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Fix You | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Super angsty, swearing

word count | 1,335

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

song | Fix You - Coldplay

summary | Hiiiiii! Since you practically forced us to send in requests can I ask for a Richie Tozier x reader where Richie is full of self doubt/hate and the reader does what they can to cheer him up, possibly with the song Fix you by Coldplay as a prompt kinda thing, would be fantastic thanxxxxx

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When you try your best but you don't succeed

When you get what you want but not what you need

When you feel so tired but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

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Richie watched as his breath heated the glass, then disappeared. The moon shone on his tear-stained face, and if you knew Richie, you wouldn't think that he'd be sitting on his bay window, crying at two in the morning. But, if you really knew Richie, which no one did, you'd know that this was actually normal.

Most days when he craved sleep, his mind would only strive to make him hurt. He'd think about every imperfection and hate it. He'd hate how his hair didn't stay flat like Ben's. He'd hate how his eyes didn't sparkle like Bill's. He'd hate how his eyesight wasn't as good as Eddie's. He'd hate how his freckles weren't as noticeable as Beverly's. He'd hate how he wasn't as kind as Mike. But one thing he'd hate more than anything was how Stan could catch your eye, but he couldn't.

Nothing Richie ever did caused you to smile as you smiled for Stan. Nothing he ever did made you gush as you did for Stan. Nothing he ever did made you as happy as Stan did. Nothing he did could make you his, and he knew it was because he wasn't good enough.

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When the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

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He began to choke on his own tears, the image of you burning into his brain. His eyes were sore from all of the crying he's done. He knew he never had you in the first place, but it still hurt like hell to lose you to someone like Stan. Not that Stan was bad, he was Richie's best friend, but if you dated Stan, then there was no way you'd ever date Richie.

Stan was perfect. Richie was Richie. He could never live up to him. Stan cared for your well-being. Richie made comments on your ass. Stan gave you compliments. Richie made sexual jokes towards you. Stan looked at you like you meant the world to him. Richie looked at every person like he wanted to fuck them. There was nothing Richie could do that Stan couldn't do better.

But by God did Richie love you. It didn't seem like it, but he loved you so much. He memorized every curve of your body. He repeated your voice in his head like a melody. The sound of your singing made him swoon. The way you crinkled your nose when you laughed made him want to pick you up and spin you as they did in all the cliché movies. Yet he knew none of this mattered. Not when you loved Stan.