We Love You
x gif not mine x
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Fem!reader
Summary: Y/N is a part of the losers club, and they, especially Richie, comfort her after they see her storming out of her home, crying.
A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I wanted to write something that would help me release some of the built up anger I have right now. It’s been a rough couple of days. I’ll get to my requests as soon as I can, and please excuse any mistakes since I’m writing this on my phone.
“Y/N, where do you think you’re going?” Y/N heard a voice boom behind her. Her hand had barely grazed the doorknob of the front door before she was stopped by her father.
“Out with my friends,” Y/N replied, casually. She knew her father didn’t like her friends, and he always tried to make them sound bad. His face turned a slight red color as his hands balled up into fists. Her father never appreciated Y/N and loved to fight with her every chance he got.
“Y/N, you know I don’t like you hanging out with those kids. They’re nothing but trouble. All they do is drag you down everytime they get dragged down,” her father said, making Y/N’s emotions rage full of anger.
“You know nothing about them. You don’t have the slightest clue of what they’ve been through. We have each other’s backs and I’m not going to let you step between us.”
“Y/N, honey, they’re using you. They don’t really love you. You’re their scapegoat. They don’t give a shit about you, they only give a shit about the fact that you’re a good kid and you can get away with anything! They’re using you!” Her father was yelling by the end of his little blow up. Y/N had tears running down her face. Her father’s face didn’t soften one bit.
“You want to know why I’m always with them? Because they do care about me. They do give a shit about me. They do love me. They would do anything for me, because they have my back, unlike you.” Y/N sneered at her father, trying to not let his words get to her. Before her father could say anything else, Y/N was already walking out the door with it slamming behind her.
Tears covered Y/N’s vision as she made her way down the walkway leading to her porch. Her bike was propped up against the tree in their front yard.
Y/N got on the bike, not peddling yet though, because more tears started to gather in her eyes. She couldn’t believe how her father was blaming her friends for the way she is or the trouble she gets into. The only person she could blame was her father. Her father was an asshole.
Putting her right foot on the right pedal, Y/N was about to take off before she heard a voice behind her yell her name. She could recognize that voice anywhere.
The voice and the sound of multiple bikes riding made Y/N come to the conclusion that the losers club was behind her. Her best friends. She turned around, keeping her head down so they wouldn’t see her tear stained face.
“Hey guys,” Y/N said, trying to sound as cheerful as she could. As convincing it sounded, the losers saw right through her.
“A-Are you okay?” Bill said, quietly. Y/N looked up, not caring about how her face looked anymore. She shook her head, and the loser knew that she truly wasn’t okay.
“Let’s go to the barrens. It’s more private and quieter there,” Stan suggested, and everyone agreed. Y/N nodded her head, fixing her position on her bike so she would be ready to ride.
Bill was in the front with Mike while everyone else followed. Y/N was a little slower than usual, but no one complained about it. Richie could only stare at Y/N and wonder what happened that got her all messed up like this.
Richie just wanted to slam on the brake right then and there and just walk over to hug Y/N. Just hug her for as long as she needs. But Richie cleared that thought out of his mind and continued pedaling after everyone.
They all reached the barrens where they just dropped their bikes and sat where they found a suitable place to sit. Everyone was facing each other, in a circle. Y/N was sat between Richie and Beverly while everyone else had their eyes on her.
“Do y-you want to t-talk about i-it?” Bill stuttered out, making Y/N smile softly at him. Y/N nodded while everyone else started listening.
“My father told me that you guys didn’t care about me and that you were only using me. He told me that you didn’t love me, and that you were dragging me down. I know it’s not true, but what kind of a parent tells that to their kid. He doesn’t realize that it’s him who doesn’t give a shit about me. He just wants to control me and-and tell me all these lies. I can’t take it anymore!” Y/N rushed through the story, not wanting to spend anymore time talking about it than she has to.
The losers looked at each other, shaking their heads and frowning. They didn’t believe that someone could tell Y/N that, especially after everything they’ve been through.
“Y/N everything your dad said, it’s not true. You know we care about you so much, that we’d probably die for you. We would die for each other. After everything we’ve been through, we’re not going to just act like you don’t matter. Y/N, you mean a lot to us. You especially mean a lot to-“ Beverly was speaking, but got cut off by Richie.
“Okay! What Bev is trying to say is don’t let your dad tell you what he wants you to believe. You believe what you want to believe, and don’t give a shit about what anyone else thinks.”
“You’d probably give a shit about what Richie thinks though,” Stan said, chuckling and receiving a death glare from Richie.
“What?” Y/N asked, confused. The rest of the club was looking down or had knowing smirks on their faces. Richie was just glaring at all of them.
“We’ll let Richie explain it to you,” Eddie said, standing up along with the rest of the losers. They all walked away, leaving Y/N alone with Richie.
“Well, they’re never going to shut up about it so I might as well just come out with it.” Y/N nodded slowly, waiting for whatever it was that Richie was nervous to tell.
“I like you, Y/N,” Richie said, letting out a big breath of air. Y/N grinned at Richie, thankful that her crush also had the same feelings.
“I like you too, Richie,” Y/N said, awkwardly tilting her head to plant her lips onto Richie’s. It was an awkward kiss, but it couldn’t have been better.