Stuck Together | Richie Tozier X Reader
English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.
Request: I would love it if you did a Richie tozier x reader, please!! It would be great if it was the kind of scenario in which they’re stuck together and they think they despise each other but really they both like each other and over time they realize the little things that the other person does drives the other one crazy with love- the whole losers club supports it too!!!
Characters: Richie/fem!reader, Beverly, Bill, Ben, Mike, Stan and Eddie.
Word Count: 2828 words.
Beverly had had enough of that, the fights, the insults. It wasn’t news to her that Richie Tozier and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) didn’t get along, she knew that even before joining the Losers Club, but only when she started to hang out with them did she see how one’s presence affected the other.
Every time (Y/N) was around, Richie would get louder, trash talking more than usual, trying to annoy (Y/N). The (Y/N) girl didn’t take more than a few minutes to start talking back to him, clearly irritated. The effects on Richie wouldn’t end when she left the place, he’d continue to trash talk her for the next few hours after that.
Bev once asked him why (Y/N) bothered him so much, to which he replied “she’s so fucking annoying”. Well, Beverly wasn’t sure about that, every time she looked at (Y/N)’s friends, they seemed to be having fun around her. She was always smiling, just stopping when Richie was around.
Trying to see if what he had said was true, Bev approached the other girl one day. (Y/N) looked a little wary at first, since she had seen Bev with Richie, but she was kind to the Marsh girl anyway.
And it didn’t surprise her when she saw that (Y/N) was actually nice and funny. What surprised her was that (Y/N) acted a lot like Richie sometimes. How did they end up hating each other instead of becoming best friends? Bev had no idea.
When she asked (Y/N) why she hated Richie, the girl shrugged, saying that he was always rude to her, that they couldn’t stand being in the same room as the other for more than five minutes without one of them leaving, usually mad at each other.
When (Y/N) said that last part, an idea started to appear in Beverly’s mind. Well, it was true that they couldn’t stand to stay for more than five minutes with each other, but what if they couldn’t leave, what would happen next? They would probably still trash talking, but what would happen when they ran out of insults? They would finally start talking to each other, seeing how well they would get along if they wanted to? There was only one way to know it, she had to put it to the test.
In just a few days being friends with her, (Y/N) already trusted Beverly, going to an address that the Marsh girl had given her so they could hang out with her friends. (Y/N) was excitedly on her way there. She loved making new friends, and if they were as cool as Beverly, she would adore them, too.
The (Y/L/N) girl didn’t take long to find the house she was supposed to go to, knocking on the door and being quickly greeted by a smiling Bev.
“You came!” she exclaimed, moving aside to make room for her to enter.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come?” (Y/N) came in, analyzing the inside of the house as she entered.
“I wasn’t sure.” Bev closed the door, motioning for the stairs. “They’re upstairs.”
(Y/N) nodded, walking up the stairs. “Whose house is this?”
“Bill Denbrough’s.” Bev was right behind her. “There.” she pointed to a room.
“Stuttering Bill? Nice.”
So Bev was taking her to hang out with the Losers Club. They seemed to be nice kids; (Y/N) had some classes with Eddie Kaspbrak and she had borrowed a band-aid from him once. Well, that was the only interaction she had with the rest of the group that wasn’t Beverly or Richie.
Richie. For a moment it crossed her mind if he would be there, but she brushed it off quickly. Beverly wouldn’t take her there if she knew he was coming, right?
(Y/N) only realized that she was wrong when she took the first step into the room. There was no one in the room except Richie, who was sitting on Bill’s bed, reading a comic book. The girl was about to leave to go home and probably never look in Beverly’s face again, but Bev was faster, pushing (Y/N) into the room.
Richie lifted his gaze to her, narrowing his eyes, before Bev closed the door quickly. “The fuck are you doing here?”
(Y/N) just crossed her arms. “I was invited.”
“Why would anyone invite you to anything?”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning around to try to open the door, and, just as she expected, it was locked. No matter how hard she pulled the doorknob, she was stuck there with Richie Tozier.
She heard him laughing at her, making her turn back to him with a raised eyebrow. “What are you laughing at, dumbass?”
“You can’t even open a fucking door.”
“You can’t open a door when it’s locked.”
The boy left the comic book on the bed, a cocky grin on his face as he walked toward the door. “Watch and learn.”
(Y/N) watched him and the only thing she learned was that he was more stupid than she thought, a smile appeared on her face as he started to pull the knob, trying to open the door. After a few attempts, seeing that it was really locked, he started to thrust his fists against the door.
