I’ll play for you sometime... [Richie Tozier x Reader]
summary ; AU where 17 year old Richie plays in a band as the lead singer and guitarist along with Mike on drums and Beverly on bass.
a/n ; Almost kinda canon with Finn’s band: Calpurnia but the people are different to fit the IT universe!
tags ; Cussing, aged-up characters, alternative-80s rock theme, drinking, long, angsty, bad puns
You sat quietly at your desk, staring outside the classroom window and getting lost in the gradual, pastel colours of the winter afternoon sun starting to set. You counted down the seconds, letting your (E/C) eyes settle on an energetic bird fussing about on the fence within your view.
“Hey (Y/N)!” called a raspy voice from behind you. The sudden break in silence snapped you out of your trance with a jolt. You spun your head to locate the source of the voice that had disrupted your peace. Not to your surprise, the culprit proved to be none other than Richie Tozier; the loud mouthed trash talker of your year since grade school sauntered to you with immeasurable confidence.
“Sup’ baby, is your Dad a drug dealer? Cus’ you’re dope” Richie cooed, leaning an arm on your desk and raising an eyebrow. You groaned internally and rolled your eyes into the next dimension.
“I told you Rich, that shits uber lame” you silently pleaded with him, knowing he’s just going to keep on pestering you now that he knows you’re annoyed by his terrible pickup lines.
“He stood up straight again, fixing his ridiculously magnifying glasses, “Says the person who just used the word ‘uber’. Yo, the 50s want their lingo back… they’re pretty pissed about it.” You groaned externally, letting your head drop into your arms, “God I can’t…” The cringe was so perfectly terrible it made your stomach hurt.
Richie chuckled at what his atrocious sense of humour did to you, “nah but seriously, we’re having band practice this afternoon and Bev wanted you to come and help her with vocals”.
You lifted your head up, suddenly intrigued by Richie’s offer. Beverly was your closest friends, you quite literally did everything together it was creepy to most, a total psychokinetic connection. You pondered for a moment, eyes darting back to the scene of the pastel sky hanging overhead outside, “sure, as long as you don’t make anymore shitty fuckin’ jokes, Tozier” you half-jokingly warned, looking deadpan into the trashmouth’s deep brown eyes. Richie smirked, fixing his glasses once more, “I can’t make a promise like that sweetheart” he spoke with an air of ambiguity, giving you a sly wink before sauntering away into the hallway.
As if on perfect queue, the bell chimed through the school, echoing in the halls briefly before doors opened and the loud chatter of eager students grew. You heaved your body up, slinging your bag around one shoulder and shuffling into freedom from the monotony of school.
You arrived at Richie’s house a little later than expected, the previously pastel sky hung overhead with new shades of navy and purple. The cold air nipped at your skin, prompting you to head inside where it had to be a lot warmer.
You approached the front door, hearing the muffled sounds of drums and guitar from the adjacent garage. You smiled, excited to see Beverly in what felt like weeks. Giving the door a small push, you wiped your feet on the welcome mat and continued inside. You inhaled sharply, ‘The fuck? It’s colder in here than outside… what the fuck!’ you raged internally, severely disappointed with the false promise of warmth away from the deadly arctic that was outside.
Before you could run back to your car for a jacket, Richie opened the internal garage door, looking around rather frantically before spotting you at the threshold. He stared at you for a brief moment, his deep brown eyes wild with worry.
You shifted uneasily, “U-Uh hey Rich…” you managed out, watching his face and muscles relax, instantly turning back to his usually confident and cheerful exterior. “Oh hey shithead!” he joked with an almost out of breath tone. You chuckled as he lead you into the garage where Mike waited, fiddling with his equipment.
“Coast’s clear?” Mike inquired, hinting with vague tones. You stood puzzled and Richie nodded at his question. Mikes eyes darted to you, “(Y/N)!” he exclaimed, getting up from his seat behind the drums and pulling you into a warm hug. You felt your muscles relax, Mike always gives the worlds best hugs, especially considering how freezing you were. Richie nodded at Mike, prompting Mike to resume his position at the drum set.
Your eyes fell on Beverly as she walked through the laundry door, “I got drinks!” she praised, enthusiastic as always to get her drink on. Before she could set the 6-pack down, she noticed you and screamed, almost dropping the case in her hands.
“(Y/N)!! What the fuck it’s been too long!” she squealed, running over to you immediately and pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged back even harder, excited to see your best friend for the first time in weeks. You stood in each others embrace for awhile before Richie cleared his throat.
