miller's; richie tozier x reader

19

y/n

althea's plan was simple, she told us. walk up to them and fuck richie with guilt about how he would never join bowers if he wasn't blinded by peer pressure and the need to feel accepted. of course, she'd try to avoid saying shit about bowers if she wanted to live to see another morning.

she stormed out after meeting the losers inside and she went up to bowers gang who obviously had richie. we all stood in worry. bill worried the most over his girlfriend. he asked multiple questions through the day like "what if he has his knife?" or "what if they start bullying her?"

"HEY, BAMBI!" she yelled out when approaching the group. this was the first thing she said to guilt him. he jolted up and so did henry, belch, vic, and patrick.

"well if it isn't the stutter fucker," patrick whispered.

"richie, you fucking fuckboy! what's your fucking problem, loser?! since when was it acceptable to leave your friend group and break the girl you love?!" she yelled. richie stepped forward. from a far, i cowered behind the rest of the losers.

"you're calling me a loser? look at your group of friends, that's who you should be calling losers." he taunted.

"at least we aren't afraid to admit that we're losers!"

"and don't get all fucking tough on me! you fucking softie! you made y/n a mixtape with a NOTE ATTACHED TO IT!" she yelled. he stood there, not changing the uninterested look on his face.

she almost broke down into tears as she said her next retort with a shaking voice, "richie, what happened to you?"

"alright, boys. she can go," richie grabbed his bag and left but not before he shot a glance at me. i glared at him and i swear i could see him mouth i'm sorry.

what happened after was graphic to say the least. henry got out his knife, slashed her arm. she kicked him in the balls before he could do anything else.

now, we were at the barrens as we tended to her wound. "i-i'm sorry, guys." althea got out as she leaned against a log. "jesus, the wound's deep." eddie sighed.

"just patch it up, eddie. it'll heal at some point." ingrid commented. we all sat in torment and silence. the only sound heard was the sound of eddie moving things and grabbing certain items.

the silence killed me. knowing my best friends were all tired and saddened because of a situation i got them in. plus, my best friend just got slashed by henry bowers. i sigh and and get up. my body aching from sorrow.

i bid the losers farewell as i decided to head to the quarry.

i sat on the cliff, throwing pebbles down into the water while hissing profanities under my breath. nothing but the sound of my whispers and nature's natural sounds could be heard.

for once, i felt at peace. nothing could ruin the-

"IS ANYONE OUT HERE?!"

the silence is ruined. fuck you, richie.

"skinny-dipper?!" he yelled.

when richie sat next to me, he cussed under his breath. a blank stare to the water was the only expression on my face as he rambled a slurred apology.

"and i– i just–"

"oh, get over yourself, richie. i can tell that you aren't sorry."

he was wide-eyed as i stood up and stomped away with my hands bundled up into fists.