Multi Fandom X Non-Binary Reader One Shots

Weak | richie tozier

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fandom | It: Chapter One

character | Richie Tozier

requested | Anonymous

warnings | Swearing

word count | 520

keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (o/n) = offensive name (whore, fatass, freak...etc.)

summary | Could you do a Richie x reader, where he is quiet and shy and all, and the Losers are all protective of him. But one day some kid is bothering Richie, and he just punches him in the face before walking away all dramatic like? And the Losers are all just... shook

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"Yeah, I heard him talking and he's just such a fucking asshole. And I don't mean a cool asshole like me, he's just an asshole." Richie said as he kicked a rock out of his way. Bill nodded. You swallowed and looked at your hands.

They were talking about the new kid, Danny. He was in your third period but you didn't pay attention to him. You didn't really pay attention to anyone but your friends. Hell, you barely even paid attention to them.

"(Y/n), what do you think?" Richie asked. You glanced up and shrugged.

"Well, I haven't met him so I can't really say." You replied quietly. He frowned

"But haven't you heard him talk? Just the sound of his voice makes me want to pull out my eardrums." Richie said. Stan scoffed.

"Well, now you finally know how we feel," Stan said. Richie glared and flipped him off. You kept silent, watching as Stan and Richie bickered. When they argued, it usually made others annoyed or angered but for you, it made you feel happy. You got a bit anxious at times, but if Richie and Stan were fighting, then everything would be okay. It was weird, yes, but that's just how it was.

"Yo!" There was a shout that made them stop and turn around, along with everyone else. It was the boy Richie was talking about.

"I need some money for the arcade, and I know you guys are the Losers, so cough up whatever you have, (o/n)." He said as he pointed to you. When he called you this, it barely phased you. You were called this more often than not, so you simply got used to it. You began to open up your bag when Richie spoke.

"(Y/n)! You're not seriously gonna give this dick hole your money, right?" He asked. Danny growled.

"Why don't you shut your fucking mouth, four-eyes!" He shouted. That, however, made your blood boil. People could call you whatever they wanted, they could drag your name through the dirt and back, but if someone insulted Richie, then, it was a big fucking problem.

"Don't talk to him like that." You said. Richie turned his head to you with raised eyebrows as Danny scoffed.

"Or what? You won't do anything. You're just as weak as them, if not weaker." He replied. You closed your eyes, anger seeping from every pore in your body. Before you could even process what you were doing, although, even if you had, you probably still would've done it, you leered back your fist and launched it straight into his nose. He staggered for a few seconds before grabbing it. He pulled his hand away and gasped.

"Holy shit! I think they broke my fucking nose!" He shouted as he bent over in pain. You inhaled sharply and spit on him, feeling very confident that he wouldn't insult Richie again. You straightened your posture and began to walk away. The others stared at you as you began to walk off, their mouths agape, their eyes wide, and not even comprehending that you were leaving them.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say what we're all thinking. What. The fuck."