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Class Clown | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/gypsyastronaut on giphy <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

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

warnings | Angst, underage drinking, hints of an abusive relationship, cheating

word count | 3,021

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (Y/i) = Your initials (Tina Diane Albertson = TDA), (Bf/n) = Boyfriend's name (can be any random name)

song | Class Clown - Anthony Amorin

summary | Hi,,, I love your blog smmmmmm I'm such a huge fan!!!!!!!! Can I request a Richie Tozier x reader angst/fluff sonfic based on the song Class Clown by Anthony Amorim????? I think it fits him a lot,,, thank you in advance!!!!

editor | @/feliscatus-exe on tumblr

>><<

I hope this doesn't freak you out

But I thought I'd just say, "Hey"

I know we've barely spoken out of school

But it seems I've grown attached to the thought of you

>><<

Richie walked through the front doors of the arcade. The vibrant lights flashed before his eyes and despite his need to squint, he couldn't have felt happier. The pungent smell of dorky pre-teen sweat made his eyes water. He and many other boys spent their weekends cooped up in this marvelous place. Smashing buttons until their fingers were cramped and their brains were rotten.

Years passed and some might tell him it was childish for a 17-year-old to still spend his summers in an arcade, but he would always tell them to shove off, right before flaunting his unbeaten high scores in every single game in the joint. It was a safe haven, to say the least. There wasn't a time in his life where he couldn't run to the ugly square building he considered home. Even when his pockets were barren of any quarters, he had learned how to pick the locks and steal those already residing in the clunky machines.

He made his way down the path which was burned in his memory. The path to Galaga. The path to endless hours of unparalleled delight. Except, Galaga was occupied. And it wasn't occupied by just anyone. It was occupied by you. Your fingers were dancing across the buttons as if that's what they were crafted to do. And it seemed all he could do was stand and stare in awe.

He swallowed the lump in his throat. Not only was the most attractive person in all of Derry, Maine playing Galaga, but they were damn near close to beating his high score. And his high score was pretty damn high. He didn't know what to say, or even if he would say anything. But, his presence didn't go unnoticed, especially not when the familiar chime of the game over sequence sounded.

"You know, I do a lot better when the feeling of staring eyes aren't on the back of my neck." You said, typing in your initials to the high scoreboard. (Y/i), right underneath the topmost score, RTT. You were short of his score by a couple hundred.

"Ah... Sorry about that... You just don't see many people like you here. I was just surprised is all." He replied. You laughed before turning around, leaning against the machine. You would've asked what 'people like you' meant, but there was something familiar about him.

"Oh hey, I know you." You said. He raised his eyebrows.

"You do?" He asked. You nodded.

"You're Derry, Maine's very own band boy." You replied. His eyes dropped to the floor.