A collection of my IT one-shots and imagines. (2017 and 2019)
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Richie tried his best to sneak into the house quietly, a pet carrier covered by an old blanket cradled in his arms. Unfortunately, Richie and quiet don't exactly mix well. As soon as he got through the door and successfully closed it behind him silently, he slammed his pinkie toe into the wall corner.
"Shit!" He cursed, making sure to keep his grip on the carrier in his arms despite the amount of pain that went through his foot. His sudden yelp alerted you immediately, shooting off of the couch and to the foyer. You were surprised to catch your husband holding his breath with something in his arms.
"What is that?" You asked, eliciting a dumbfounded look from Richie.
"Oh, no 'Are you okay?'" Richie teased, letting out the breath he was holding before limping around you and to the living room, carefully setting the covered carrier onto the floor.
You rolled your eyes and followed behind him, about to continue your interrogation before a high pitched bark interrupted you. A gasp escaped your lips as you knelt down to the blanket-covered object. "Don't tell me this is what I think it is."
Richie shrugged, not even trying to hide the smirk plastered on his face. Wasting no time, you uncovered the object, almost jumping when you came face to face with a puppy.
"Richie, what the fuck?" You said, zipping open the carrier to let the animal out.
"Well, you talked about being lonely when I'm out at night doing gigs so I thought you would like a companion," Richie responded in an attempt to explain himself. Richie almost let out a sigh of relief when your lips rose into a smile. This wasn't a surprise decision at all, Richie and you talked about having a pet and discussed the different breeds that you liked. You were just surprised he decided to get one now, especially on your birthday.
"So you bought me a companion to help me make fun of your comedy routines?" You joked, slowly approaching the puppy by letting it smell your outstretched hand.
"Fuck off," Richie scoffed, making you laugh. He smiled at your elated expression, watching as you pet the puppy gently. "Happy birthday, (Y/n)."
