In which Richie is an overprotective cinnamon roll who cares about his girlfriend.
Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader
You heard Richie cheer from the bleachers as you stepped up to the plate. Hearing your boyfriend support you in a silly baseball game made you smile–and made your heart flutter as well.
You glanced at where Richie and the other Losers were sitting. Beverly and Ben had made a sign for you and they were holding it up and waving it around excitedly. It was strange on how serious they were being about this.
Holding the bat up in position, you could see him hyperventilating out of the corner of your eye. You chuckled to yourself, but that distracted you from the ball being thrown at you.
You instantly whipped to the pitcher, who was smirking. Your smile turned into a frown and your eyes narrowed a bit. You couldn’t afford to get distracted again. But as much as you tried to push it away, you couldn’t get that stupid glasses-wearing dork out of your head.
You risked a glance at the bleachers. All of the Losers had stood up, watching in anticipation. You saw Richie, his fingers crossed and a hopeful expression on his face. ‘alright,’ you thought, swinging around the bat before returning to position. ‘enough of this.’
The pitcher threw the ball, and you hit it.
You could barely see it fly all the way across the field as you were too busy running for your life. All of your teammates made it home and if you wanted to play it safe, you’d stop at third base. However, as the blood rushed through your body, you decided to rebel and head for home.
You heard your coach and teammates yell at you, scolding you for overestimating your ability. The ball was being thrown to third base and soon you were in line with it.
In a panic, you dove forward towards home base, twisting your arm in the process. When the dust blew away, your breath hitched.
The entire team jumped up in joy, cheering loudly. You looked at the Losers, who were all hugging each other, except for one. Richie stood, not moving, staring at you intently. You clutched your arm and waited for someone on the field to notice it was bent the wrong way, but no one did. Richie’s eyes widened when he realised you were hurt. He started screaming, yelling, trying to get your coach’s attention. Soon, the Losers fell silent until they realised it too.
Before you could even realise what was happening, all of your friends had convinced the crowd to draw everyone’s attention to you. Your teammates ran up to you, examining your arm. You shrank away from them, scared that they’d make it worse.
They ended up calling an ambulance.
You really thought it was unnecessary, but your coach insisted it was broken. He instructed one of your teammates, Kate, to ride with you to the hospital, much to Richie’s distaste. You could only watch as he stared at you with concern clear on his face.
After the doctor mumbled some incoherent sentences to your mother, who frankly didn’t give a fuck, you were ushered out of the clinic with a cast on your left arm.
You looked around the lobby, watching as a pet owner clung to their dog, or to the man who was fretting over a baby. Your thoughts were cut off my someone tackling you to the ground.
“What-Richie?” You managed, considering he was squeezing all the oxygen out of your body. He immediately grabbed you by the shoulders and inspected you all over, making sure you were safe. He gently took your arm in his hands and glared at it disapprovingly. He opened his mouth to say something, but you placed your finger on his lips to silence him. “Thank you.” You whispered softly, eyes filled to the brim with admiration for the cutie you were able to snatch up.
His cheeks turned pink, and you giggled, glad you could still make him flustered.
You heard Eddie’s scream and you realised that you and Richie were on the floor, him positioned over you. Bev covered Bill’s eyes and Mike smirked. “Damn guys, I didn’t know you were moving that fas-” You hastily got to your feet and punched his arm. Richie rubbed the back of his neck, mortified, while Beverly gave you a hug, making sure not to hurt your arm. The Losers took their turn giving you hugs and congratulating you on the game before silence engulfed the group. Everyone looked around awkwardly before Richie broke the ice.
“Hey at least she broke her arm instead of a heart, right?” He said, wrapping an around your shoulder and kissing your cheek affectionately.
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