Loverboy (Richie Tozier x Reader)
Request - hello!!! can i have a richie x reader
imagine where the reader is older than richie (and because of that richie
doesn’t think he has a chance) and they all go swimming and when reader strips
he gets super flustered and everyone else checks them out so he gets jealous
and the boys start teasing him by making him more jealous and eventually he
confesses and yay!!
You can read part 2 here
That summer was loud music blaring through car speakers. It was the smell of burning fires and the sound of splashing water. That summer was a friendship nobody thought would last, but did. It was the crackling of the open flame as a group of losers sat around, sharing their stories and wondering when they would come to their ends, not in the sense of their deaths, but the death of their friendships. But most importantly, that summer was the realization that they were now “grown up”. They had jobs. They had cars and lives and were seniors in high school. And soon they would all be parting ways for college and going with their own lives.
That summer, most importantly for Richard Tozier, was the summer that he fell in love, no matter how cheesy that sounded. She was a freshman at the community college, and everything about her screamed “dream girl” in his eyes. But she was older, and in college. He never stood a chance with her, even if she was only a year older. Why would any girl as rad as her want to hang out with a loser like Richie?
YN was best friends with Beverly, having met while Bev was out taking photos that summer. YN walked into frame by pure coincidence, and suddenly became the muse that Beverly had been searching for, for so long.
“Please don’t move!” Bev called out, not asking the girl if it was okay to take her picture, but lifting her camera up to her face quickly to snap the picture. Much to her surprise, the girl didn’t flinch or move an inch, staying still so that she would be able to quickly take the picture. “Thank you…” Beverly breathed out as she lowered the camera, causing the girl to laugh and turn her head towards her.
“Normally I would start a conversation with hey or something, but that’s fine too I guess.” YN said, smirking slightly as she studied the red headed girl that stood before her, fiddling with the film camera that was between her hands delicately. Beverly laughed, nodding her head in agreement and smiling at her sheepishly.
“Yeah, normally I would too, but you walked into frame at the right moment and I couldn’t waste the perfect opportunity. I’m Beverly Marsh, you must be new to Derry, I haven’t seen you around.” She stated, holding her hand out for YN to take in her own. YN tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and smiled back, shaking her hand as she nodded her head at Beverly.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N. I just moved here with my family a few weeks ago. I haven’t really left my house since we got here, since I don’t know anybody.” YN explained to Bev, rubbing the back her neck. A large grin spread over Beverly’s face and she placed a hand on her own hip gently.
“Well now you know me, and I have a few friends that you can meet too. Not many, but nobody really needs that many friends to begin with.” She said, before taking YN’s wrist between her skinny fingers and tugging her gently. YN’s eyes widened slightly, not expecting Beverly to be this straight forward and forceful. Something inside of her told her to turn around and walk away, that this girl was probably on more drugs than she knew what to do with, but something else was telling her to go. What was there for her to lose? She left everything back in her hometown, every friend that she had and every dream that she was pursing. It was one of the first weeks of summer and she had been expecting to spend the rest of it cooped up in her new bedroom, staring at the walls and wanting to tear her eyes out of her face. Even if this girl did brutally murder her, at least it would be some form of entertainment at this point.
On the somewhat short journey that Beverly took YN on, she basically explained her life story. How she was supposed to have been meeting these friends of hers at the quarry and how she had let that completely slip her mind while she was taking pictures. She had been searching for the perfect muse for months and hadn’t been able to find it until YN came along and basically got in the way, but it was the best thing that could have happened to Beverly in her eyes. When they finally arrived, all eyes were on her. Six boys were sitting next to the water and had all simultaneously looked up once Beverly’s feet hit the rocks.
“This is YN. She’s new.” Bev introduced, and that was it. That was the only thing that Beverly had to say to convince the boys that YN was okay, that she wasn’t like people in the past who had bullied them or picked on them. These boys trusted Beverly more than YN had seen anyone trust someone before, which in a way was shocking but also endearing as well. This also happened to be the moment when Richie realized that, maybe he wasn’t some hard ass that had no feelings after all.
Puberty had been kind to Richie. He grew tall, but was still the lanky child he had always been. Facial wise, he had become more handsome over the years, opting to still wear his large frame glasses for conventionality. His hair was slightly longer, his jaw stronger and more prominent. He was the model for many pictures that Beverly took. He was still the loud mouth that he had been growing up, maybe slightly worse now that he was older. His overall wardrobe consisted of more “grunge” clothing as he liked to describe it, but it was more just him not trying, as Eddie often described it.
