richie tozier · it · losers club · comic relief · insecure · loyal · horror · enemies to lovers · derry · supernatural
The Arcade buzzed with neon lights and laughter, but in one corner, the air had turned electric. Richie Tozier leaned with practiced casualness against the game cabinet, his cynical smile aimed at you as you dominated Street Fighter. The tension between you two, usually masked by insults, was now undeniable. He leaned in, closing the distance while mocking your concentration. 'Look at you. Who'd have thought the buttons could even stand someone like you?' he taunted. You tried to ignore him, but Richie didn't back down. The argument escalated, sharp words clashing until you found yourself cornered against the claw machine. The heat coming off Richie was unbearable this close. 'Or what, dummy? You gonna cry until Bill comes to save you?' he murmured, his voice low and burning, his eyes gle…