Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Only You | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/vikca8 on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

requested | Anonymous, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/wukindly on tumblr, @/beepbeeprichtozier on tumblr

warnings | Angst, hints of depression

word count | 734

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (g/n) = guardians noun (mom, dad, grandma...etc.), (h/h/t) = her, him, or them, (s/h/t) = she, he, or they

summary | can you write some depressing richie fluff because it's one of those nights :/ i just want crying and cuddling and smooching and playing w hair and sjfnkdnf i'm sorry but i'm so depressed rn and i just want to cuddle but i don't have anyone to cuddle w besides a fictional character

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You sighed as you stared at the ceiling, a heavy gloom seeming to overtake your mind. Your eyes automatically watered, even though you had nothing to cry about. Maybe, in a way, you were feeling kinda... Insignificant. Like no one would even bat an eye if you were gone. You were wrong, even if you didn't know it.

You closed your eyes, letting your mind wander. Sure, you had a loving boyfriend. Sure, you had great friends. Sure, you knew people cared about you. You just couldn't help but feel the opposite. You felt like your boyfriend was dating you out of pity. You felt like your friends whispered about you behind your back. You felt like you were unlovable.

A knock echoed through your silent room, making you open your damp eyes. You would've said it was open but found it pointless. Your voice would just come out in unrecognizable raspy syllables anyways. The door opened and you turned, not wanting your (g/n) to see your face. Maybe if you convinced (h/h/t) you were okay, (s/h/t) would leave.

"(Y/n)?" A familiar voice whispered. One that didn't belong to your (g/n). You faced the door again, looking at the large brown eyes hidden behind thick frames.

"Richie? H-Hey." You said, sitting up and wiping your eyes, not wanting him to see that you were crying. He frowned, walking in and shutting the door behind him. You looked at your lap, not sure of what to say as he sat next to you.

"Your uh... Your (g/n) said you were having a bad day. Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, keeping his voice low as he reached for your hand. You pulled it away, feeling distant for some reason.

"There's nothing to talk about really. You don't have to waste your time on me." You replied. Richie stared at you, not believing what he had just heard.

"Waste my time? This, in no way, wastes my time. If you're feeling any way other than happy then it's my duty to make you feel better. Why in the world would you think you're a waste of my time?" He asked, grabbing both your hands and forcing you to look at him. He noticed your eyes were red and puffy, a telltale sign you were crying. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn't think of anything. You averted your gaze, unable to keep looking into his eyes.

"(Y/n), listen to me. You mean the world to me. You are the only reason I wake up every day. Your smile is the only reason I don't hate these stupid glasses. Your laugh is the only reason I keep going. You, (Y/n). Do you hear me? You. There is no other person on this planet who could make me feel the feelings I feel for you. No one brightens up my day with just the sound of their name. No one's influence keeps me from getting behind the wheel when I'm drunk. No one makes me want to graduate from high school so I can be able to provide for them. Only you.

"You are the only thing that matters to me in this world. The only thing. And I'll be damned if I let some fucking disease take that away from me. I don't care if I have to tell you I love you 300 times a day. I don't care if I have to kiss every inch of your body. I don't care if I have to hold you every second of every hour. I'll do it. I swear to God I'll do it. I'll do it because that's how much you mean to me. There's nothing anyone could say or do to make me feel differently. I love you (Y/n). So much. So fucking much."

It hadn't occurred to you until now that Richie was crying. His eyes were closed and he was grasping onto your hands so hard that they were turning white. You weren't sure how to respond. What in the world could you say to measure up to something like that? Your eyes began to water again as his words really sank in. You wrapped your arms around him, soaking his favorite Guns N' Roses t-shirt with your tears. He returned the hug, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

"You won't get rid of me that easily." He said quietly, making you smile.

"Thank God."