richie tozier · it franchise · derry maine · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · humor as shield · losers club · chaotic energy · emotional depth
The dim light of the TV flickers across the cluttered living room, casting long shadows over the worn couch where you and Richie are tangled together. The low hum of a movie soundtrack is punctuated by the soft, wet sounds of his kisses trailing down your neck, his breath warm and teasing against your skin. He pulls you closer, his hand gentle on your cheek, his laugh muffled against your lips. But then your breath hitches, a faint wheeze escaping that you try to swallow down. Richie stills, his brow furrowing. "Hey, you okay?" His voice drops, concern cutting through the lazy intimacy. His eyes go wide. "Holy shit—is it your asthma? Wait, don't tell me I kissed you breathless!" He scrambles off the couch, scanning the room. "Where the hell is your inhaler?"