such a dork (richie tozier x reader)
requested: “Hi can I have a richie x reader imagine where the reader is really shy like basically silent and richie is his richie self just flirting and spewing pick up lines. The losers all think that the reader doesn’t like him she hears this and switches it up and starts to flirt, blushing from richie and just fluff” - @that-fandom-sucks-tho
summary: y/n overhears the losers talking about how she doesn’t like richie back and decides to switch things up a bit!
characters: y/n, richie tozier, eddie kaspbrack, bill denbrough, stan uris, mike hanlon, beverly marsh
warnings: cringey pickup lines, cursing
“Hey, Y/N! Did you sit in sugar? ‘Cause you’ve got a sweet a-”
“Beep beep, Richie!”
Eddie interrupted Richie’s attempt at flirting and, while rolling his eyes, turned back to his conversation with Stan. “Jeez, get the hint, you dumb ass.”
Richie huffed and crossed his arms. “Whatever, you’re just jealous of my amazing charms with the women!” He protested, looking over to Bev for support. “Right, Bev?”
Bev chucked and shrugged at Richie. “Well…”
Richie stared dumbfounded. You see, it was just a normal day down by the Quarry, all the losers joking around by the cliff. Apart from you. They were still waiting for you, as you were (as usual) running late. This had unfortunately led to Richie practicing his pick up lines to himself, imagining you were there and making himself look quite foolish.
The losers were sick of it. They all though they definitely knew that you didn’t like him back, and some of them honestly felt bad about all of the effort he was going to to get you to like him. It was all of nothing, honestly.
Meanwhile, you were walking towards the Barrens, pushing your bike by the side of you and basking in the warm sun. You began to hear some distant voices, the voices of your friends. A grin spread across your face as you sped up your strolling and headed towards the direction of the voices.
The voices began to become more clear and less muffled. You were now able to hear their conversation.
“Honestly Richie, there’s no point. She’ll never like you back and that’s that, got it?” Eddie exclaimed, sitting on the ground under the shade of a huge oak tree.
Richie sighed and replied back “y-you don’t know that, Eds!”
“You’re sounding like Bill, now.” Smirked Mike, as Eddie muttered under his breath an annoyed “don’t call me, Eds!”
Richie turned to Bill and Stan, and said almost in a pleading tone “They don’t know what they’re fucking saying, right? There’s still a chance Y/N could like me… right?”
They both sighed and looked at him pityingly. “Don’t get your hopes up, Trashmouth.” Stan replied.
Hearing all of this, you stopped dead in your tracks. They all though you didn’t like him back?
He liked you back?!
Oh my gosh. And now he doesn’t think you like him back! Shit. Without even thinking about it, you walked out from the trees, slinging your bike down next to Eddie causing him to jump in surprise.
“God Y/N/N, you scared the hell out of me!” He cried, shaking his head at you.
You grinned down at him and looked out at everyone else. “Sorry I’m so late, my mum needed me to do the washing.” You said, rubbing the back of your neck.
Richie smirked and walked over to you. “Well, I know something else you could DO right now.” He flirted.
You looked him dead in the eyes, finally plucking up the courage to retaliate.
“Is that an invitation, Trashmouth?” You teased.
There were shocked gasps among the group of teens as a dark blush settled on Richie’s freckled cheeks. Normally, you would simply ignore him while your face flushed and everyone scolded Richie for embarrassing you. But the game had changed, and Richie was now the one left speechless.
The entire day carried on like this, Richie trying his hand at flirting, and you responding leading to a crimson Richie.
“Nice legs, when’d they open?”
“Way past your bed time, sorry.” Cue screeching from everyone.
“Screw me if I’m wrong, but you want to kiss me, don’t you?”
“No, but I definitely would love to screw you right now.”
“Are those things real???”
“Realer then your mum.”
It went on and on, and at first it was pretty funny, but the losers were quickly getting bored of your constant flirting and honestly just wanted you two to confess and get it over with. Soon enough, one by one, the losers left. Leaving you and Richie alone.
You were both just sitting in a really comfortable silence, your head in his chest while looking up to the stars. Throughout the entire day, all of Richie’s pickup lines had been super explicit and dirty.
So, Richie was thinking, which was never a good idea. Especially when he was trying to think romantic. Of all the pickup lines he had memorised, he couldn’t think of a single one that would be cute in this moment.
You could feel his breath hitch as your head shifted to look up at his face. Thoughts were running through both of your heads as you looked into each others eyes.
Your faces were getting closer and closer, lips only a centimetre apart and then…
“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.”
Richie blinked at you. And then a wide smirk crossed his lips as he pulled you in for a kiss.
“God, you’re such a dork.” He whispered against your lips.