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

•Nine•

Nine | ...ya like jazz?

Word count: 1414

Warnings: Blood, nightmares, mentions of a dirty magazine, teasing, inappropriate jokes, intense reaction to fear, cussing.

Song for chapter 9 - "Six Different Ways" by The Cure.

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Run. I was running for my life. Run faster. There was something after me. RU-

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I jumped up in a sitting position in my bed. It felt like my lungs were going to collapse like Eddie's during asthma. It felt like I had ran a marathon. However, why was I not able to breathe? I did not know the reason for that, since my dream washed away from my memory quite fast.

I turned my gaze to the side and saw a certain nerd, who's arm apparently had been on my waist, seeing as now it was lower. Possibly the result of me waking up like the devil was chasing after me. I tried pushing his hand off, but he gripped me tighter for some reason.

"Hey, hey, nerd! Wake up, your porn magazine is waiting!" I whispered in his ear, hoping to wake him up, yet he didn't bother.

It seemed like he was having a nightmare, analysing by his small whimpers once in a while and small squeezes with his hand that was on my leg. I sighed, not wanting to do this.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" I did my best Bowers' impression and smacked him lightly across the face. He immediately sprung up from his sleeping position.

"hWatyze!" He muttered nonsense. He searched with his arm for his glasses and put them on when he found them. I laughed at his terrified face expression when it turned to one of a glare directed towards me.

"What the hell, dude?! That wasn't funny," He scolded me.

"You should have seen your face," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and got out of the bed. The phone rang downstairs, but it was confirmed that Richie's parents weren't home yet, since nobody picked up the phone. I looked at Richie with a competitive look.

"Race ya there!" I yelled and sprinted out the bedroom door to the kitchen where the phone was. I got to the phone first and I heard Richie run up to me two seconds later panting.

"It's not fair you got a headsta-" Richie got cut off by me answering the call.

"Hello? Tozier residence speaking," I smirked at Richie.

"Can I speak to Richie?" A familiar voice asked. I mean, it was hard to figure out who it was, because of the bad quality sound, but the voice sounded heard before.

"Who's this?" I asked.

"Beverly Marsh. Richie's um...friend," She responded.

"Oh, Beverly! It's me, I was with the other boys at the quarry. My name is Y/N." I replied.

"Since when did you become a Tozier?" She asked me.

"Oh, y'know, I was in the neighbourhood, getting chased by a demonic creature- Anyway, what did you call for?"

"Can you come to my house? It's on [insert the address she lives on] (I can't be bothered to check the book again). I got something to show all of you guys,"

"What is it?" I asked her.

"I can't tell you right now, just please come over." She pleaded.

"You do realize this sounds like a trap, right?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow even though she couldn't see me. She hung up the call, probably in a hurry for whatever she wanted to show us.