“Beverly, open the door!” he shouted.
“No can do, Richie.” she replied calmly from the other side.
“Does Bill know you’re doing this?”
“We all know.” Eddie’s voice sounded, making Richie stop trying to get out, looking shocked.
“Are you all there?!”
“You need to sort things out.” Ben said.
Mike could also be heard. “Yeah, this is getting annoying.”
Richie stared in shock at the door for a few more seconds before returning to Bill’s bed, angry. “I quit this group! Now you can change it’s fucking name to Traitors’ Club!”
“Just t-tuh-talk t-to her.” Stuttering Bill’s voice was heard.
“I won’t talk to her!”
“You can’t stop talking, you’re going to have to talk to her some time.” they heard Stan Uris say.
“Guess what? I won’t! "Richie replied, lying down on the bed and trying to go back to read his comic book.
(Y/N) looked around before sighing, sitting in front of the door, leaning there.
Incredibly, Richie didn’t talk to her for half an hour, seeming to be amused enough at what he was reading to let (Y/N)’s presence bother him. The girl, on the other hand, who had nothing to do, kept mumbling and cursing Richie’s friends, who were behind the door, trying to hear if something was going on there.
(Y/N) grunted, turning her gaze to Richie, who seemed focused on what he was doing. "Hey, shitmouth.”
Richie shook his head. “It’s Trashmouth.”
“Whatever, shithead.” she couldn’t see, but the boy rolled his eyes. “Do you have any more of those books with you?”
Richie lifted his head, a frown on his face. “Do you like comic books?”
(Y/N) nodded, shrugging. “Yeah, do you have another one for me to read?”
He gave her a weird look before reaching under the bed for something. He then pulled out a box full of comics, pushing lightly toward her.
“Choose something,” he said before going back to read.
(Y/N) crawled across the floor until she reached the box, looking at the things inside. She didn’t realize that Richie’s eyes were on her as she studied the books; he was curious to see which one she would choose. To his surprise, she took one of his favorites, seeing her smile before lying down beside the box.
“Good choice.” Richie murmured, returning to read.
A few more minutes went by in silence, with them reading peacefully, until Richie startet to tap his foot on the floor. That didn’t seem to bother his reading, but (Y/N), who was known for not being able to concentrate easily, couldn’t read a page after he’d started doing it.
“Can you stop doing that?” she asked in a rude tone and he stopped.
(Y/N) was surprised and pleased with that, going back to reading the comic book… For just five more minutes because Richie started to tap his foot again. The girl looked at him with her “are you fucking serious?” face.
He had a small smirk on his face, and for a moment, (Y/N) found herself staring at his messy hair and thinking how cute he looked with that smirk on his lips. (Y/N) frowned at herself before giving up reading, grunting and letting the book fall on her face.
Richie finally finished his comic book after a few more minutes, closing it and taking a glance at (Y/N) to see if the tapping was still annoying her. And then he saw that she was no longer reading and that the comic was actually covering her face as she rested. He thought for a moment that she was asleep, but then he noticed that her finger was tapping on the floor beside her.
The boy didn’t remember ever seeing her as relaxed as she was at that moment, she never seemed relaxed when she was around him, probably because she was always angry at something he had said to her.
For a moment, there was something about how relaxed she was, with his favorite book on her face and her finger-tapping at the same rhythm he was tapping with his foot, which made his heart beat slightly faster. Richie shook his head before sitting down, putting the book he was reading back into the box and choosing some other one to read.
(Y/N), noticing that the noise of his foot had stopped, pulled the comic out of her face, seeing Richie leaning slightly toward the box beside her, which made her, for some reason, feel her face heat up. Stop it, (Y/N), don’t be stupid.
Richie chose something that he seemed to like, returning to lie down on the bed. The girl continued to stare at him for a few seconds before her gaze went to the door. Those kids had locked the two of them there so they could sort their problems out and they must be dying of boredom since nothing was happening in the room. Her gaze returned to Richie.
“Hey.” she called him. Richie had never heard her voice so calm, he had never heard her say something that wasn’t accompanied by a sarcastic tone.
“Yeah, shitface?” he muttered back, not taking his eyes off his book.
“Why do you hate me?” well, that was enough to make him turn his eyes to her.
He was somewhat taken aback by that question. He had never expected her to ask him something like that.
Richie shrugged. “You’re annoying.” he said it because that was what he usually answered when someone asked that question to him, it used to sound like a truth to him, but to say that at that moment seemed like a lie.
