#So to retaliate here are some silly doodles! I hope you guys enjoy the silliness as much as I do

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As Old As Time [3/?]

Pairing: teen!Richie Tozier x black!fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing

Author's Note: Howdy! Long time, huh? I apologize for my sudden hiatus, but I’m feeling a lot better now and will be posting regularly again (I hope). This had been sitting in my drafts 90% done for a while. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this piece and don't hesitate to give your plot suggestions! P.S. I one unicillion percent picture Robert Sheehan as older Richie, who you you see?

Tags: @thotyana-in-this-hoe @neeadinghugs

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"And, that way, if you were to be alive when scientists turn us all into merpeople, we would already have thought up how to procreate, so we would be famous scientists and then you could spend all school afternoons with me instead of working." Richie finishes up as you make your way up the stairs to your door.

Shaking your hand out of Richie's, you grab the open flap of his shirt before he can get any closer to the door, "Before we go in, I am warning you that my parents are tough. You will not be allowed upstairs, so please, while I'm grabbing new shoes and washing the grape soda from my legs, please cuss as little as you can and don't make any jokes about sleeping with me. Or my mom."

Richie nods and grabs the doorknob, "I think I know not to be a jackass in front of your parents, Y/N. They definitely wouldn't let me bang you after that." Before you can scold Richie, he's rolling his eyes, "I'm not completely stupid, Y/N, besides, parents love me. I'm gonna charm the shit out of your parents, and you're gonna owe me one hell of an apology."

Snorting, you push Richie's hand from the doorknob and insert your key, "Hey Mommy, hi Dad. I have to change into some running shoes. This is Richie, he walked me home." You're running up the stairs before your mother has made her way to the base of them.

"Are you the boy that was banging on my door this morning?" She asks with a harsh brow. Richie has heard myths of the wrath of a black mother, and if he's being completely honest, he's as excited as he is terrified. He is one of the chosen few to get the relationship talk. "Yes ma'am. Richie Tozier. I didn't mean to cause a disturbance, I just thought Y/N stood me up."

Lifting a brow, your mom gestures for Richie to follow her into the dining room, "Stood you up? Y/N didn't tell me she had a date." Richie takes a seat at the dining room table with your father, "Well, to be fair, I didn't exactly tell her it was a date. I was the one who was super vague, then I came over here all butt hurt. We went to the movies today though, and we're gonna meet some of my friends at the parade."

Your mom hums softly, amused with the chatty boy looking around her dining room. "Turkey or ham, Richie?" Richie takes a pause in looking at the pictures on the nearby shelf and adjusts his glasses, "Oh. Um, ham."

"What do you guys do at the parade?" Your dad asks, taking a bite from his own sandwich. Richie scoffs, "Nothing exciting. It's a shitty parade, but Y/N might like it. And I'll get to show her around town." Richie was a little nervous about your father, but despite your warning, both of your parents seem like a delight to him.

Richie's about to ask for embarrassing childhood stories when your mom puts a plate in front of him, hearty sandwich in tow. "Thanks." Richie says, nearly dumbfounded by what has to be the king of cold cut sandwiches.

Lifting the article, Richie takes a bite, groaning in approval, "This is so good. I gotta tell ya, I love my mom, and I thought I loved her sandwiches, but I'm afraid that the next time she gives me two slabs of bread with a slice of cheese and a sliver of meat, I will be obligated to tell her to kiss my ass."

You enter the dining room just at this moment, your mouth falling open. Time seems to move in slow motion while you wait for your mom to slap the taste out of both of you, but she just laughs and takes your dad's plate, "Tell her I'm happy to lend her the recipe."

Your sigh of relief gives you away and Richie points to his sandwich, "Y/N, your mom is the best cook. Have you had one of these sandwiches? They're fucking art." Richie still has most of his sandwich to go, so you sit beside him at the table, "You should taste her actual cooking."

As soon as you say it, a light bulb goes off in Richie's mind, "Yeah! Can I stay for dinner tonight?" He's speaking around a mouthful of sandwich, but the question is understandable. "I'd love to have you over for dinner Richie, but you need to ask your parents before I let you place responsibility for your life in my hands. I'll be happy to let you go home today and eat with us tomorrow. I'll take your plate and you and Y/N can go on to the parade."

Giving your mom and dad a quick kiss before you go, you try to leave before they can ask about your need for new shoes and socks. Just before you close the door, your mom calls for you and you're sure you're busted, but instead of questioning you, she laughs softly and moves where you can see her from the door, "Have fun on your date."

Richie hears and pokes his head back inside, "Thanks, Mrs. Y/L/N." He says, remembering the name doodled on your notebook. Richie closes the door behind the two of you and hops cheerfully down the stairs, "That went great! Hey, do you think your mom would care about cheating on your dad with a white dude, because, my dad -"

You cut him off before he can finish whatever silly thing he was about to say, "You told my parents this was a date?" For the briefest of moments, Richie looks embarrassed, but he uses the special Tozier method of getting himself in order quickly and shrugs a shoulder, "I told them that earlier was a date. They probably just took this as a date, which makes sense."

Scoffing, you step into the street and toss the basketball there to the other side of the street onto the sidewalk, "All of your friends are going to be there. That doesn't make sense." Richie retaliates by pulling a cigarette from his pocket, "Then it'll be a group date."

Now the two of you stand in a face off in the middle of the sidewalk, you brandishing your pen, and Richie with his cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he lights it. "None of them will have dates." You point out, but Richie refuses to give up, "You will though. You're welcome."

Snorting, you break your little stand-off and continue walking, "We're all just going to be hanging out." You add dismissively. Richie gives a nod and a puff of smoke, "Definitely. We'll all be hanging out, on our date. Now, do you know where the parade is, or are you gonna wait a moment so I can take that precious hand of yours and lead you?"

"Or, you can actually move so I'm not the only one walking and we can get there on time." You stop, waiting for Richie to get beside you. Once he's by your side, Richie hold his hand out for yours, "You ready now?" Shaking your head with a soft snort, you put your hand in Richie’s, “Lead the way, Tozier.”