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘛: "how long has it been since you've eaten?" ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎: richie tozier x male!reader ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋: 🏳️‍⚧️ nonnie ｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆ 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎(𝘚): reader has an eating problem (can be assumed to be an ED, but doesn't have to be ｡˚ ⋆ ╰┈ • ┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈ • ┈╯ ╰─..★.─────────────────────────╯

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Richie Tozier was not an observant guy. At least, not usually. He could probably walk right through a tornado and not have the foggiest idea until it was too late. But that all changed when it came to his loved ones. For instance, he was well aware that his boyfriend [Name] had issues with eating. He had first noticed during lunch at school one day. [Name] was just pushing the food around his tray with his fork, not eating it, just sort of.. rearranging it so that it looked like he had been. In fact, that was what he was doing now. His fork swirled different patterns into his food, but Richie noticed that not one single bit of it made its way to his mouth. "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Richie asked quietly, not taking his eyes off his pretty boy. Surprised, [Name] dropped his fork. "Sorry, what?" "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Richie repeated, slower this time. He fully expected a lie. He didn't get one, but [Name] didn't answer, which told him everything he needed to know. Richie nodded his head, pursing his lips slightly. "Thought so... Okay, I've got a proposition. How about we eat together, yeah? You take a bit of your food, it doesn't have to be a big, giant bite of nothin' like that, just a little one. And when you swallow it and show me you did, I'll give you a kiss." And this new technique worked wonders. [Name] took a small spoonful of food into his mouth and Richie watched with pride and adoration as he chewed and slowly swallowed. [Name] opened his mouth to show Richie he had swallowed and Richie smiled and leaned forward to peck his boyfriend's lips. "There now, see? So good. 'M so proud of you, baby. Okay, can you give me just a few more bites, please?"

[larathefox]

WHY CAN'T YALL MAKE FANFICTIONS OF ADULT RICHIE TOZIER??? I DON'T WANNA DATE THE BABY-FACED KID I WANNA DATE THE HANDSOME COMEDIAN BITCH

[ifangirlalot]

bottom!Richie getting ridden by a top!reader?

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌!𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐱 𝐓𝐎𝐏!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ | starring richie tozier

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

*~smut!~* [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘]: top reader, bottom richie, dick riding, slight degrading (masc receiving), master kink (fem receiving), whining, loud moaning

Thanks, halfgayloser. I like your username, halfgayloser. I am also a half gay loser.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

"Wait- fuck- ahhh, fuck right there, master-!" Richie's back arches off the bed as his fingers dig into my thighs and hips as my fingernails dig into the bed as I bounce my hips faster and harder. He is whining and writhing underneath me, his hips pummeling into mine from underneath. His glasses rest skewed on his forehead and his big eyes are fluttering feebly. Pants and loud moans sputter from between his parted red lips as he gets closer and closer to his orgasm.

"Really? You're gonna cum right now?" I smirk and shove my hips against his, emitting a low mewling sound from him. "That's just pathetic, Rich. It hasn't even been ten minutes yet."

He groans loudly and shudders against me. "No- fuck come on, I can.. I can go longer.."

"I should hope so, big guy." My hand wraps around his throat and I kiss his lips harshly, my tongue pushing his lips apart.

"It's gonna be a long.. long night.."

[A Note From Zee]

Yeah, yeah I know, it's not very long, but I do have a lot of requests to get to, so....

[walmarttrashbag]

Yandere Losers Club Headcanons

So many Losers x Y/n

Requested by: Anonymous!

I need a longer break please...

Bill Denbrough:

Stuttering mess around you. Would kill Pennywise X10 for you... Even other people just for you, too....

Beverly Marsh:

Lesbian for you. She lost her feelings for Bill a long time ago when she saw you. Will burn people with her cigarettes for you.

Ben Hanscom:

Writes lots of poems for you. Will try to protect you around Henry and his goons. Things will get bloody.

Richie Tozier:

Will always make you laugh. Beats people up with his trusty bat. Lets you try his glasses.

Stanley Uris:

Is scared with you. Tries to comfort you. Let's you play with his ramen hair. Holds you so tight.

Mike Hanlon:

You already know. This man will murder for you. People and sheep are much different. Will show you so much love aftward.

[itlover8000]

Yandere Richie Tozier Headcanons

Hi my loves. This was requested by @nightmarionnesworld. Richie and the Losers Club in this are going to be aged up to 17-18. I just couldn't find any good pictures 😒. But anyways I hope you guys like this. It was kind of rushed since this is my first time doing headcanons. Enjoy!!

