IT characters x reader

Richie Tozier x Reader

"Okay, Tozier. Out of the hammock." You said, approaching the hammock where Richie was.

"Why?" Richie acted clueless.

"Ten minutes, that's the limit. It's been ten minutes." You said.

"I don't see any sign." Richie shrugged, glancing around.

You crossed your arms and sighed.

"Yeah because we all agreed to the rule, there was a verbal agreement. Why would we need a sign?"

Richie flicked to the next page of his comic book, not looking like he was going to get out of the hammock any time soon.

"Fine." You said.

Richie smirked, thinking he had won. He grunted in surprise when you jumped on top of him and some of the others laughed at the look of shock and defeat on Richie's face.

"Hey!" Richie whined.

"You wanted to stay in the hammock, buddy." You said simply.

"Owww, you're on my foot!"

"Don't be so dramatic, Tozier, your foot is fine." You said, getting off of Richie's foot anyway.

"You're such a dick." Richie said with a faint smile.

"At least I abide by the ten minute hammock rule." You said pointedly.

"'Verbal agreement' my ass..." Richie trailed off.

"You literally agreed to the fucking rule when we first came in here! You were all - 'yes I agree, this club is a democracy not a tyranny!' and you used that stupid British accent." You said, poking Richie's leg.

"First of all, it's not stupid. Second, screw you okay?" Richie continued to read his comic and you got an idea.

"Hey Richie, I got you a present." You said.

This piqued Richie's interest and he lowered the comic slightly, peering at you through his big glasses over the top of the pages. You reached into your pocket, deliberately taking your time to build the tension before quickly lifting your hand back up and flipping him off.

"This is for you, you no-good hammock tyrant."

Richie barked out a laugh at your actions, thinking it was nothing less than pure genius.

"I'm definitely gonna start doing that." Richie wheezed.

"Why don't you come up with your own bird-flipping thing instead, hey?" You said.

You gave him a light kick on the cheek with your foot, knocking his glasses off slightly. Richie made a noise of complaint and retrieved his glasses.

"Yeah, you're right. I should be more original."

As Richie said this he pushed his glasses back up his nose using his middle finger. Stan shook his head at the pair of you as you continued to find new and creative ways to point the finger at each other.

"I fucked your mum." Richie said for a little extra zing.

After being friends with Richie for so long you'd come to be very quick on your feet and you came up with a response almost immediately.

"I didn't know my mum was a lesbian." You retorted.

"Ohhh burn!" Eddie called out and Bill tittered from the other side of the clubhouse.

Richie practically choked on the air he was breathing and doubled over with laughter, making the hammock sway slightly from the movement as he clutched his stomach. The good thing about your friendship with Richie was that you could insult each other constantly but knew not to take it seriously, often praising each other's quips rather than getting offended.

"We need to write this shit down, Y/N. Record it for future generations."

"Yeah because you two have so much wisdom you need to share with the rest of the world." Eddie said sarcastically.

"I don't like what your tone is implying, Edgar." You said.

"It's Edward - and don't - it's just Eddie."

You and Richie exchanged a look, the one you both knew communicated 'hey let's mess with Eddie for a minute'.

"Sure thing, Eds." Said Richie.

"I've told you not to call me Eds!"

"Richie, leave Edgar alone." You said.

"Edward! But it's just Eddie!"

"Relax, Eduardo." Said Richie.

Eddie inhaled deeply through his nose, curling his lip in frustration.

"Okay, okay, we're done now. Sincerely, we apologise..." you trailed off, eyes flickering over to Richie.

"...Eddie Spaghetti-"

"Stop!"