Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Mystery Kid | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/ahorrorstorycircle on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

reader | witch

requested | Anonymous, @/beepbeeprichtozier on tumblr

warnings | Swearing

word count | 1,003

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (f/n/i) = full name initials (Alex Lee Smith = ALS)

summary | Hi can i request richie x reader The reader is a new kid in town And the losers found out theyre a witch Thanks 🙏

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"Oh my god, Richie!" Eddie squealed as he watched him toss the fallen piece of ham into his mouth. Richie glanced at him before laughing.

"What's up, Ed's?" He replied. Eddie looked from his mouth to his face in pure disgust.

"You did not just eat that off of the table." Eddie persisted, sounding as if he was going to throw up. Richie rolled his eyes.

"They sanitize them." He said with a shrug.

"Really? You're joking, right? Even a sanitized table has over-" Eddie was interrupted by a loud clatter.

"You cunt!" Someone shouted. Richie glanced over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. In front of him was a scene that made him grimace.

Greta Keene, the infamous bitch of Derry, had her hands thrown up in distress as she looked at your face from the spilled tray on the floor. You, on the other hand, looked quite unamused.

"It was an accident. Just grab another plate, Jesus." You said as you walked around the mess. She growled and yanked your jacket, pulling you back.

"You have no idea who you're talking to, do you?" She said. You rolled your eyes and pushed her off of you.

"No, but I'm starting to get an idea. Does the word bitch ring a bell? How about asshole? Feel free to stop me when you find the best that applies." You replied sarcastically. By now, everyone was staring at you two, waiting for the inevitable fight that was sure to come.

She growled in frustration as you walked away. Greta was not about to let you leave without a bruise. She went to grab you by the collar of your sweater but as soon as she did, it was like a force pulled her to the floor. You laughed as you glanced over your shoulder, staring down at her very confused and angry face.

"You know what? You made me lose my appetite. Here, take my lunch." You said. Her eyes widened as you dropped your tray on her, spilling your opened milk all over her tacky clothes.

"Bye-bye now." You said, making your way out of the doors of the cafeteria. Richie watched in awe as you opened them.

"I'm not the only one who saw that right? Like, please tell me I'm not on drugs or some shit and that actually happened!" He said, turning to the Losers frantically. They too had looks of shock and amusement adorning their faces as they nodded.

"Holy shit. Holy shit! We- We have to talk to them guys!" He shouted, standing up from the table.

"Don't be ridiculous Richie! They just stood up to Greta Keene. We already have a target on our back by being Losers, we'd only make it bigger by talking to them. And besides, it's not like they'd talk to us, even if we talked to them." Stan replied, mindlessly picking at his food. Richie glared at him.

"Way to fucking burst my bubble, asshole." He sneered. Stan rolled his eyes, looking back at the book he was reading. Richie huffed and sat back down. Maybe he'd talk to you some other day.

>> timeskip <<

Richie sighed, staring at the bulky arcade game screen as he focused on nothing but saving Princess Daphne. He watched carefully and tapped the buttons when they needed to be. This game was all about quick reflexes and if you were even a millisecond off, you could screw everything up.

He watched as the dragon puffed out his chest and, without a second thought, he smashed the attack button. That's it. Right? That was the end of the game! He cheered victoriously and threw his fist in the air. He couldn't even count up the time and money he spent to beat this stupid arcade game. This deserved a celebratory slushie, but his smile dropped when he heard the familiar game over music. He slowly turned around, watching as Dirk's flesh melted off his bone.

"No. No! No no no no no no! There was another scene? There was another scene! You piece of money stealing shit!" He screamed, angrily kicking the machine.

"Aye kid, you break it you buy it!" One of the employees shouted.

"Fuck you!" Richie shouted back. He groaned in frustration and let his head drop onto the control panel.

"You okay, kid?" A familiar voice asked him.

"Well I don't fucking know, does it look like I'm okay? Does it look-" He started angrily but his voice faltered as he looked up. He immediately straightened his posture and pushed his glasses up he saw you. You arched an eyebrow before slightly pushing him to the side.

"Let me have a try." You said, pulling two quarters from your pocket. He sighed as he watched you push them into the slot.

"Your funeral." He replied. You glanced over your shoulder and looked back at the screen, a smirk now adorning your face. As Richie watched you play, it was like you were willing the characters to move with just your eyes. Perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but it looked like you were barely even pushing the buttons.

It seemed like just as soon as it started, it ended. You beat the entire game in a mere 11 minutes and 49 seconds, with no deaths. Richie could barely believe his eyes as you punched the initials (f/n/i) into the scoreboard.

"You're fucking kidding me right? How the fuck did you do that? What are you, some kind of witch?" He asked, still in shock. You gave a small laugh.

"Something like that." You replied with a shrug.

"You have to teach me how to do that. Like seriously, I've been playing this game for I don't know how long and I've never been able to do that. Is it the way you push the buttons? Is there some kind of cheat code I should know about? Come on (Y/n), there's gotta be... (Y/n)?" He began but trailed off as he saw that you were no longer standing there. He looked around but upon seeing nothing, simply stared back at the pixelated letters of your initials. What a mysterious person.