The moment he laid his eyes on YN though, the cool façade that he liked to give up melted away into the water at his feet, as if it was never there in the first place. He pushed his glasses up with a shaky hand and unsteady breath and the only words he could say were, “Oh fuck, dude..” The weeks that followed this encounter were filled with Richie trying to build up the courage to talk to her, always watching as the other built friendships with her and made her laugh, something that he wished he could build the nerve the to do but he couldn’t even admit to himself that he liked her to begin with. Her eyes would land on him for a moment while she spoke to someone else, scanning his body and smiling once she reached his face, causing him to blush slightly and not realize that this girl was blatantly checking him out. This would always cause him to look away, not wanting her to see the blush that covered his pale cheeks and she would pout slightly, feeling as though he was just not interested in her that way.
It was the night that they decided to have their biggest bonfire of the summer, a sort of celebration, a way to initiate their new member of the losers club, right there on the cliff. Richie was volunteered, much against his will, to go pick up YN from her house. It wasn’t that she couldn’t drive herself, but the less cars that were there, the better, just for space reasons. It also wasn’t that he didn’t want to pick her up, because that was far from the case. It was more that, he was afraid of the way he felt for her, and he didn’t know how to even start a conversation with the girl.
He played music loudly from the speakers of his car, mostly The Cure, his voice quietly singing along as he drove down YN’s street. When he saw her sitting against the curb, a backpack slung over his shoulder, he felt a warm feeling flood his body and his cheeks turned slightly pink. He rolled his window down, sliding his glasses down his nose and leaned himself against the center console, trying his best to be his usual self as he smiled at her while she stood.
“Hey lil momma, lemme take you for a spin.” He said smoothly, mentally slapping himself for saying something so corny. A grin broke out over her face and she laughed, shaking her head and throwing her backpack into the back seat as she slid into his car.
“Wow, use that on all the ladies?” She asked him with a raised eyebrow, making him shake his head quickly.
“Only the pretty ones. And the only other pretty ladies that I know are Eddie’s mom.” Richie told her in a matter-of-fact tone, causing her to erupt with laughter, pushing his shoulder gently. He smiled, pushing his glasses back up and settling back into his seat. “Also, just so you’re aware, if I hadn’t pushed my glasses back up I would be blind. Like a bat.” He informed her. YN looked over slowly, an eyebrow raised.
“You sure you can drive us?” She asked slowly, making him laugh and nod his head, putting the car back into drive.
“Most definitely.” He told her sassily, pulling the car back off onto the road easily. He reached over, turning the radio back up and jumping slightly as YN squealed with excitement.
“I love this song!!” She said, turning the radio up even louder, almost to ear splitting volume. Richie could feel his heart beating heavier in his chest at her words. Not only was she attractive, but she liked the same music as him, and actually laughed at his jokes without calling him a creep. He felt as if at any second he would melt into a fucking puddle, which was not something he needed right now.
“I could…make you a mixtape sometime…if you wanted?” Richie offered, having to yell over the music so that she would be able to hear him. YN’s whole face lit up as he looked at her quickly, nodding her head enthusiastically at his offer.
“I would love that, Richie!” She yelled back, pulling her legs up underneath herself in her seat and singing along to the music loudly, making Richie smile even bigger than he was before.
“Fucking perfect…” Richie whispered to himself, chuckling and shaking his head slightly. The girl that sat in the seat next to him was nothing less than perfect in his eyes, which wasn’t something he felt about someone before. Maybe when he was younger, but not anyone in recent years. It wasn’t his style to have a crush on someone, and he really didn’t want to change that now. She sat next to him now in a pair of denim shorts and an oversized tshirt that she had tucked a corner of into the pocket of her shorts. Otherwise it would look like she wasn’t wearing pants. Everything about her made his heart pound roughly in his chest, feeling like it would explode any second as they drove down to the cliff side. She had begun to lean closer to him subconsciously over the center console, their arms brushing against each other as they both leaned against it gently.
“Sorry!” She had said, causing him to shake his head. What he had wanted to say in return was something along the lines of, ‘No please, touch me more’ but how could a teenage boy say that without it sounding like the weirdest thing you had ever said in your life? He kept his mouth closed as he gently pulled her arm closer, laying his own over hers gently, fingers touching hers gently. Her cheeks heated up as she looked down at her lap, her internal voice screaming for her to slide her fingers between his smoothly, yet she couldn’t get the nerve to do so. He watched the road intently, not wanting to look at her because he knew that if he did, in that moment that they made eye contact, he would end up becoming a huge pussy and pulling his arm away back to the steering wheel that he had been expertly turning with one hand. Something about this girl was fucking up his insides, and he loved every second of it.
