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movie tickets - (richie tozier)

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Summary: You didn’t know how much his opinion of you meant to you until there was nothing else that worried you more.

Request: @mybigredclifforddick For a request could you maybe do a Richie one where you’re insecure about acne and think he wouldn’t like you but he reassures you? If you’re too busy don’t worry xx

Author’s Note: hopefully my take on this request is okay!! i had to stop myself from writing too much in the end whoops

Word Count: 2,372

You had moved to Derry during the summer, and although the first few weeks had been lonely, you had become friends with Beverly Marsh, who would always be running off to join her other friends, never inviting you along, although it seemed like she wished she could.

“No, it’s okay Bev, I understand, I’m not really up for hanging around with a bunch of boys anyway,” you laughed.

“I’m really sorry Y/n. It’s just- we have this- project that we kind of have a deadline on and-“

“Shut up,” you stopped walking, and smiled at her sadly, “go do what you gotta do,”

She offered you the rest of her Airheads, which you gladly took as another apology from her, and waved to her goodbye as she ran off to the Barrens. In all honesty, you couldn’t be happier not being invited to hang out, because around Beverly, it didn’t seem like a competition. You didn’t have to worry about the way you looked, or what she would think of you. Besides, if you ever met Richie Tozier, the boy who made fun of everyone, even his friends, you think you’d die right there on the spot.

Beverly was sitting on the end of your bed, flipping through a pile of old magazines, while you stood in the middle of your room, practicing the yo-yo tricks she had tried to teach you.

She looked up when she heard you cuss and rub your cheek, a red mark already starting to show where you’d hit yourself in the face. “Okay, I have a proposal,”

“And what might that be?” you ditched the yo-yo and joined her on the bed.

“Why don’t you hang out with me and my friends this afternoon?”

As you choked on your answer, she looked at you nervously. “Oh sure, Bev, do I need to slice my hands open to get into the club?”

“Fuck off, just do you want to hang out or not? The guys really want to meet you,”

“You must have told them about the wrong person- I mean,” you gestured to yourself, “look at me,”

“Look, you’re going to meet them anyways when school comes around-“

You were about to disagree before she interrupted you.

“Y/n, I am not letting you sit at a lunch table by yourself just because you think they’re losers! If you just-“

“Wait, you think that’s the reason I don’t wanna hang out with them?” Beverly looked at you, almost annoyed. “Are you kidding me? I’m not like you, Bev! I’m not ‘perfect’ in any way. If they so much as look at me, they’re going to think-“

“You need to get over this shit, Y/n. Just because you have acne doesn’t mean you’re not- why can’t you see how beautiful you are?”

You looked down at your hands, feeling as though you were pathetic for letting your insecurities getting the best of you. “I can’t- it’s not that easy-“

“Look. Just give them a chance, they’re not going to think any less-“

“That Tozier kid? He makes fun of your friend for stuttering! He makes fun of Stan for being Jewish! The moment I meet him, he’s going to call me some shitty name like-“

“We can’t officially let you into the club until you do the blood pact,” Mike said, and Beverly kicked him in the shins as the rest of the group laughed. You stood around nervously, waiting for Richie to say something, or stifle a scoff, while Beverly waved at you to come over and share a cigarette.

“They’re not so bad, right?” she coughed.

“Couldn’t get any worse than you Bev,” you said, watching what Ben and Eddie were doing in the water, and just as Eddie tripped over his own feet, someone had joined you against the rock.

“P-p-pass me a smoke, wuh-will you?”

You smiled at Bill as you did so, and felt your chest grow warm, wondering why you had been so worried to meet him and the others; but just as that thought crossed your mind, Richie had sat down next to Bill, and your heart began to beat ten times faster.

