( TONGUE TIED ! ) fw imagines

r.t - high school sweethearts

(y/n) (l/n)-uris was often quiet. she preferred to stay to herself, too afraid to trust others.

before moving in with stanley and his parents, she suffered many heartbreaks, whether it be romantically or not.

she didn't really have to worry about caring too deeply for someone until she met richie.

richie "trashmouth" tozier. a goofy kid, to say the least. when he first had an encounter with her, he didn't think much of it.

she seemed normal, just shy. as time went on though, he realized that something was off about her. he was intrigued, most definitely.

"richie?" beverly's voice cuts the boy out of his thoughts, his head snapping back in the red head's direction.

a strawberry pink blush creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks, as he knows she had caught him staring.

"come on, rich. you know stanley said to stay away."

the dark haired boy shakes his head, hating to hear that for what seemed like the millionth time.

"i don't get what's so bad about her. she just needs someone to talk to. i can be that someone!"

without so much as a hint of hesitation, the tozier boy pushes himself off of the brick wall he had been leaned against and heads in (y/n)'s direction.

she was seated alone on the steps of the school, a book opened up in her hand, but it was obvious she wasn't actually reading.

richie stands in front of her, awaiting her realization, his fingers fiddling with themselves.

when minutes pass and she still hasn't looked up, he clears his throat.

a small gasp escapes the girl's throat, her baby-doll eyes wide with confusion.

"hi?" she speaks just barely over a whisper, her heartbeat picking up speed.

(y/n) knew exactly who the boy was, as she has admired him many times since she first arrived.

"i-i'm richie, richie tozier. a friend of—"

"i know." she cuts him off, shutting the book and setting it beside her.

the glasses-clad boy smiles softly, sitting on the opposite side of her.

"stan tells us all we should leave you alone. he says you've got a few loose screws. b-but i don't mind that. no one deserves to be left alone."

(y/n) giggles at that, her stomach fluttering with butterflies.

she has heard those words time and time again, but it never seemed to phase her.

she was grateful for him caring enough to try and speak with her, and though she willed herself not to, she could already feel herself falling.

"thank you, richie." she hums, resting her head on his shoulder. he lets out a wheeze, shocked by the sudden touch.

once again, his face heats a cherry red. with a shaking arm, he rests it on her shoulder, pulling her even closer.