richie tozier angst oneshots.

4 - you drew stars around our scars

richie ran as fast as he could through the woods, ignoring the searing pain in his chest and legs. he came to a stop a doubled over, wheezing, as he opened the trapdoor to the losers' clubhouse.

he quickly climbed down the steps, nearly falling as he got to the bottom one. once he got to the floor he looked up, panting, to see five losers staring back at him. everyone was there except for beverly. their literal queen, let's be honest.

"well damn, someone's excited." a voice came from behind him, and he turned around immediately and almost tackled beverly. "AHH- holy shit, rich, you good?"

"NO OF COURSE NOT I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN LIKE A WHOLE WEEK OH MY GOOOD IT WAS THE MOST PAINFUL WEEK OF MY WHOLE GODDAMN LIFE I ALMOST DIED BEVVIE I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH AND I COULDN'T EVEN GO SEE MS. K WHICH WAS ABSOLUTELY THE WORST PART OF IT AND-" richie rambled, still clinging onto beverly.

"shut up, will you?" stan groaned, throwing his hand to his forehead.

"well SOMEBODY'S dick's twisted up today," richie shot back. "what happened uris? not getting any bird bitches?"

"i-" stanley started, but paused as he took in what richie said. "wait, what?"

"oh don't act innocent, i've seen your 'bird watching sessions' bird fucker."

beverly giggled, slapping the back of richie's head. he made fists and pretended to punch her and they both started laughing together.

"you two done?" came eddie's voice.

"eds! eddalicious! eddio-spaghettio! wheezy! how ya been, hubby?" richie said, immediately running over to eddie and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. eddie rolled his eyes and pushed richie's arm off his shoulders.

"can you not? i'm not in the mood for your shit today, rich."

richie's smile faded. "what's wrong? what happened?" he asked, suddenly very protective. eddie raised an eyebrow at the sudden change. "what?" richie asked, noticing his expression.

"someone's protective," richie shrugged. "it's these stupid fucking scars." eddie looked down, scratching at the ones on his arm. "everyone's been making fun of us, it's the 'mark of the freaks' now. not only that, people have been making fun of me and ben because of the surgery scars i have on my arm and the scars ben's got on his stomach."

"oh," richie said, looking around at the losers' faces. all of them had a sort of agreeing look on their face. richie thought for a moment, then took a thin marker that he's stolen from his mom out of his pocket. "gimme your arm." richie said, grabbed eddie's arm. he looked up at richie, the curiosity on his face morphing into anger.

"what the fuck are you doing?" eddie yelled, but calmed down when he looked down at what richie was doing. he was drawing stars of all different sizes and shapes around the scars on eddie's arm and hand. "oh," his said quietly, looking back up at richie. he smiled kindly. eddie smiled back. "thanks."

"no problemo, eddio. now who's up next for some one-of-a-kind tattoos from the infamous richie tozier!"

not much later, all the losers had different shaped stars anywhere they had a scar, and weirdly, they helped a lot with the insecurity that came with them. everyone was talking and laughing while richie stayed in the corner, watching them happily.

he crept over to the latter and quietly climbed out of the clubhouse, careful not to make any noise when he shut the trapdoor. nobody noticed, and if they did, they didn't come after him.

he walked around in the woods for a while before coming to a familiar tree, with the carving 'I ♡ LOSERS' on it. He sat against the tree and gazed up at the sky, glad no one had followed him out.

he was glad the losers were happy, any time he made them happy he himself felt happy. the losers happiness was one of his only forms of happiness, and he'd never, as long as he lived, give them up.