The next few weeks you found that you had easily grown closer to the six boys, sharing inside jokes, being able to laugh at Eddie without feeling guilty, and although you couldn’t be happier, you noticed that when it came to you, Richie was awfully quiet. Whenever you laughed along to his accents, or his jokes, his smile would drop almost as soon as he shared eye contact with you. Beverly of course told you that you were crazy and said she didn’t think it was anything weird, but you realised she had all the tell-tale signs of lying. For one, she always hesitated when you asked her about it.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t see Richie walk the other way when he saw me with you,”

“Huh? Oh- uh- no- he didn’t do that, he p-probably just had somewhere else to go,” she tried to pretend she didn’t see the annoyed look you were giving her, “don’t worry about it, we- he went through a lot this summer, so he just might-“

“He hasn’t said anything about me? Like, when I’m not there?”

Her face became flushed, and there was a twitch of a smile, but you were too worried to notice.

“No, he hasn’t.”

You bumped into Richie the following day, and it seemed it was as much of a surprise to him as it was to you. He stumbled back, looking for something to say, his eyes never meeting yours. In a way, you wished he’d just make fun of you, get it over with, because the whole silent treatment made you feel even worse.

But at the same time, you noticed the way his hair fell in his face when he looked down at his shoes, and couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Well, shit.

You decided to break the silence, “Hey, Richie, how goes it?”

His cheeks reddened, and for the first time he looked at you without glancing away, “Do you wanna catch a movie with me?”

“Sorry, what?”

“The Goonies is on at the Aladdin, if you wanna join me?”

“Oh- you don’t have to- I think I should go home,” you started to walk away, wanting the ground to swallow you whole. Why did you reject him? He was probably just taking pity on me. But as you neared the corner, you could hear loud footsteps behind you, and Richie calling your name. You turned around, almost having to catch him in your arms as he skidded to a stop.

“Can I ask – why not?” he panted.

“Well, I just- I don’t need your pity, Richie,”

He looked at you, confused, “What? We’re friends aren’t we?”

You laughed at that and shook your head, “Until now, you haven’t said more than a word to me,”

“Yeah, but I-“

“You completely blanked Beverly yesterday because I was with her,”

“Okay, but there’s a reason-“

“I, um, I don’t have any money anyways,” you couldn’t stand the tension anymore, and before he could get a final word in, you crossed the street, leaving Richie Tozier with a forlorn expression, and a spare movie ticket gone to waste.

“So I was thinking, we skip first period- I have Mrs Bolton, she’s too busy sticking her head up her ass to notice anything, and then-“

“Richie, the last time you skipped her class, her foot almost went up your ass,” you were sitting at the back of the library, wasting time before the first bell went. It turns out, you’d become better friends than you thought; especially when you realised that your chances with him were none to none. But although you tried to ignore those ‘feelings’ you had for him, every accidental hand touch hurt you down to your core.

“How about… third period? We both have gym and I swear to god if I have to watch Eddie run around in those tiny shorts for one more second,” he bit his lips dramatically, “I dunno if I’ll be able to keep my hands off of him,”

Richie watched with the biggest smile as you slapped the ground laughing, no noise coming out of your mouth except for a silent wheeze. He almost missed the bell, too distracted by your shoulder against his, as you tried to calm down.

It should be noted that neither you nor Richie had skipped gym entirely, but had spent it making jokes about Eddie, and not noticing how comfortable the two of you had gotten sitting together on the sidelines. However, as Greta Bowie looked on, every time he made you blush, or you leaned your head on to his shoulder, she couldn’t help but laugh. She whispered to her friends, as Eddie came by to join you, almost collapsing to the ground.

“If you don’t watch out Richie,” he huffed, “I’ll have your girl on your knees before you do,”

Richie laughed, “Eds, you ran around the track one time-“

“Yeah and would you just look at these calf muscles,” he pointed to his skinny legs, and winked, causing you to succumb to another fit of laughter. And while you were distracted, Greta stood up and made her way over to you.

“I didn’t think it was true, but I see Beverly Marsh has some competition for the biggest slut in school,” she smiled politely, her friends watching with their hands stifling their giggles.

