miller's; richie tozier x reader

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y/n

slowly, richie became a better man after joining the losers again. aviana got pissed at him but it turns out that she was happier fucking bowers.

tonight, we were all at bill's house for a celebratory start of summer sleepover. of course, richie wasn't allowed to swear due to georgie's presence. this night was the night when for once, everything was normal in the losers' club.

while bill and althea were getting blankets and pillows, we heard a loud screech. we all ran to the source of the loud sound. it was georgie looking at bill and althea making out. for once, they stopped sucking on each other's faces while ingrid covered poor little georgie's virgin eyes.

"hah! and you say i can't swear in front of your brother!" richie exclaimed.

we all went to bill's huge bedroom and stayed in multiple areas of the room. from there, we gossip about multiple people and laugh about multiple topics. then, the lights go off. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" richie yells.

"r-ruh-richie! g-georgie's in the other room!!" bill scolded.

"the electricity's out," althea sighed. "bill, go get flashlights. i'll get georgie's night light."

"w-wuh-why?" bill asked. "because he'll get scared if he's alone in the dark."

they both leave and suddenly, richie makes out with me. of course, the dark doesn't mask sound. "are you guys hearing this shit?" ingrid asked.

richie immediately pulled away from me. "t-there are ghosts making out in bill's house!!" richie scrambled for an excuse. the losers believed this.

"wait, aren't all of those dead cells and germs being shot into the air because ghosts can have shit put through them and they aren't solid?!" eddie complained.

"wait, i wanna hear the ghosts have sex. shut up." bev commented. richie quickly dashed to make a hickey below my shirt. to this, i quietly moaned out.

"BITCHES HAVING SEX!" mike exclaimed.

bill came back with althea.

"duh-do you guys wanna make p-puh-paper puppets?"

we all crafted our puppets while the flashlight lit up the room as it faced the ceiling. ingrid and richie had a dick competition to see which dick they made would be longer. of course, this included balls.

from across the room, ingrid said, "i'm so gonna win."

"no, mine's gonna win. right, y/n?" he asked while showing me his creation. the tip was a pointed triangle, the balls weren't proportionate to the dick that was already not big enough as it is. but to not break his heart, i lied.

"yeah, bambi. you're totally gonna win."