Richie was called up to the office to help a new student find their classes

To say Richie was pissed would be an understatement

He didn’t want to waste his precious time before class helping some new girl

But that all changed when he saw you

By the time Richie stood right in front of you, he was a blushing mess

You were way different from Greta and her goons or any other girl that would throw themselves at Richie from time to time

You were innocent and naive

He wanted to smack himself upside the head from his weak attempt at introducing himself to you 

But then he heard you laugh, oh god he loved your laugh

He made it his mission the remainder of the day to try to make you laugh and become flustered as much as possible

By the end of the day, the two of you became friends

Richie was already falling head over heels in love with you and wanted desperately to become more than friends, but he would wait of course to make sure that you were comfortable and liked him too

Little by little, you began consuming his every thought and became his obsession

He even began ditching Bill and the other Losers at lunch just so he could hang out with you and get to know you more

The Losers began to notice a change in Richie that was both good and bad

They were happy to see that he finally found a girl that could potentially make him happy, but at the same time were concerned with how possessive he was of you

Soon enough you became friends with the Losers and RIchie was over the moon

His mood went sour once he saw you becoming close friends with Beverly and how you bonded with the other guys

It was his job to make you happy, not them

So, his solution was to begin isolating you from them

He did this by feeding you lies about how all the guys just liked you because you were pretty and that they only wanted to sleep with you

He then told you that Beverly is shallow and would gossip about you in a heartbeat if you got close to her

His plan was working

You began to distance yourself from the Losers all together and had Richie as your only friend

Richie’s obsession with you became much worse

He knew you walked home from school everyday since you were too scared to learn how to drive

So everyday after you guys said your goodbyes, he would get into his car and slowly follow you home to stalk you some more

By the end of the month, he knew your daily schedule from the second you woke up in the morning to the moment you went to sleep

Everyone around him including his parents began to worry about him because he was never home or did his school work anymore 

You noticed a shift in Richie as well

If you wanted to hangout with anyone new that wasn’t him, he would tell you a good reason not to trust them

You also noticed that ever since you became friends with Richie that you had felt like you were being watched

He knew everything about you and it began to freak you out

So you began distancing yourself from him as well

Sure he was attractive, but you really felt uncomfortable and became afraid to be around him

That all changed when you ran into Henry Bowers

You were walking home from the movie theater one night and were suddenly pulled into an alley way

You were mortified since you had heard nothing but terrible things about the  notorious Henry Bowers

Before Henry even began to pull out his pocket knife, he was ripped away by a very angry Richie

Richie had watched you get grabbed by Henry and saw nothing but red

He began beating up Henry enough to where he was bleeding and ran off scared

You were just so relieved that you didn’t get hurt

In that moment you were so happy that you embraced Richie into a hug

Richie then confessed his love for you and how he would promise to protect you from Bowers or anyone else that could hurt you

You agreed and then Richie pulled you into a bruising kiss

To say he was happy would be a massive understatement

You were his now and there is no way that he would ever let you go

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I promise I will release my vampire Elvis fic soon.

Love,

Gabriela 💕❤

[embodyingchaos]

❥ hi rachel(@user40724432sworld)! thank you for my first richie tozier request! i hope this is to your liking! i apologise for taking too long!

yandere richie tozier headcanons warnings: yandere tingz, implications of murder, stalker behaviour, mean richie, mentions of cuts and bruises, possessiveness, manipulation

okay, so, tozier is a real asshole yk? he’d be an asshole if he liked you, let alone obsessed with you!!!

i feel like a yandere-esque richie wouldn’t be very obvious until the moment he decides to show it

he definitely takes note of your every move and every action, like the way you part your hair or wear your clothes, he’d be extremely observant only when it comes to you

he’s extra mean to you too, wanting to insult you in every way for a moment before being a-okay with you the next

if someone shows the slightest interest in you, he would immediately strike

first warning would be him threatening that person for even talking to you and thinking they even had a chance with someone as amazing and heaven-sent as you

second would be at least a few cuts and bruises here and there inflicted on the person who flirted with you

third would be death, quite literally

richie is very possessive as yanderes are, and if you’re even a second late to a group meeting he’ll be asking you a thousand questions of your whereabouts

he hates it when you say no to him, he absolutely fucking hates it and sometimes he feels like slapping you across the face but remembers to control himself if not he’ll scare you away

you’re very confused of his weird behaviour, one second he hates you and the next he seems to care about your “safety” 

of course you don’t realise he’s lied about all those times he said that there were guys that were trying to take advantage of your kindness, when he was actually the one who was taking advantage of it

you’re slowly manipulated by his so-called compassion and chivalry, and fall for him, and he gets exactly what he wants: your devoted love.