“Let’s save the beaver reunion for later, we got practice to do, Bev” Richie spoke in a low tone and you could tell he wasn’t himself, not since you last saw him at school. You plopped down on the worn out couch and picked up a drink, getting comfortable in anticipation for their performance.
The members assumed their positions: Beverly on bass, Richie on guitar and vocals and Mike on drums. You clapped your feet together in excitement, eyes transfixed on Beverly as she awaited Richie’s signal. Richie tapped his feet and Mike followed, tapping his drum sticks before Richie nodded at Beverly to begin. Her bass was almost perfect and their harmony was well versed. You sat in silence, smiling at Beverly as she enjoyed herself on the bass, sometimes leaning into the mic in front of her and singing the backup vocals.
Somehow through the performance, your eyes fell on Richie, who was looking right at you. It caught you by surprise, causing you to choke slightly on your drink. Richie’s face twisted into a smile as he sang, not once taking his eyes off you throughout the whole performance. You couldn’t help but feel your heart race and your cheeks grow uncomfortably hot as his gaze was unwavering, making you feel dizzy with nervousness.
Before you knew it, the song was over, and Richie immediately looked away, praising Mike and Beverly on their performances as they did the same to you. You broke out of your trance as soon as Richie’s eyes left yours and you clapped, praising the team’s efforts and showering Beverly with compliments.
“God Bev, you’re improving like crazy! Play for me sometime?” you glittered, filled with new found enthusiasm. Beverly chuckled, “maybe one day when I get better” she said with a wink, her eyes darting to Richie momentarily before giving an ambiguous smirk.
“Hey (Y/N) we’re out of drinks, there are some in the fridge at the back, can you grab ‘em for us?” Mike asked, giving you a wide grin. You nodded but hesitated for a second, “Uuuh, I don’t know where the kitchen is” you admitted with slight embarrassment, looking at your feet. “Oh right, Richie, show her the kitchen” Beverly commanded, not looking up from the guitar she was tuning.
“Aight” Richie spoke quickly and shrugged, striding swiftly past you to the garage door. You followed hesitantly, not able to read Richie’s behaviour at all. Firstly, he throws pickup lines at you; secondly, he looks frightened when you opened the door; thirdly, he stares right into your eyes during the performance; and lastly, he won’t even look you in the eye. Your head spun with confusion, not sure how to gauge Richie’s situation.
“You comin’ (Y/N)?” Richie asked with irritation, standing on the other side of the threshold. You apologised quickly and followed him, trying not to look him in the eyes.
“Aight kitchen’s here” Richie gestured towards a small kitchen space, it’s table tops were immaculate and clean, not a thing out of place. You marvelled the tidiness silently and sauntered to the fridge. Richie leant on the wall near the door, biting his thumb. You could feel his eyes digging into your back as you opened the fridge. ‘Not on the top shelf’ you thought to yourself, scanning the fridge’s contents. You bent down further, gently pushing items around in search of the illusive alcohol.
You reached the bottom shelf and still nothing, “The fuck?” you spoke aloud, straightening your posture and closing the fridge door. “Hey Rich, the drinks aren’t here-!” you called as you turned around, only to be confronted by Richie, his brown eyes staring at you once again, causing your heart to pump in your chest.
“S-Shit Richie you scared me” you managed out, gripping your shirt in attempts to calm yourself down. Richie smirked, turning his body so his back was facing the sink, “This house is fucking cold” he spoke in a low, but humorous voice. You agreed, it was really fucking cold. Just being reminded of the temperature made it real again, nipping at your skin once more and causing you to shiver.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice” Richie broke the momentary silence. You froze, “Noticed what?” you inquired cautiously, his silence was intimidating and you couldn’t help but admit you were scared; you had never seen Richie like this before.
Richie turned to you and bent down, so that your eyes were level. He held his gaze for a moment before yelling, “Noticed how many fuckin’ drinks you guzzled you little shit!”. Your heart skipped a beat and the redness in your face started to go down. Richie was losing his shit, laughing like his intimidation tactic was the best thing. You placed your hands on your hips, cocking a disappointed eyebrow before sighing, “I didn’t even have that many get over it” you scoffed, shaking your head.
Richie stopped laughing, taking off his glasses to wipe his eyes of the tears he’d conjured with his ‘oh so not funny’ joke. You couldn’t help but stare, he looked so different without his glasses on, like a totally different person, more grown up too. Richie turned to you, giving a puzzled look, “something on my face?” he asked with genuine concern. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and you shook your head, avoiding his eyes once more.