When the pair approached the cliff, YN jumped out of Richie’s car, a large smile spread over her face while she walked towards Beverly, ready to spill every aspect of what had just happened to her. If anyone knew how YN felt about Richie, it would be Beverly. A few nights prior, YN had spent the night with Bev and spilled her feelings about Richie to her. The only issue was the he was younger, and she didn’t think he would like her because of that. No matter how much Beverly argued about that fact, YN still felt like he would prefer a girl his age, maybe even younger than him. Even though he was by far taller than her, and more confident in most aspects, she wasn’t sure he would still like her the way she liked him. Everyone saw the way Richie looked at her, therefor everyone knew how he felt. Everyone except for her, and nobody wanted to spill it to her before Richie did it himself. Richie walked towards Eddie and Bill who stood, trying to start the fire. His hands were shoved deeply into the pockets of his tight jeans, his head hanging low and his curly falling in his eyes. As he approached, Eddie looked up with a small smile on his face.
“Did you tell her yet?” He asked Richie quietly, looking around for YN to make sure she wouldn’t hear, just incase he hadn’t yet told her about his feelings. Richie shook his head, sighing a little bit. Nobody had ever heard Richie quite so quiet in their lives, so it was slightly unsettling that he was being so quiet now.
“We talked about music. I’m making her a mixtape.” Richie said, looking up, squinting his eyes from the setting sun slightly. Eddie stared at him, then rolled his eyes.
“Are you serious? Richie, if you don’t tell her soon, someone else is going to confess to her. Just because we’re her only friends right now doesn’t mean that she won’t make new friends once she starts college. You’ve gotta tell her soon.” Eddie told him, throwing another stick onto the fire that they had began. Bill looked over, nodding in agreement.
“I t-think that Mike was ta-ta-talking about her the other day.” Bill informed him. Richie’s body tensed and he slowly looked over at Bill, an eyebrow raised. Everyone knew how Richie felt, and for Bill to say that one of their own friends was talking about YN made his blood boil. Bill chuckled when he saw Richie’s expression, poking the fire with the end of his stick, then dropping it into the flame. “Just going to ha-have to be faster, L-l-loverboy.” He teased, turning and walking towards Stan, Mike and Ben. YN and Beverly stood off towards the trees, YN telling Beverly excitedly what had happened on the way there. Beverly smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder and shaking her head, laughing.
“I told you, loser. He does like you.” Bev said, looking over and making eye contact with Richie before winking in his direction, then pulling YN over to the fire. “We have to initiate her. Make her an official loser.” Beverly stated loudly for everyone to hear, causing everyone to look over, grins slowly spreading over all their faces simultaneously. YN looked nervously over at Beverly.
“Initiate? You guys aren’t going to do something weird, are you?” YN asked in a quiet whisper, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck as she looked around at everyone. It was beginning to get darker, and the sun slowly setting. Beverly looked up at the sky, then shook her head at YN’s question.
“No, but we have to hurry. It’s starting to get dark.” She said, only causing YN to get more nervous at what they were about to do to her that would require daylight. Beverly slowly pulled YN over to the edge of the cliff, a smirk on her face. “You have to jump, YN.” She informed her. YN took a step back, staring at Beverly as if she was crazy.
“Fucking jump?? Beverly are you trying to kill me? I know I make a lot of jokes about wanting to die but I’m not serious about it, dude, I’m not ready to fucking die.” YN said exasperated, pointing to the edge of the cliff. “This is really fucking high. I’m a small girl, dude. I will DIE.” She added making Beverly erupt into giggles, shaking her head and pushing her shoulder gently.
“We all did it when we were 13, you’re not going to die. Come on, YN. We’ll all jump in after you, right guys?” Beverly turned her head and looked at the others, waiting for them to nod their heads in agreement. She smiled as they nodded in her direction and YN sighed, looking over the cliff one last time before she shook her head and began pulling her shirt over her head.
“Fuck it.” She said loudly, throwing her t-shirt at Stan, who caught it and placed it down neatly on the ground. The boys stared at her with wide eyes, not meaning to look at her as long as they were but also not being able to help it at the same time. She kicked her shorts off, throwing them in the same direction as her shirt, crossing her arms over her stomach and looking down again at the water, taking a deep breath. Bill bit his lip gently as he looked at her, looking over at the others.
“Damn…” He whispered, not stuttering as he said this, the others nodding in agreement. All but Richie. He watched her carefully, his heart audibly pounding in his chest. His eyes scanned her figure, his cheeks heating up as he looked her over. He bit his lip, raising his hand to his mouth and placing his thumb against his bottom lip gently.
