IT ONESHOTS

Guilt

Summary: Richie and Reader are having a bit of problems.

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"Fuck you Y/n. You never want to listen to my ideas, why does it always have to be your ideas?" Richie groans, pushing Y/n against the wooden wall.

Y/n gasped "If you want to get killed. Fine, go get Eddie to kiss your ass" Y/n scream, pushing him back.

Richie chuckled "Your the worst girlfriend in the world."

Y/n froze and her mouth was open "Are you being serious right now? I let you stay at my house whenever your daddy spanks you. I quit the soccer team just to be around your clingy ass. Did I ever get a thank you? No. No I didn't" Y/n screeched. Pointer finger digging into Richie'a chest.

"I never asked you to" Richie remarked, grabbing her wrist "You don't have to. It's just what a girlfriend should to Richie" Y/n cried out. Yanking her wrist out.

"You know how hard it is to be around you all the time? It's like a mocking bird. You always fucking laugh at me and shit, can't even speak on your own though" Richie laughed hysterically. Taking a step closer to Y/n.

Y/n took a step back with tears in her eyes "I laugh cause you make funny jokes. Was I not supposed to laugh? Just let the room get awkward with silence? And you know I have selective mutism so fuck you."

Richie narrowed his eyes down on her "Whatever. Your whiny and a slut, so go fuck your self" Richie spat at her. Pushing her against the wall, standing in front of her.

"I can't believe I ever loved you" Y/n scoffed, Richie now had tears streaming down his face "You still do." Richie grit threw his teeth.

Y/n let out a sharp breath and shook her head "Not after this. You're not even sorry" Y/n panted.

Richie punched the wall beside her head, the wall crumbling. Richie pulled his fist out the wall "I'm sorry Y/n... I'm sorry your a disappointment to everyone" Richie sighed.

Y/n now was the one crying "We're done. Don't expect this to be like the last time. I can't keep letting you break my heart each time your mad at me" Y/n sobbed. Wiping her tears on her sleeve.

Richie licked his lips "If you know what's best for you. You'll come around" Richie seethed. Placing a hand on Y/n's jawline.

"If I know what's best for you, I'd come around. But not anymore Richie. Now please move" Y/n cried.

Richie stood still, placing his arms on either side of her body "You're not leaving" Richie demanded. Tears flowing down his face. One dripping onto Y/n's arm.

"I need to leave Richie. Please move" Y/n's voice cracked. Staring at his big doe eyes. "Please don't leave" Richie begged.

Richie always does this. He guilt trips Y/n into staying. Like last time she tried to break up with him. He used 'is it cause my dad hits me?' Card on her. He knew what he was doing.

Y/n felt the guilt overwhelmed her body. Her heart stinging, stomach tightening. "I'm so sorry Richie. But please fucking move" Y/n spoke softly.

"Please don't leave. At least not right now. Stay with me. Even if it's just for a few more minutes" Riche whined, cupping her face. Y/n felt the butterflies in her stomach.

"Don't do this Richie" Y/n mumbled "Do what?" Richie asked, giving her puppy eyes. Leaning into the kiss.

"One last kiss" Y/n breath hitched once his other hand was on her hip. Gently massaging it. Richie smiled and connected there lips.

Y/n gripped her hands on each side of Richie's cheeks. Richie felt every problem that ever crossed his mind erase. Nipping at her lips.

Y/n moaned lightly. Pushing Richie back, walking past him. Out of his house.

Richie knew he lost her this time. She wouldn't come crawling back like a cat. She knew he was dangerously manipulative.