i feel like i send too many of these, but you are my favorite writer!! what about a richie tozier fic where richie is really upset one day and the reader comforts him? she confesses her love for him, and basically says something along the lines of “you mean the world to me, and i’d do anything for you” if you can’t write it, that’s okay!
Pairing: Richie x Reader
Warnings: One big swear
A/N: It’s no problem at all, don’t worry about it! Thank you! Is the GIF not working? idk why. I changed the request a bit I’m sorry about that. It’s short too oops
Most would expect Richie’s school locker to be filled with useless crap and papers that would spew out once he opened it, but Richie’s locker was usually empty.
One particular week though, after a bad run in with the Bowers Gang, Richie found he couldn’t take much weight on his sore, bruised back. Cursing as he spun the lock, recalling his combo, he stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the pile of crumpled papers (notes) in the middle of his locker.
“What the fuck?” Richie muttered, looking side to side, before picking one up and smoothing it out, trying to remember if he had put them there.
This sounds cheesy as hell but you mean the world to me and I’d do anything for you.
Flushing, he scrunched it up after he read it, stuffing the rest of them hurriedly in his pockets to read later as the school bell rang. Richie definitely did not put them there.
But then who did?
“You did? You’re the one that’s been leaving me those notes?”
Y/N nodded, not meeting Richie’s eyes, embarrassed. When Richie had asked his fellow Losers to help him discover who the secret admirer, note leaver, was the next day Y/N had come up and confessed. Just like that.
“Yeah. It’s weird, I know. I’m sorry. I just really like you and I didn’t know how to tell you. And Bev told me how you were looking for the who wrote the notes, so she told me to tell you.”
“D-did you mean what you said in them?” Richie asked awkwardly.
Pausing, Y/N nodded again, scuffing her shoe on the ground.
“They were really nice.” Richie said quietly.
Silence enveloped them, both of them seemingly unable to look at each other.
“I’d like to get to know you more.” Richie blurted suddenly, unsure of how to phrase exactly what he was thinking and feeling. “Like on a date I guess?”
“A.. a date sounds good.” Y/N smiled bashfully.
“Good.” Richie smiled back.