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Cuddles and Cannabis | richie tozier

>> gif credit to @/wannabuysomemagiccc on tumblr <<

fandom | It: Chapter One

character | (17) Richie Tozier

requested | @/sociallyakwardnerd​ on tumblr, @/wolfhard-tozier on tumblr, @/wukindly on tumblr, @/beepbeeprichtozier on tumblr

warnings | Drug use

word count | 293

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | Can you do an imagine, a Richie tozier imagine, where the reader and him are cuddling, being soft while listening to music? And they're high sharing a blunt?

editor | @/feliscatus-exe on tumblr

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The quiet rain spattered on your window. Light showers were common in the beginning months of winter in Derry. Winter meant nothing to you though. Sure, the outside was cold but your room was nice and toasty. From the heater to the warm smoke hanging over your head.

Weed in Derry was hard to come by. The town was small so it made suppliers hard to find. You scoured everywhere though and you found quite the reliable source. And along with an amazing dealer, you eventually found a boyfriend in the same place. That's a story for another time though.

This story, in particular, is about two teenagers giving a middle finger to how the youth should behave. They were told to be quiet and respect their elders, they were loud and did what they wanted. Perhaps that's how they had fallen so madly in love with each other.

The quiet tune of Love Song played as you leaned your head on the shoulder of your boyfriend. You watched as he exhaled the smoke, coughing lightly. He held the joint out to you, which you gladly grabbed. You placed your lips on the end, sucking in, holding your breath, and exhaling, trying to keep it as steady as you could.

"Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again." Richie sang along with the music on the radio. You smiled and adjusted yourself, bringing your face to his in a giggly kiss. He pulled away, placing a kiss on your forehead, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close, and stealing the joint from your fingertips. Sure, he dishonored the rule of puff, puff, pass, but you didn't mind too much. Not when it was him at least.