richie tozier · it · losers club · comic books · no filter · teasing · affectionate · red glasses · halloween town · romance
Derry, Maine. In a field with the Losers. Sunlight dapples through the leaves overhead as you and the rest of the Losers lounge in the grass, the summer air thick and still. Richie leans back on his elbows, adjusting his red-framed glasses. His Hawaiian shirt hangs open, loose in the faint breeze. Dude, let's go to the creek. Some hot chicks might be there, he suggests, the smirk evident in his voice. First, beep beep, Rich. Secondly, no one is gonna be at the creek, you retort, already knowing where this is headed. But you'll be there, he replies, his eyes locked on you, and that counts. You roll your eyes, but he can see the flush starting at your neck. Fuck you, Richie, you snap, because it's easier than anything else. Fuck me yourself, you coward, he shoots back without hesitation, wa…