miller's; richie tozier x reader

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[ a/n: thanks for 1k. we appreciate you. ]

y/n

i groan into my soft mattress. how the fuck did richie start hanging out with her?!

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the next day, during lunch, i sit with the losers. "okay, where the flying fuck is richie?" beverly asks in frustration.

"h-he's c-coming," bill answers as we all look where he's looking. richie is walking over with aviana.

"oh look, he brought company," eddie comments.

as richie takes a seat, stan opens his mouth to make a comment. however, the boy is silenced when bill sends him a glare as if to say "say something and you're fucking dead".

"hey, losers," richie greets as he sits with aviana. ingrid then rolls her eyes and drinks the tea from her bottle.

"everyone please welcome aviana to the losers club," ingrid spits out the tea.

"say that again? i didn't hear you properly." ingrid stares at him in shock. "she's a loser now!" richie smiles.

"okay, how the fuck is she a loser, exactly?" stan asked and stabbed his meal with his fork.

however, this question goes unnoticed and aviana sits uninvitedly. "althea leaves for one fucking day and this happens," we all groan.

"well aviana can replace her for now, they're both amazing people anyway." richie chuckles while looking at aviana. to this comment, bill lets out an angry sigh.

he grabs his lunch and leaves the table. we all slowly follow. of course, the only one who hasn't left, is me. i sat with aviana and richie, both of them watching me.

anxiety takes over at seeing their stares and i run to follow the other losers. i see them sitting in the gym, all surrounding bill.

upon closer inspection, he's raging. "h-how co-could he say th-that?!" his hands were bundled up on fists.

"don't worry, bill. the millers will be back soon," eddie patted his back. i sat down with them and make my presence known, "aviana is not a loser." to this, the losers muttered out agreements.

"which one of us is currently closest to richie?" ingrid asks. the losers all turn to me. "y/n, perfect! you're richie's biggest weakness. can you trash the trashmouth, maybe?" ben rushes out.

"i-i... maybe?" i say with uncertainty. "y-yuh-you can t-try," bill smiled.

"of course," i let out a nervous chuckle. "thanks, y/n." bev smiled.