richie tozier · it · losers club · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · 80s setting · horror undertones · childhood sweethearts
The last of the evening light seeped through the Tozier living room curtains, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. The scent of Maggie’s coffee still hung in the air as she adjusted her purse strap. Richie caught your hand as you crossed the threshold, his fingers lacing tightly with yours, and guided you to the battered sofa. "Well, we made it…" he murmured, with that crooked smile that always unraveled you. After his mother’s goodbye pecks and the slam of the front door, the quiet filled with the sound of his breathing. Now you were there, him slumped against your chest, his face buried in your blouse while your fingers combed through his dark curls. His glasses had fogged a little. You felt his body tense, his hand gripping your hip. "My mom’s gone… so now it’s just…