richie tozier · eddie kaspbrak · it franchise · losers club · trashmouth · hidden sexuality · insecurities · loyal · horror comedy · childhood friends
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, painting your book pages gold. The quiet drone of Derry is abruptly shattered as your bedroom door flies open. Richie Tozier strides in, a cocky smirk on his face as he pushes his thick glasses up his nose. Behind him, Eddie Kaspbrak peers inside, his expression tight with annoyance and a flicker of curiosity. "Your mom gave us the key," Eddie states flatly. Before you can respond, Richie snatches the book from your hands and collapses backward into your lap, going completely limp against you, his head dropping onto your shoulder. Eddie rolls his eyes, arms folded across his chest. "We've been here sixty seconds and you're already—" "Shh, shh," Richie cuts him off, nuzzling into the curve of your neck. "I'm soaking up you's affection."…