DECENT (richie tozier + reader)

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➶ maneater – halls and oats ➶

[ trigger warning: blood, chapter longer than richie's dick ]

"you see that, dollface?" richie asks, looking at her before back to his arcade game. "this is how i'll beat you!" he smirks after the screen show 'you win', the other character was stiffly laying on the ground.

y/n took another sip of her slushy—in which richie said it was too early in the morning for it but she retorts back by calling him out for playing in the arcade—, she's sitting down on a not used arcade machine beside richie's, her feet dangling in the air. "one more win, then i'll play with you." she challenged.

"you're a pussy, y/n/n." richie scoffed. "you're just scared that you were always just lucky every time you beat me— "

"fuck you, bitchy richie. you just suck." y/n hop off, slamming down her drink from where she used to sit. richie despised the new nickname—she gave it to him when he starts getting whiny when he lost for the first time—but not as much when she calls him 'richard' few weeks ago. "fine!"

richie gave her a smug grin for finally making the girl explode. he watches her insert a quarter and the game starts. y/n was quiet the whole game, her tongue sticking out on the corner of her mouth and brows furrowed together, and richie on the other hand was trash-talking her during the game, resulting for another lose.

y/n watched as he slams his palms on top of the controller, frowning when he lost again, and she turns around to get her drink. she saw the boy, henry's little cousin named connor, standing by the door, hesitating to enter. y/n couldn't help but to smirk—it made her feel nice when he fears entering the room even when he just saw a glimpse of her—when she found out that he was the one who whines at henry. it took her a while to convince richie to play again at the arcade of because of what happened.

"see? i told you," y/n returned her gaze back to richie, he sighed frustratingly. "as i said, you suck and all you do is just talk."

"it's because you're the one who inserted the coin," richie said.

"that doesn't make any sense!" she squawked. "then stop talking and practice again."

richie scoffed and insert his quarter, angrily pushing the buttons and moving the joystick. y/n couldn't help but to laugh as she watches him get frustrated with the game.

"you see that, hotstuff? i changed my strategy and that's how exactly your character will die," richie points, waiting for the other round.

y/n only nods and answers nonchalantly, "yeah, sure."

"if i lost again. i'm gonna lose my shit and play galaga."

richie continued his game, starts pressing the buttons again harshly. y/n was about to take another sip of her drink when the door swung open, a familiar boy sprints towards them.

"richie!" bill calls, stopping a meter behind richie. bill's hair was disheveled, his chest rose up and down rapidly, panting. "y–y/n," he looks surprised when he saw her there too but it was also expected.

"hey bill, what are you doing here—?"

"what do you want?" richie butt in immediately, tapping the buttons more aggressively, taking a swift look at his friend before back to the game. "you see that guy i'm hitting? i'm pretending it's you!"