not only did no one request this i wrote it in approximately 30 minutes. i have an immense soft spot for a punk teenage richie. this is so long im sorry
pairing → richie tozier x reader
word count → 1148
summary → oh, the wondrous things that can happen at two in the morning - like richie tozier stumbling through your window.
warnings: swearing, also ur aged up in this! around 17-18 ish!
“Oh my God, Richie-”
“Why the hell is your room on the second floor - oh shit -”
“Oh my God!”
A short laugh left your lips that sounded painfully loud, and Richie was on the carpet of your room (having face planted through your window). You knelt down by him and covered his mouth, as he was sure to say something, and you couldn’t explain what Richie Tozier was doing, feet out of your window and face on your carpet, to your parents if they woke up.
No other sounds were made - a warm breeze coming through your window ruffled your curtains, but that was it. Pure silence. You were in the clear.
You got up off of the floor, your hand leaving Richie’s mouth, and shut the window quietly. You whipped your head around to Richie, and while you were trying to be serious it wasn’t working because you had the biggest smile on your face. “What the hell were you thinking? What are you even doing here?” You ask him, and he responds with a grin of his own.
“Missed you, sweetheart. Chivalry isn’t totally dead, is it?” Richie says, and you roll your eyes, sitting on the floor next to him. The room’s dark aside from a small, barely-illuminating lamp that you turned on in a haste once you noticed someone crawling through your open window.
“You saw me, like, six hours ago,” You say, and his hand slowly finds yours, playing with your fingers.
“Too long,” is all he says, and looks up at you through his glasses, and you feel your face heat up even though you know you shouldn’t - can’t - be flustered by the action, the person.