Broken/ Richie Tozier + Reader (y/n)

His arm?

(Outfit above)

I heard the door ring and gripped the handle seeing Richie in a weird pose. Stifling a laugh, I gestured him to come in.

"You know.. " I start seeing Richie look in my direction.

"We really should do our project rich"

I said gazing at his dark brown/ black curls.

He signed deeply and dramatically pretending to be annoyed

"Finnnnneee"

He said pulling himself off the couch

I smile to myself and chuckle while we walk to me room. He closes the door behind him and we sit down taking the project materials out.

After about an hour we get tired and decide to take a snack break.

We sit down at the kitchen table eating our sandwiches and I hear

"So uh.. Y/N"

I look over at him sitting there smugly half chewing half grinning.

"Anyone you fancy right now?"

I blush and look at my sandwich flustered.

I decide to tease him

"Wouldn't you like to know." I say smiling playfully.

His smile disappears as a look of embarrassment appears and I change the subject getting uncomfortable.

"So uh.. how's the home life."

He gets paper white and his body gets tense and stiff.

"Uh.. it's not so great."

He mutters as the events of last night rush into my head.

God y/n you're so stupid why'd you ask that again!

I change the subject not wanting him to get uncomfortable. I feel bad for Richie.. he's a nice gu- err a nice-ER guy than the rest of the guys at school. He doesn't deserve his abuse.

We talked some more and before you know it, it was already 12:00 (pm)

We head back to my room, and my mind is still wandering about Richie's abuse and my words start spilling out.

"Hey uh.. rich?"

I ask rubbing my neck

"Yeah?" He asks looking back at me

"If uh.. if it ever gets to bad.. I'm here for you."

He smiles and we spend the rest of our day doing our project and I end up making him sleepover.

"Cmon Ricchhhhhh" I whine tugging his arm.

"No I've already told you Y/n, I have to go home!" He says back to me grinning.

"I'm NOT letting you go right now!!!" I yell back playfully.

"Fiiinnnnnee!" He says raising his free arm in defeat

We both smile at each other and then I go to the guest room to grab a blanket.

He sets it up by the bed next to me and I check the time

11:27

I turn off my lamp and hop into bed.

I spend 30 minuets tossing and turning not being able to sleep and I get an idea.

"Richie," I whisper into the dark

Not hearing a response I whisper again

"Richieeeee" I whisper rather loudly

"Whattttt!?" I hear in the dark call back to me

"Are you awake?" I tease

"Am now." He hisses groggily.

"I can't sleep richie.. c-can you, sleep up here with me?"

My eyes had adjusted to the dark so I'm able to see his tired, confused, and flustered expression.

"Okay."

He gets up and I roll over feeling a weight plop down next to me on the bed. A wave of tiredness suddenly fills my body as my eyelids get heavy, and so do my shoulders with a weight of something

An arm.

His arm.

Richie's arm?