✓ // Almond Milk Dreams // Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

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You rested your head against Richie's shoulder, tracing circles over a scar on his arm. He had received it while fighting Pennywise. His baseball bat had broken while hitting the clown, a shred of wood cutting his arm. He rested his head on yours, closing his eyes. The scar was a dark tan color, having been faded over the years. When you stopped, he sat up and frowned. You just smiled. "Do it again." He pouted quietly. Everyone besides you, Richie, and Stan were sleeping. The sky was getting dark, Stan said it was good for where you were going. You thought for a moment. "Please Y/N-ie?" He gave you puppy dog eyes, frowning slightly. "Fine." You sighed. He quickly smiled and laid his head back on yours. You started to trace the scar, over and over. He smiled before falling asleep.

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"O-Oh fuck.." You heard Eddie whimper quietly. You sat up, trying to see where you all were. A giant haunted house stood in front of you. As you all climbed out of the car, Stan announced, "Two at a time. Who ever wants to go first, can." You and Richie quickly raced to the front, paying the guy working at the booth, and heading in.

It was extremely dark, faint screams and red lights were everywhere. You both just finished running from a gang of actors with fake chainsaws. You huffed, catching your breath, You could've sworn you saw someone run past the hallway ahead. "Oh shit- You go first." You shoved Richie. "Nuh-uh!" He exclaimed. "You go, my dearest, most wonderful and gorgeous Y/N-ie!" He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side, using his other arm to gesture ahead. "Tozier, I can't tell if I want to kiss you or feed you to these fucking demons right now." You grumbled. "Can I pick?" He shot you a stupid, cheesy grin. You rolled your eyes and walked forward, getting lept at by some demon thing. He growled softly at you, pointing to a slim door. You glanced at Richie before walking into the now open door.

You both sat in the tight elevator. "Uhm, listen- Y/N.." Richie mumbled. You glanced up at him, your back against his chest. "Hm?" You slightly tilted your head. He seemed to go slightly more read. "Uh- Uhm, I have to tell you something.." He said, flustered and rubbing his palms on his sides. He opened his mouth to speak, but the door behind you guys opened. Richie came tumbling out first, you following close behind. "Holy shit!" Richie jumped up. You turned to see what he was looking at. A girl in clown makeup stood, staring at you guys. You grabbed his hand, quickly walking past her. She continued to follow you, giggling and asking to play. You just kept walking with him.

Once she left, you could hear a low ticking noise. You quickly turned to see some masked man holding a watch. He walked towards you, bowing. He leaned closer, mumbling softly. "24 more years." He then leaned back, grinning in a menacing manner and walked away. Richie glanced at you, wrapping his arm around you quietly.

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"Holy fUck-" Eddie's voice cracked, clutching his heart. "Never again." He glared at everyone. The others just laughed. You tried to brush off that "24 more years" thing as you got in the car.

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You pulled up to the new hotel. "We'll be staying here tonight." Stan announced.

You all sat around the glass table, waiting for food. There was a giant window that showed the entire city below you all. The lights of the city seemed small, like stars. You all started to eat, talking about random topics. "So, you guys actually like someone??" Mike smiled. "U-uhm, yeah.." Bill muttered. You slowly nodded, as did Richie, Bev, Stan, and Ben. "Well of course Richie and Y/N do!" Bev smirked. You just tossed a bit of your food at her. "Shut up." You mumbled. "Anyways.." Stan cleared his throat. "Do you uhm, ever think IT will come back?"

Everyone went quiet. "I-If IT does, we'll all be here." Bill smiled softly. Stan smiled back.

"Catch!" Bev loudly said, destroying the monotone mood. She tossed a bit of food at you, hitting your cheek. You smiled, tossing some at her. The night went on like that, tossing food and cheering if someone caught it.

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You woke up in the car. "Finally, you're up." Richie smirked. "It was such a pain carrying you out." You could feel yourself blush, even if he couldn't see it. "Where are we going?" You asked, rubbing your eye. "You'll see." Stan smiled, turning the radio up. "Don't you, forget about me." The music blasted, wind blowing in your face, the rails on the highway moving past quickly. This is what you signed up for.

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"Fuck!" You slipped on the roller skates, stumbling a bit. "Who's idea was this??" Eddie cried, holding onto a table. Richie just laughed. "How?!" You yelled, pointing at Richie easily skating. He shrugged, skating off. You quickly went after him. You slipped as you reached him. He caught you easily. "Ah! Uhm, sorry!" You stood up straight and smiled softly. He smiled and took your hand, leading you to the rink. "That maybe isn't the best idea,, Richie, wait!" You quickly blabbered as he kept tugging you. The music was loud, it was hard to hear Richie. But as he showed you how to keep moving, it became natural.

"Ohh, I wanna dance with somebody"

He gripped your hand tighter as he hummed to the music.

"I wanna feel the heat with somebody."

He quickly squeezed your hand at that line. You smirked. "You would wanna feel the heat with me, wouldn't you, Tozier?" He smiled, scoffing playfully.

"Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody."

He turned to you.

"With somebody who loves me."

He mouthed something that you couldn't hear. You tilted your head. "What?' You asked. And then he leaned in, right by your ear.