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

•Nine•

Word Count: 1341

Warnings: Adorable-ness, awkwardness, teasing, one cuss word, inappropriate comments and jokes.

Song for chapter 9 - "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas" by Michael Bublé.

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CHRISTMAS EVE.

"Can I come over to yours?" Richie had asked me while sniffling as soon, as I had answered the ringing phone.

"It's Christmas eve, though," I told him.

"Yeah, can I come over to celebrate Christmas with your family?" He asked me again.

"Did something happen?"

"Well...yeah. So can I come over?" He asked me for the third time.

"Yeah, sure. Just tone down the jokes when you get here, my parents won't approve." I warned him.

"...am not promising anything, señor,"

"Please?"

"Ok, ok, fine. I'll try."

"I'm going to go wait by the front door, bye!"

"Bye," Richie responded and I hung up the call, running to the front door. My mom looked at me in confusion.

"Why are you so hyper today?" My dad asked, appearing out of the living room.

"Uh, my friend is going to come over..." I replied.

"You didn't tell us you have a friend coming over! Is it a girl?" My mom interrogated me.

"No, it's Richie."

"Y/N! Why didn't you say anything?!"

"He said his uh...his parents had to go to the hospital because it was an emergency and he had nobody to celebrate christmas with. That's why he called me," I lied.

"Oh, well...maybe I can get old pictures that you can show Richie?" Mom suggested.

"NO, MOM!"

"Ok, ok, I'll go back to cooking now," She said and walked back to the kitchen, which was right next to the phone.

"Yes, you do that, plEASE!" I ushered her and went back to the front door to wait for Richie. It shouldn't be that long until he arrived, since it was a five minute drive with a bike from his home to mine. He sounded pretty upset from what I heard on the phone, but maybe it was just my imagination.

I flinched, when a knock came at the door, because I had gotten distracted with my thoughts. As I opened the door, I came face to face with Richie.

"Hey, Richie. Come in," I moved away from the door to let Richie come inside. I immediately led him to my room before my parents embarrass me.

I grabbed some comic books from my shelf and put them on the floor. Richie took one and fell on my bed.

"Oh, yeah! I forgot about Mrs. K- WHAT IF SHE CHEATED ON ME?!" Richie yelled out and I put my hand over his mouth.

"Shhh, my parents will hear us...and I'm sure she stayed loyal to you. Didn't you brag about fucking her the whole summer a few years ago?" I reminded him.

"Yeah, but she left just like that without even saying goodbye!" Richie pretended to be deeply hurt by clutching his chest.

We laid in bed in silence, reading comic books for a while. My feet were by his face and his feet were by my face, so I kicked him just for fun. His glasses fell of and he glared at me. I laughed at his face expression and then realized he looked kind of good without gl- Then I got kicked in the face.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and he laughed at me this time, putting his glasses back on. We went back to reading my comic books in peace until a knock was heard and my mom opened the door.

"Do you both want to watch a movie? I made some gingerbread men," My mom offered and I nodded, putting my comic book away and getting up from the bed. Richie did the same and followed me to the living room to the couch.

"Hey, wait, do you want a sweater?" I asked Richie as we had sat down on the couch. He was dressed in pretty thin clothes, despite the storm raging outside.

"A sweater?" He scrunched up his face in confusion.

"Yeah, my mom made me a few Christmas sweaters throughout the years. So do you want one or not?"

"Sure," Richie replied and I went back to my room to search for a sweater in my closet. Since there were about three sweaters, I grabbed one for myself too.

I ran back to the room with a green sweater that had snowmen and snow snowing on top of them and gave it to Richie. I had put on a red sweater, which had 'Merry Christmas' on it. I sat down on the couch as mom came to give us the gingerbread men and to put on a movie. I grabbed the plate of gingerbread men and held it out of Richie's reach as he tried to grab one. Unfortunately, he had grown taller than me during these three years, so he grabbed the plate back from me with ease.

I tried to reach for a gingerbread man, but this time Richie held the plate out of my reach. I glared at him as I tried to grab it, but it only resulted in him almost dropping the plate as I fell on top of him on the couch. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I laughed, but I saw Richie's cheeks gain a bit of a rosy color. My laughing and smile faded as we stared at each other. His mouth was slightly open due to the surprise of me falling on top of him.

"Do you need two pla- HEY!" My mom exclaimed and we quickly got up from our position.

"It was on accident! He wasn't giving me the plate and held it out of my reach," I explained and felt my face get hot.

"Well, boys will be boys!" My mom scoffed, giving us a second plate so we wouldn't have to share, and walked away. I put some gingerbread men from Richie's plate on my plate and we sat in silence while watching the movie.

As time passed, my mom and dad joined us on the couch in watching the movie. It already started to get pretty late, so I began to become tired. I couldn't let myself fall asleep, because I needed to get a present for Richie, since I guessed his parents probably didn't get him any. The movie was coming to an end, but it was still at least half an hour. I felt Richie lean on my shoulder and I turned my head to see his eyes closed. He was asleep.

"Dad!" I whispered out to my dad. He looked at me and I pointed towards Richie's sleeping form. My dad made a confused face, so I pointed to Richie, then to my room and then made a sleeping motion, to signify that he needed to be placed in bed. He nodded, went to pick up Richie and walked to my room.

"Mom, we need to get Richie a present!" I told my mom, who was still awake by some miracle.

"Honey, we can't go to the store. There's a raging storm outside and it's dark." My mom replied. I sighed, trying to think what kind of present I could gift to him instead.

My dad came back and we watched the rest of the movie. My mom had fallen asleep, so my dad had picked her up as well and went to sleep. I turned off the TV and looked for some paper. When I found the paper, I began to make a gift for Richie.

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I walked in my room, changed into some pyjamas and climbed on my bed. I softly pushed Richie a bit further, so I could get properly into bed and also that it wouldn't look gay, and laid back on the bed, putting the blanket over me. I turned over to see Richie. He looked really peaceful and vulnerable in this state. I took off his glasses and put them on my bedside table, because my dad hadn't done that yet.

I closed my eyes, feeling myself about to fall asleep. I was seconds away from sleeping, so I didn't really react when I felt a hand on my waist.

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Merry Christmas Eve!