(Y/N) nodded, muttering a low “Okay” before turning her head to look at the ceiling.
The next few seconds followed in silence, but Richie didn’t take his eyes off her. “Why do you hate me?”
She looked back at him. “First of all, I don’t hate you.” she shrugged, just like him. “You’re always taunting me, there’s no reason to be nice to you.”
Richie nodded this time and they continued to stare at each other for a few more moments. And then the boy broke eye contact as some thoughts started going through his mind, opening his comic book and turning his gaze to it so he could have those thoughts without having the feeling that (Y/N) knew exactly what was going on in his head.
The Tozier boy couldn’t remember why he’d taunted (Y/N) the first few times he’d done it, but he knew why he kept doing it and it had nothing to do with her being annoying. Every time Richie said something slightly offensive, it didn’t even have to be about her, (Y/N) would get mad at him and there was something he found adorable about how she wrinkled her nose and suddenly became sassy when she was mad. Richie loved it and he hated that she made him like something as simple as that.
He always said she was annoying, but deep down he knew how funny she was, he always heard people talking how nice (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was. And he hated that she made him want to be her friend, knowing that it would probably never happen. (Y/N) was pretty and kind and Richie simply hated the fact that he liked her and that she would never like a guy like him.
The thoughts in (Y/N)’s mind weren’t so different. She had sat down and opened the comic, but her mind was far from the story that book told.
She had never thought of Richie Tozier as anything but the guy who hated her, but when he asked her why she hated him, she could see for sure that he didn’t hate her. Not even a little. His eyes seemed distressed at the thought that she hated him and softened when she said she didn’t.
He was a funny guy and she knew it. Sometimes she had to suppress a laugh at the things he said when she was around, she had because she was already used to pretend to be angry with anything he said. There were few times that (Y/N) had been really offended by something he said.
He had a good taste for comic books and had a nice smirk and… Richie Tozier made her feel weird. Until an hour ago, she thought it was because of her dislike for him. But what if it wasn’t?
The two continued pretending to read the books in front of them, lost in their own minds, for a few more minutes. Richie was the first to wake from his thoughts, taking a deep breath before getting up from the bed. That drew (Y/N)’s attention back to reality, making her look at him, seeing him approach her.
The boy sat down next to her, putting his comic on the floor and pretending to read it again. (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at him. Was he trying to make amends with her? It was possible. “Are we friends now?” he looked up at her for a moment, a grin on his face, nodding. The girl gave a small smile to that before looking back at her own book.
A few more minutes went before Richie started to tap his finger on the floor, making the girl do the same after a few seconds. Their fingers were practically side by side, tapping at the same pace on the floor. That was enough proof to both that none of them were really paying attention to anything in that room other than each other.
But only when Richie’s hand brushed lightly against hers, it was when they looked at each other. Their fingers stopped tapping immediately as her eyes met his. The two continued in silence for a few more seconds before Richie blurted out “We should go out together on a date.”
The girl raised her eyebrows, not surprised by the sentence… Well, a little surprised by the sentence, but mostly because he’d asked her that. So, she wasn’t the only one feeling that.
(Y/N) nodded, a smile appearing on her face. “We could go to the arcade or something.”
Richie’s eyes brightened as he heard those words. “Fuck, we’re really alike.”
She laughed before she heard a few murmurs from the other side of the door that caught her attention. Were they about to get in? She didn’t know, but she felt she didn’t have much time left with Richie in there. (Y/N) turned to him, seeing that his eyes were still on her, before smiling and giving a quick kiss to the boy’s lips.
His eyes widened as he whispered “what the fuck,” looking shocked at her. Moments later, the murmur could be heard once more outside the room before the door opened, Bill Denbrough appearing and looking around his room to see if they had broken anything. He smiled slightly when he saw the two sitting next to each other peacefully.
“Did it wuh-work, then?” he asked, entering the room.
“Yeah, I think it did.” (Y/N) said, chuckling, before getting up, turning her head to Richie. “See you at the arcade tomorrow?” she was already walking toward the door to leave.
Richie got up, nodding and walking to the middle of the room, a smirk appearing on his face. (Y/N) winked at him before walking out the door, seeing that most of Richie’s friends - including Beverly - were looking at her with smiles on their faces, having heard the end of their conversation. Well, they wanted the two of them to sort things out between them, they did more than that.
The girl was already starting to walk down the stairs when she heard Richie’s voice shouting from the room. “Welcome to the Losers Club, shitface!”