[balloontrash]

Dead to Me Part 5 (Finale)

A/N: I cant believe this is still getting notes after like 3 years of not updating. I'm feeling inclined to write for other fandoms but I really didn't want to leave this unfinished before I moved on. Especially if people are still reading. This is long overdue, hope you like <3

Summary: Y/n reflects on why the friendship broke in the first place and is ready to finally face the promise she broke.

Warnings: literally one curse

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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"No secrets ever. Thats the secret to a successful friendship I'm sure of it," Richie states after a long rant about a magazine article he read. The article was talking about the causes of friendship breakups and Richie was determined to make sure he never had to go through one with Y/n or any of the other losers.

Y/n was listening quietly, occupied with her own homework. Y/n was sitting on the couch while her best friend paced around the room like a teacher giving a lecture. She did catch most of his monologue while briefly turning her attention to her assignment. Every once in a while she'd nod her head in agreement. She failed to notice the end of the rant, so when Richie turned to her expecting agreement, he was shocked to see she wasn't paying attention.

Richie rips the paper out of her hands to Y/n's protest.

"Were you not listening at all?" Richie stares at her, offended. Y/n grabs the paper back out of his hand. "The entire fate of our friendship could depend on this conversation."

"You're being dramatic. I was listening, I just zoned out during the last part," She replied, trying to fix the creasing in the paper caused by Richie's action. Richie sat down next to her on the couch. He grabs her head with both his hands and forces her to look up at him. Y/n blushed slightly as his hands remained cradling her face. His face has turned serious, as if it was really important that she listened to everything he said. Y/n drops her pencil, signaling to him she was listening.

"I don't want us to ever stop being friends, and I hope you feel the same way too." Richie's tone was soft but stern. A pit in her stomach formed when he said the word friends. If that was all he wanted, it was better to hear it now. A part of her wanted to disagree; tell him she wanted to be more than that. That she hoped they could some day drop the friends label. It was the wrong time to say it. In fact, Y/n could never seem to find the right moment to say it. Y/n hesitated before nodding her head in agreement. Richie continued, "That's why I want us to promise that we won't keep secrets from each other. Whatever is going on, you tell me and I'll tell you. We can't hide anything important from each other. I want you to promise."

Y/n's heart started racing. To promise meant she'd need to tell him the one secret that has been weighing on her chest. The one secret that is single handedly keeping their friendship from falling apart. She couldn't tell him, but she also couldn't tell him why she couldn't make the promise. But in that moment with his hands holding her cheeks, staring deep into her eyes, how could she ever deny his request. So she said it.

"No Secrets," Y/n nodded her head slowly, eyes fixed on Richie's, breaking it before it was even made. "I promise."

---

Y/n couldn't shake Richie's voice out of her head from the last time they spoke. "I'm your best friend for fucks sake. Aren't we supposed to tell each other everything? No secrets remember? What the fuck happened to that shit?"

The losers were urging her to make things right, but no one was quite sure how to do it. Both Richie and Y/n were left heartbroken. It was Y/n's fault. She knew it. There was no denying it. She was just so aggravated that day, but nothing justified what came out of her mouth. She didn't mean any of it, but there was no way to explain that to Richie now, especially after seeing his face break in front of him.

Y/n ran. Ran from Richie, ran from her mistake, ran from her feelings. The laughable thing about all of this was, Richie was right that day on that couch. Their friendship broke over a stupid secret, just because Y/n was too scared to face it.

She was back with the losers, discussing Y/n's attempts to talk to Richie at lunch the day prior. Y/n was curled up on the floor with her back resting on the couch. Bev was sitting on the couch above Y/n, her head resting on her hand. The rest of her friends sprawled out around the room. It was almost normal if it wasn't for the quiet that filled the room. It was obvious someone was missing, the exact someone we were trying to get back.

"So he just walked off without letting you talk?" Eddie questioned, pacing around the room. Y/n nods slightly in response.

"How are we going to get them to talk about anything if Richie won't even stay long enough to listen," Stan spoke up. He was seated on an arm chair near the couch. His arms crossed over his chest. If anyone asked him, he was upset with Y/n. He would never say it, but he didn't have to. It was obvious he believed it was Y/n's fault the friend group was disrupted in the first place. If it wasn't for Richie leaving, he would've been fine with her exit. "He's refused to talk to us either"

"E-even if he d-d-oes listen w-what d-does Y/n/n s-s-say?" Bill asks. "I-it's not like i-i-i-it's an easy f-fix."

