Fuck you, bro (Richie Tozier x Male!Reader)

•Nineteen•

Word Count: 1179

Warnings: Cussing, bad feeling talk encounter, awkward dinner. Gay.

Song for chapter 19 - "Juliet" by Cavetown.

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MAY

"Hey, Richie!"

"Y/N? What are you doing at home, weren't you supposed to be at the hospital?" Richie's tone of voice sounded as if he was talking to a dead person.

"Well, they said I'm in a stable enough condition to return home and I didn't want to prolong my stay, so yeah..." I elucidated.

"Are you really okay, though?" He worriedly questioned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Haven't seen you in a while. I was wondering if you'd like to come over? I'm bored and my parents aren't letting me go do anything outside. They're worried I'm going to randomly faint again." I offered.

"Uh, sure, I'll uh...I'm gonna get some old comic books or something. I'll be over soon." He stammered. He seemed a bit off  at the moment.

"Alright, I'm waiting. Hurry your slow ass." I hanged up on him.

I went back into my room and landed on my bed with an 'oomph'. I sighed, not knowing what to do while I awaited Richie. It wouldn't take him too long to get here, but I was already bored out of my mind. I could've just sneaked out and went somewhere by myself, since my parents weren't actually here, they were off grocery shopping, but I didn't really want to go alone anywhere, so I had decided to call Richie instead.

I just hummed some random ass song I had heard somewhere that was stuck in my head and before I knew it, Richie was banging at my door. I groaned in having to get up and opened the door, so he could enter.

"I assume you have arrived to entertain me, peasant."

"You're alone? I thought your parents would be too worried to leave you alone." He said, looking around the house.

"Yeah, well, not enough to starve to death, apparently." I joked.

"Oh, anyway, I brought some snacks." He took candy and chips out of his previously emptied out school bag, and handed them to me. I took them and placed them down on the living room table.

"What's up with you? You've been joking around a lot less lately." I stated my observation.

"Weeeellll, ya know, high school. Fucks you up." He averted his gaze to the wall behind me.

"First of all, you're a total nerd-" I started.

"What?! No, I'm not!" He cut in.

"There's no way you're failing any of your classes. Second of all, I know you, man. That was a lie." I exasperatedly explained.

"Have you thought about going into psychology?"

"Are you serious? After, what, like weeks of not uttering a joke, you're suddenly deflecting with one?"

"...I don't want to talk about it." He said softly after a moment of silence.

"Alright, dude, if you're not ready, it's fine, but if you didn't want to talk about it in the first place, you shouldn't have lied."

"What else was I supposed to do? I don't want you to force the answer out of me!" He snapped at me.

"Since when have I done that?" I raised an eyebrow in question.

"I...I don't know, man, just drop it right now." He fidgeted with his hands.

"Did you bring the comics?" I asked him, changing the subject.

"Yeah, here you go." He dropped a stack of them on the table and dropped down on the couch. I sat down next to him and scavenged through the pile to find something relatively new or forgotten. After getting some kind of not seen before Spider-Man comic, I leaned back on the arm rest of the couch and practically kicked Richie's legs with mine.

"Hey! Get your legs off me, there's enough space on the rest of the couch." He squirmed and tried to get my legs off him, but I didn't budge. He sighed and eventually grabbed himself a comic too and started reading. I slid down further on the couch just to piss him off.

"Would you mind massaging my feet?" I smirked at him. He squinted his eyes at me in frustration.

"Oh, come on, I deserve it, I just got out of the hospital after all." I gave a mocking cough.

"Ugh, fine, your majesty. I shall fulfill even the most foolish requests for you." He rolled his eyes and hesitantly started massaging my feet. I sighed in content and went back to reading the comic book I had cast aside for a moment. What a wonderful servant I have.

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"Hey, Y/N? Y/N, wake up, your parents are here!" I was suddenly awoken by Richie shaking me. Since when had I fallen asleep?

"Five more minutes..." I grumbled and turned over.

"Oh, hello, Richie! Did Y/N invite you over?" I suddenly sprang up from the couch, as if freezing water got dropped on me, because of my mom's voice.

"What were you guys doing on the couch?" My mom looked suspiciously between us. Richie's face went red.

"I just accidentally fell asleep while we were reading, he woke me up." I calmly explained.

"I'll be going-" Richie tried to get out of the situation.

"Nonsense! I'm gonna make dinner, you boys just wait there for a bit." My mom stopped Richie from going anywhere. I kind of felt relieved, because I didn't want him to go anywh- WELL, he just got here, so there would have been no point of him going so soon. We just shared an annoyed look at my mother. Suddenly, my dad came in and sat down besides us, scaring the shit out of the both of us.

"So, how's it going at school, pal? You've been catching up my son to studies, right?" He looked at Richie, waiting for him to speak.

"Yeah, totally. When's he, uh...getting to go back to school?" Richie asked my dad.

"In a bit, but you boys better not slack off!" My dad clapped Richie on the shoulder and stood up to go help my mom with dinner.

"They seem a bit different from the last time I've seen them." Richie quietly told me, when my parents had busied themselves with dinner.

"Are they? Haven't noticed anything. Maybe you're just imagining it." I dismissed it.

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We sat down at the kitchen table. I already knew it was about to get extremely awkward. I just immediately grabbed my food, in hopes of not having to talk.

"So, young man, I'm assuming you have plans for your career already. What are you going to work as?"

"I'm going to be a comedian." Well, it was nice knowing you.

"A...A comedian? That isn't really...professional. What do your parents think about this?"

"Hah, well they- um, they probably care less than you." Richie cracked a grin. I glared at him, silently begging for him to not start World War III right at this dinner table.

"...I'm so sorry to hear that, sweetie." My mom said after a while. I made eye contact with Richie and had a sudden urge to laugh.

This has to be one of the most awkward dinners I've had.

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I've had trouble getting motivation to write this, because I've kinda lost interest, so it would be great to hear feedback or something, so I at least know someone needs this. Anyway, bye for another month probably.