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Snakes - Richie Tozier

   Request: Can you do a richie x reader, were the reader is a complete badass and has a huge crush on richie, and he's dating another girl and shes doing stuff behind his back, and the girl overhears and threatens to beat her ass if she doesn't come clean.  

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(y/n) sat next to Richie as they ate their food together, the warm sun shining down on them as they waited for the rest of their friends. "Richie?" She asked, toying with a fry.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you with her?" (y/n) flinched when she heard him groan beside her. It was a bit of a sore subject between the two of them but it never seemed to stop her from bringing it up whenever they were alone. Maybe that's why hes spending less time with you, she thought.

"I really don't see why you care so much about my relationships. They don't concern you." He looked away from her and his tray of food as he shook his head, standing up, "I'm gonna go find Janet, I guess I'll see you later."

She dropped the fry she held, the food hitting the plate as she hung her head in shame, she'd done it again. It was an accident the first time she scared away Richie's girlfriend, she was a sweet girl too; Much better than the latest flings.

The second girl was less of an accident. When Richie first brought her around the losers club she had insulted Eddie's fanny packs, surprising all of them. So (y/n) didn't hesitate to inform the girl that "The losers would rather be stuck in room with the bowers gang for 24 hours than see her face around their lunch table ever again."

When she ran away after that, Richie didn't chase her. The losers club never heard about it after and figured she was old news.

Now the trashmouth had moved onto girl number three, and boy oh boy did she miss girl number one. (y/n) didn't understand why the losers couldn't see past the cheery facade that girl number three. Janet, her name was. (y/n) didn't even try to pretend she liked the girl, initially she figured she could just avoid her but Richie pushed the two girls together one day while at the quarry. It didn't end well and (y/n) snapped at the both of them before storming off.

Ever since then tensions had been high between her and Richie. She had begun to feel more and more like an outcast in the losers club, all of them accepting Janet with open arms.

Stan was the only one who sort of saw through Janet's fake personality but chose not to say anything to avoid drama. (y/n) understood, she really did, but she still felt the sting of his choice.

Pushing herself away from the bench she dumped her food in the garbage. Passing by Belch's car, the bowers gang hanging around it as they pushed each other around. (y/n) noticed a blur of black hair against the hood of the car, being held down by Henry.

At first she thought Henry had just found another boy to harass before he moved off the figure, realizing his grip on them. Janet sat up on the hood, pulling Henry closer to her before kissing him deeply.

Out raged (y/n) began to see red, her vision blurred with fury. Every rational thought tossed out the window as she sprinted towards the car. Reaching them she shoved Henry off Janet, grabbing her by her shirt and pinning her to the hood of the blue car.

"Now look here, snake. What the fuck do you think you were doing exactly? Because last I knew you were dating my best fucking friend." (y/n) seethed, holding the scared girl down.

Janet looked over to Henry for help only to see him turn his head away. "Aw.. whats wrong? He won't help you? How unfortunate, should have thought twice before getting into bed with Bowers over there."

(y/n) saw the blonde haired boy jaw clench at her comment. For once she wasn't scared of him or his goons, this time they were afraid of her, and for good reason. Nothing they could do would make her back down.

The look in her eyes reminded Henry of his father and he knew not to mess with crazy like that.

"Alright now, you listen closely. Got it?" (y/n) paused waiting for a response, Janet merely nodded her head furiously. "Perfect. Now, in a second I'm gonna let you go and you're gonna go to Richie and tell him that you cheated, that the stress of a relationship was too much and that you need out. Good?"

She nodded again.

(y/n) reluctantly released her grip on the girl and let her out from under her.

Janet faked composure and adjusted her skirt, giving (y/n) a disdainful once over. (y/n) went to move forward towards her, a snarl leaving her lips. Janet's eyes widened at the sound, immediately sprinting off towards the school.

(y/n) looked behind her at the sound of Henry's voice.

"Look, kid. That was brave, took some balls so I'll let you off this time. But let me myself very clear, if you lay your hands on me ever again you'll live to regret it." The anger she felt began to dissipate as Henry talked down to her. Although she wasn't one to get spooked easily.

"Thanks, blondie. You might want to might want to wash your car though, something as dirty as Janet has gotta leave a stain." With that (y/n) turned on her heel, hurrying away from the gang of rebels.

(y/n) waited impatiently by Richie's locker as she willed him to return from his conversation. After fifteen minutes she decided to venture around the school campus. She searched the janitors closet, the boiler room, and the gym before continuing her search outside.

Exiting the large doors she found Richie Tozier sitting on the school steps, staring out into the street. (y/n) sat down next to him quietly. They sat there in silence, cars and people passing by as they continued their days.

Out of the corner of her eye (y/n) saw Richie's finger twitch before he slowly slid his hand into hers. He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"I heard what you did. Word travels fast" He said, still looking forward as people moved about.

"Are you mad?" (y/n) asked, preparing for the worst out come.

"Maybe I should be, but I'm not. I'd do the same if a boy did that to you, hell I'd do the same if a boy looks too long at you."

She smiled at his answer, letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding. (y/n) laid her head on his shoulder.

Maybe scaring girl number three off wasn't too bad of an idea, maybe Richie would finally find a bigger spot for me in future. Maybe I'll be girl number four or five, doesn't matter as long as he realizes what been in front of him the whole time.

She gave Richie's hand another light squeeze before standing up and brushing imaginary dirt off her jeans.

"So what do you say, Tozier? How does some ice cream sound?"

"Fan-fucking-tastic"