It’s Been a While Part 2 (Richie Tozier x reader)
Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader
Request: sort of, you guys seem to really like it and I’ve been planning on continuing it :)
Warnings: INTENSE CLIFFHANGER IM SO SORRY GUYS I LOVE YOU(don’t beat my ass it’ll be worth it I promise)
A/N: This is so much fun to write, I might make 3-5 parts, if you have any ideas you know where to find me ❤️
“Hey Rich, might wanna close your mouth or you could catch flies. It’s been a while, I’ve missed you,” you said breathlessly, your cheeks growing hot as you softly smiled and went to sit next to him.
Richie tried to gain his compusure but it just couldn’t be real. He looked to you briefly, wanting to say a million things such as ‘I love you’ or ‘where the fuck have you been Y/N? I missed you so much,’ yet he couldn’t say anything. So he looked away and began talking to Eddie. Your heart shattered.
Yet you still sat next to him, trying to look happy as ever, telling Bill how impressed you were with his speaking skills and laughing whenever Beverly would make a joke. You looked over to Richie, only to see him already staring at you with a scared yet loving look in his eyes. He quickly averted his gaze as his face bloomed with color and he began asking about the plan for tomorrow.
“So, Mike, how do we beat this piece of shit? I personally think we should head to the fuckers house tomorrow with the weapons we’re going to pick up,” as Richie spoke his hand shifted under the table to grab your hand, his thumb running over your knuckles. Because if Richie couldn’t tell you how he felt, he’d at least try to show you he didn’t hate you. Your head snapped up, looking at him with disbelief.
Richie smiled at you warmly. “Well, meet you guys tomorrow?? I’ve got a fucking clown to hunt,” he chuckled, and everybody else at the table laughed too knowing that he was the same trashmouth he was since he was 13.
Everybody exited the restaurant, bidding their goodbyes and hugging each other farewell until tomorrow. Richie pulled you aside after everyone left and pulled you as close to him as he could. “Y/N…,” he kissed your forehead, “I’ve missed you so much, you’re so beautiful… I thought you’d never come back.”
You put your face in his neck and kissed it, “I always knew I would come back Richie. I always knew. I love you so much,” tears started to stream down your cheeks. His thumb softly wiped them away, leaning down to kiss you. His lips and yours, it was better than any firework show, it was better than any explosion or supernova. He was meant for you.
“How about I walk you home, Y/N,” he said softly as he pulled away, interlocking your fingers. You nodded, you’ve never been happier.
Richie dropped you off at your hotel room, kissing you goodbye and goodnight. Now you lay in bed, and despite the circumstances, you felt absolutely wonderful. He was the man you loved, and fucking hell were you going to keep that promise.
You heard droplets coming from your sink, you probably didn’t turn it off all the way after brushing your teeth. You walked to the bathroom to turn it off, yet something was wrong.
You were hearing the whispers.
“We’ve found you Y/N, we’ve found you,” they whispered, the accumulation of voices making a deafening volume.
You began to scream, not this quickly. The clown wouldn’t, you’d only just gotten back to Derry.
A gloved hand fell over your mouth. “When you float down here with me, and the others, nobody will be able to hear you scream.”