Curiosity overwhelmed you, the thoughts of Richie’s indescribable actions and crazy mood swings perplexed you to no end, making you uncomfortable with the mystery of his actions. “Richie, do you hate me?” you asked, genuinely curious. Richie’s eyes widened, “W-What? Hell no why would you even think that? We’re friends” his last words struck your heart like a bullet. ‘Friends’ just ‘friends’.
“Friends… huh…” you mumbled, not able to keep your thoughts in your head. Richie looked you up and down, “What, we’re not friends?” Richie sounded genuinely confused for the first time but your heart wouldn’t stop bleeding, his words ringing in your ears. You knew you had a tiny crush on Richie but you never thought him calling you his ‘friend’ would hurt so bad.
You and Richie stood in awkward silence for awhile before Richie broke the silence, “Ooooh I get it, we’re not friends (Y/N), we’re best friends!” Richie spoke with such confidence, sounding like he had just solved the worlds hardest maths equation. But to you, Richie just sounded like that one kid in class who calls out an answer to a question they think is right with such confidence but it just turns out he’s wrong, completely wrong.
“No Richie…” you managed, attempting to hold back tears, “we’re not friends, or best friends” your voice cracked, even if you tried your hardest to sound angry. Before Richie could answer, you ran straight outside. Once you reached your car, you fumbled for the keys all the while hearing Richie’s voice as he called from behind you.
“(Y/N)! What did I do?!” Richie shouted, approaching you as you continued to find your car keys. “Fucking keys!” you grumbled in frustration, giving up and wiping your eyes. You spun around, meeting eyes with Richie once more; his stupid brown, sparkling eyes full of worry. You groaned internally, trying to straighten yourself up. But you couldn’t, his brows were furrowed and his arms were open, completely confused and speechless. His eyes were so dark and sad, your heart felt a bullet pass right through it once more and you snapped.
“Richie Tozier, you’re such a fucking idiot!” you cried, weakly pushing him away. “We’re not friends, I’ve had a fucking stupid crush on you since grade school how could you not notice?!” your voice cracked but you didn’t care, everything was bleeding out of the proverbial bullet wound in your heart, everything you tried to repress, every emotion.
Richie stood speechless, his face flushed completely red. His arms dropped by his sides and he stood, staring. “Don’t just fucking stare at me, say something!” you choked out, tears pouring down your cheeks. You probably looked like a complete mess but you didn’t even care.
“(Y/N) I…” Richie started, presumably trying to find the words to say. You stood there, tears streaming down your skin and disappointment written all over your face. “Forget it” you mumbled, turning to open your car door. Before you made your full turn, Richie grabbed your arm, tight.
“(Y/N) I’ve had a crush on you since grade school too” he spat, trying his hardest to make the confession as smooth as possible. Your eyes widened, the red in your cheeks returned and you tensed. “W-What…? Y-You’re fucking with me you dick” you stuttered, feeling your body melt as his hand remained glued to your arm.
Richie turned you to face him and lunged, crashing his lips into yours without a word. You couldn’t find it in you to fight back, no matter how angry you were at him. This kiss felt different from any other kiss you’ve experience. You could tell he meant it, his arm slithered around your waist and pulled you into him and you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. It was heaven in the cold weather, you were addicted to his warmth, trying to push yourself closer so that there is no space between the two of you.
Your tears made the kiss salty but sweet - it was a bitter sweet kiss. One that you’re never going to forget. You snaked your hands into his hair, tugging gently at the roots. Richie let out a sigh of pleasure into your mouth and you smirked to yourself, continuing to tease his hair between your fingers and scraping your nails on his scalp. Richie seemed to melt into you as you did to him and you were both in perfect sync.
You both pulled away, panting slightly and catching your breath. “God, you’re a fucking mess” you jested, looking at Richie’s now disheveled, dark brown hair. “Me? Look in the mirror, sweetheart”. You laughed, gently grabbing his hand. “We better go, the others are probably really worried” you stated, not even realising how long you two were gone for.
Richie nodded and pulled you along with him back to the house. You felt yourself grow warm, happy and content, weight lifted right off your shoulders.
“Oh and by the way, there was no more drinks in the fridge” Richie spoke coyly, glancing at you quickly with a smirk. “I just wanted to be alone with you” he added, his tone sweet and genuine.
Stopping before entering the house, you turned to Richie who smiled, “You know, for a jokester, you can be really heartfelt sometimes”. Richie’s face lit up with shades of red. “S-Shut the fuck up” he choked out, covering his mouth and entering the house before you. You laughed, following him in once more.
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