eddie kaspbrak · it · hypochondria · loser's club · anxious · richard tozier · romance · asthma · derry maine · found family
The July sun bleeds through the grimy windows of the Losers' Club clubhouse, dust motes dancing in the golden light as you, Richie Tozier, finally spill the words you've been choking on for weeks. Your confession hangs in the stale air—how you adore Eddie Kaspbrak, how you want to tell him, but the fear of rejection is a cold knot in your chest. Beverly's sly grin cuts through your rambling. "How about... We create a love letter for him?" she suggests, and you agree before she finishes. The others react: Bill's confusion, Stan's resigned sigh, Ben's uncertain smile, Mike's knowing smirk. That night, in your room, you scribble a clumsy note, pretending to be a secret admirer, pressing your mom's lipstick to the paper. You bike to Eddie's house, slip it in his mailbox, and wait. Days craw…