“What if she gets hurt?” Was the only thing he was able to say as he watched her talk to Beverly for a moment before taking a few steps back. The others just shook their heads in response, watching her as she readied herself for the jump. He looked at them all, feeling his chest get warm with anger. “Quit being fucking perverts, assholes.” He growled out, punching Bill in the arm for staring just a little too long. The looks that he received when he had said this were those of shook, no one believing that this was Richie Tozier that was sitting here, telling THEM to not be perverts. They just didn’t understand how much he truly liked this girl, though. His heart beat became erratic as he watched her sprint to the edge, and just as she jumped over the side he stepped forward, wanting to go after her even though he knew she would be okay. They had all done it before, it wasn’t anything new, but he wanted to protect her from everything and anything. He looked over at the others who were now taking their shirts off to jump in as well, and he quickly undressed himself, wanting to be the first one to get to her. He threw his clothes on top of hers, his glasses on top of the pile, and he dropped into a dead sprint after her. The water was cold as he hit it, and when he came up for air he looked around for her with wild eyes, pushing his hair out of his face. She was sat against the cliffs edge, breathing heavily as she sat on the rocks. He smiled as he swam towards her, pushing himself up on the rock next her.
“Welcome to the losers club, asshole.” He teased, smiling as she giggled and pushed him. She was shivering when she touched him, her skin as cold as ice and he looked down at her. “Cold?” he asked, pulling her close to his much warmer body when she nodded her head in response. Her face grew bright red when he pulled her to his side, and she laughed when the rest of the losers jumped into the water, all yelling loudly and pushing each other under the water. She pulled herself away from Richie, though he really wished that she hadn’t and swam towards them to join in on the fun that they were having. Richie gave a small sigh as he watched her, wishing that he could just man up and tell her how he really felt about her. The longer that she swam around the others, the more he wanted to punch all of them in the face, not caring that these were his best friends that he was talking about. He wanted nothing more than to for her to be his, but he couldn’t voice this to her only due to the fact that he didn’t know how. The more they flirted with her, the angrier he got, his face growing more and more red as he watched. Finally, he stood up with a loud sigh, walking back up the cliff side to get away from them and calm himself down. She wasn’t his, yet here he was, acting as if she was and as though he was allowed to get mad at this, though he knew very well that he couldn’t. Shit, as far as he knew, she didn’t even like him that way. And she probably never would, as far as he was concerned.
He pulled a pair of boxers out of the back of his car that he had brought with him, not wanting to have to sit around in wet boxers for the rest of the night. He walked back over to his clothes that laid on top of YN’s, pushing his glasses back up onto his face and searching the pile for his jeans. He turned his head when he heard laughter coming closer to him, his wet curls stick to his face. The others must have gotten bored, since they were already coming back. His cheeks grew hot when he saw Stan’s arm lazily slung over YN’s shoulders. Richie stood, grabbing his shirt roughly from the pile and pulling it over his head, then leaning again to pick up his hoodie but stopping himself, staring at it amongst the other clothes that were in the pile as well. YN walked over, picking her clothes up and smiling slightly at Richie.
“Hey, your hoodie.” She said, picking it up for him, reaching her hand out to give it to him but he pushed her hand back.
“You can wear it, so you don’t get your shirt wet.” Richie told her, making her smile at him warmly and pull it over her head, adjusting her hair over the hood. He blushed looking at her, then took another step towards her. “I need to talk to you…about something kind of important.” He said as she pulled her shorts on. YN looked up at him, concern covering her features.
“Are you okay?” She asked, worried. He shook his head, laughing and pulling her back towards his car with him, leaving the others to get dressed next to the fire. The light from the fire lit his face as he looked towards it, trying to calm himself down enough to talk to her, to even say what he had been wanting to talk to her about. YN watched him carefully, leaning against the hood of his car, the hoodie she was wearing almost swallowing her small frame.
“YN, I like you.” He finally blurted out, looking over towards her. “I’ve liked you for a long ass time now. Since I first saw you I liked you. And no, it’s not just the kind of like where I want to fuck you and leave, that’s not what this is. Like, I seriously like you. I want to be your boyfriend and do cute shit with you and yeah, maybe fuck you but that’s not really required unless you want to because I’m not the kind of guy to force that shit onto a girl! And like when I saw you with Stan or the others I just got so fucking jealous because I don’t want anyone else looking at you the way I do, ya know?” The words came out in a hurry, like vomit. Her heart fluttered in her chest as he spoke, and she laughed slightly at certain aspects of his monologue.
“Richie…I like you too.” She said in a quiet voice, causing him to look over excitedly, not caring how lame it was that he was excited about this. He grabbed her gently, pulling her close.
“Holy fuck dude…that’s rad.” He said as he hugged her, making her laugh harder than she had in the past.
OKAY SO IM PLANNING ON EITHER REDOING THIS AND MAKING IT A LONGER STORY BECAUSE I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT RN AND IT’S THE LONGEST REQUEST OR FIC THAT I’VE DONE IN GENERAL. IM SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE THIS, I WANTED TO MAKE IT GOOD AND I WAS SICK AROUND THE TIME THAT I GOT THIS REQUEST, AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BECAUSE I LOVED WRITING IT OMFG.