Y/n sat in silence, listening to her friends debate the situation. Bill was right. There wasn't a lot that could be said that would easily solve the issue. His heart was broken and she assumed it was because of their friendship. From her view point, their friendship was platonic because he wanted it to be. She wasn't ready to give up her feelings to Richie, but that was the reason why it broke. It didn't matter now since there was no friendship to save. She broke their promise.

Y/n was deep in thought and the rest of the losers were starting to notice. Bev's voice broke her thought. She turned to the rest of her friends, all of them waiting in anticipation. Y/n turned to Bev.

"I need to tell him," Y/n said. Bev understood immediately. She stood up "Its a little late but..."

"Okay but Y/n/n why? There's not a guarantee he's going to want to hear it," Mike asked, a look of worry on his face. "Don't break your heart further."

"the only reason I didn't tell him was because I was afraid to break our friendship. I did that anyway. There's nothing to lose," Y/n was still trying to convince herself this was the right thing to do. She wasn't so sure, but it was the only way she could think of. She needed to be honest.

No secrets this time.

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She wasn't going to wait till school to confront Richie. It was now or never. She left her friend's basement and headed down the familiar route to Richie's house. All the while prepping her speech in her head, trying her best not to imagine how he'd respond. The point was to get him to listen.

Before she knew it, she was in front of his house. Amber's car not present in the driveway, easing Y/n's nerves just slightly. It didn't look like anyone was home actually. She stood at the door for a minute before she knocked.

It took a moment for anyone to answer the door, but when it did, there was Richie shocked to see who was in front of him. His face quickly changed from shock to confusion as his eye brows furrowed.

"Don't close the door," Y/n started, her voice obviously nervous. She looked behind him quickly, scanning the house for anyone else. "Just please listen to me. I need you to listen."

Richie stood silent for a moment, but eventually took a step forward and closed the door behind him. A silent signal to continue. This was a first step, Y/n noticed. Before she could calm down, she noticed Richie's anger. He was so obviously hurt and being in front of him just made it worse.

"I have been listening haven't I?" Richie voice was venomous, but Y/n expected it. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me? So why do you keep showing up?"

"Because I broke our promise," Y/n spits out. There was no use in arguing, she had to get to the point while he was still listening.

"What?" His voice softened.

"Our promise... No secrets." Richie scoffed at the reminder, but Y/n continued. "I fucked up our friendship because I was too scared to a stupid secret."

Richie didn't dare speak. She had his full attention now. He didn't know what he was going to hear, but part of him still hoped it would be about him.

"I broke the promise as soon as I made it, but I couldn't tell you because I thought it would break us. I broke us anyway. I didn't come here to try to take back what I said, I know I can't," Y/n didn't break eye contact once while she spoke. She needed Richie to know she was serious, in the same way he looked at her when he forced her to swear honesty. "All I can do is tell you what I didn't."

She paused. Richie no longer looked at her with such venom. He was listening, not trying to fight back, not making any snarky comments. Not being the Asshole he usually was. He was listening, almost hopeful. It scared her, not knowing what that hope was for.

The words felt like knives scrapping at the back of her throat. It was suffocating. This was not how she imagined she was going to be confessing her love for her best friend. She lied to Mike, there definitely still was something to lose. Rejection was almost guaranteed and she knew it when she walked to the door. No matter what happened, that would still hit harder than anything that has happened. Richie didn't deserve to be hurt the way she hurt him, but Y/n was ready to face her own heartbreak in order to make it right. As he looked at her eager for something, it was all that she owed him.

"You were my secret."

Her voice was quiet and strangled, but it was clear as day. shivers were sent down Richie's spine. He couldn't believe what he had heard. He was confused, unsure if it meant what he thought it did.

"I loved you, Richie. And I ran and hurt you and I am so so sorry," Tears had began falling from her eyes. She looked away, too scared to face Richie. She wanted to run just like she did before, but she couldn't she wouldn't do that again. "There was no one else. There was no Mike. There was no Bill. There was no jock, no one you ever asked about. There was you and I was so scared if I told you, there wouldn't be. But I lost you anyway and hurt you in the process. I'm not asking you to love me or forgive me or to enter your life again. But the losers, they don't deserve to lose you too. It was my mistake, blame me, don't blame--"

"Do me a favor and be quiet."

Richie's hands were back on the side of Y/n's face. She looked up at him shocked. She was so close to him. His face only inches a part from him. She couldn't read his expression. Pity maybe, condolence. No. It was love.

Richie leaned in to kiss Y/n's tear stained cheeks.

"I broke the promise too."

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