“Oh yeah, and were you expecting us to make you a trophy or something?” Richie spat. Eddie pumped his asthma puffer after choking on his own laughter, and you felt yourself trying to blend in with the wall. Now, she turned to you.

“Y/n, you’re pretty- well, you could be,” she smiled again, “why don’t you ditch Bucky Beaver over here, and sit with us? We could give you a few tips on how to wear makeup,”

You stammered a single syllable, and glanced at Richie, who had stood up to her, only an inch or two shorter.

“I think she looks pretty fine to me,” he looked back at you and smiled, before returning a glare to Greta, “and besides, I’m sure she appreciates the offer, but we just don’t need any more people looking like clowns around here,” and at that, he pulled you up, walking away with Eddie close behind, steam rising from Greta’s ears.

“Hey, Rich?” you interrupted him. You were both sitting on the curb outside the Blockbusters, just talking, while you waited for the rest of your group.

“Yeah?” he was working on an ice cream sandwich, getting vanilla on his pants and shoes, and while you tried to think of what to say, he swore, trying to clean it up, making it worse.

“I just, I dunno, thanks for today I guess, with the whole Greta thing,”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he muttered, and you smiled despite him not looking at you.

“Do you just want to go in-“

“Wait,” Richie put his hand on yours, giving you his full attention, “you know that Greta’s a bitch right? And like, you shouldn’t listen to her, yeah?”

“Uh, sure- of course-“

“I’m serious, Y/n,” he didn’t notice that the majority of his sandwich had now fallen on to the road, “you’re- like, I dunno, you’re just crazy hot,” and at that, you both blushed.

You laughed, “That’s not exactly a lot coming from you Richie, I mean, you’ve had a crush on literally everyone in our group,”

He lightly pushed you with his elbow, getting even more ice cream everywhere, “Yeah, well I’ve never wanted to ask them on a date before,”

“What?”

“Do you wanna catch a movie-“

“Hate to break the two of you up, but movie night’s cancelled. Stan, Mike, and Ben are busy,” Eddie sat himself down next to you, eyeing the vanilla sludge in Richie’s lap, and pulling a face.

You ignored him, and turned back to Richie,”yeah, let’s do it,” and while he smiled at you, Eddie went on about something neither of you could be bothered to listen to.

You both agreed on meeting at the Aladdin theatre on the weekend coming up, but Richie’s nerves were distracting him from doing anything but think about you. So it came as a surprise when you heard a tapping on your window in the middle of the night, and even more so, when you opened the window to see, barely, that it was Richie, holding a lighter and what looked like a bunch of leaves.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper-shouted. And as you ran down the stairs, after a quick wardrobe change, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. You opened the front door and there stood Richie. “Hey- why are you holding a bunch of red lettuce?”

“Oh, uh, we didn’t have any flowers at home,” despite the lack of light, you could see his face grow darker.

“I’ve never met someone who was such an idiot, and so cheesy at the same time,”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never met someone who hated themselves more than I do, but is still the most beautiful person I know,” he handed you the ‘flowers’ as you both sat down on the porch steps.

“Richie-“

“Okay, before you change your mind about me, I just need you to know that I really, really like you,” he laughed nervously, “like ever since Beverly mentioned you,”

“Again, you fall in love with anyone who can stand to hang out-“

“Shut that pretty mouth of yours and listen,”

“Never thought you’d ask me to shut my mouth-“

“I swear to god-“

“Sorry, sorry,” you bit back your smile.

“Alright, I think you’re pretty cool, and like ever since I actually met you, I’ve wanted this to happen, so I’m here tonight, before the ‘official’ date, to do this- just in case,”

“Do what?“

He kissed you, and it wasn’t perfect, considering he could only make out the outline of your face, but all the same, it couldn’t have been better.

AN: i’m not too sure how i feel about this one, but im not gonna lie im pretty proud of Richie's “were you expecting us to make you a trophy or something”, hopefully you guys enjoy!

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