Eddie was going to tell Richie he loved him his entire life and that’s a fact 😭
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"Eds?" Richie whispered into the silence. The sheets rustled loudly as he turned over and stared at the back of his boyfriend's shadowed head.
Richie sighed quietly, about to turn back around, when there was a sleepy murmur from Eddie. "Mm?" he hummed.
But now that he'd got his attention Richie felt his throat close up and he clenched his jaws shut tightly while the silence dragged on. If he left it long enough he wondered if Eddie would forget he'd said anything and go back to sleep. "What if I wake up?" he blurted.
"What if I wake up, like, for real?"
Eddie shuffled and turned around to face him. His features were hard to make out in the darkness of the bedroom, but a sliver of silver caught what light there was. Richie reached out and traced his fingertip down the thin line.
"What if I wake up and lose you?" Richie whispered brokenly. "I don't- I can't-"
"Richie." Eddie stilled his hand and linked their fingers together. "It was just a bad dream. This is real. I'm real," he said softly, but firmly, "I saved you, Stan saved me - we're all okay."
"But... but what if... what if this is the dream, and I wake up and I'm- I'm back in that fucking hotel, holding my cracked glasses, sobbing and broken and you- your guts were all on the outside, Eds. You know they shouldn't be on the outside! The... that clown..."
Eddie squeezed his hand. "Rich- baby- c'mon- in your immortal words - we killed that fucking clown. I kissed you out of the deadlights. Everything you saw in there was the dream, I promise."
Richie gave a dry chuckle as he cradled Eddie's cheek beneath his palm, revelling in the solidity and warmth of his skin. "I still can't believe you took advantage and planted one on me while I was all wigged out and deadlighted like that."
"Oh yeah, the staring blankly ahead with freaky as shit milky eyes was really doing it for me."
"I knew it." Richie laughed and took a deep breath. "Sorry, Eds. I didn't mean to wake you up, but the dream felt so real again..."
Eddie placed a hand on the small of Richie's back and pulled himself closer, slotting their bodies together. He kissed the bristly stubble on his jaw and moved up to kiss just below his ear. "This is real," he whispered.
Richie shivered and smiled, though tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. "I love you so much."
This couldn't be a dream..... could it?
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Look at this incredible illustration I commissioned from @haflacky !!! Have you ever seen a more beautiful piece of art in your life? No you haven’t you goddamn liar.
This is from my fic ‘Our Days and Nights are Perfumed with Obsession’ from the series ‘But We’re the Greatest, They’ll Hang us in the Louvre’, all available to read on AO3.
I actually got this a while ago but I was waiting to post it until I actually had some new content, and I’m excited to say that I now do! It’ll be up on AO3 once it’s back from being proofread (go bug @gaystuartlittle if you’re feeling impatient).
I am OctopusQueen on AO3. Read me over there, talk to me over here. Long live Reddie y’all.
(Oh and I guess happy thanksgiving? Ever since I left the US I’ve completely lost touch with the national holidays over there.)
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kidnapper: we have your boyfriend
eddie: i don’t have a boyfriend
kidnapper: then who is this brown haired guy rambling about how awesome he is
eddie: oh that’s richie
eddie: no returnsies
kidnapper: but please
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i’m really in my feelings over teen reddie being just so fucking obnoxious at all times and the losers love them obviously but sometimes they don’t LIKE them, but then they catch them doing something very domestic and realize “oh they’re actually in love”
the losers at richies house for movie night and bill walks into the kitchen for some water and sees eddie sitting on the counter braiding richie’s hair with a smile on his face from behind while they wait for the popcorn
stan having to drop something off at richies house while mags and went are out of town and having eddie come to the door in his pajamas and hearing richie singing from the kitchen
mike and eddie in the car together and then eddie tells him a story of something stupid richie did or how something mike said relates to a richie story and eddie just telling him all these things with the brightest laugh and biggest grin
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it chapter 1 & 2 masterlist
* = favourite
slowly kissing down the body. - fluff
growth spurt. - fluff
comforting. - fluff
not him. - angst / hurt-comfort
my fault. - hurt-comfort
cold. - fluff *
innocent. - fluff / hurt-comfort / angst if you squint *
bowers. - angst / hurt-comfort / fluff
damn you, richie tozier. - fluff / angst if you squint *
suspect - fluff *
stay - fluff
quiet - fluff / angst *
rain - fluff *
you’re all i want - angst / hurt comfort *
haunted house - fluff
being in the hammock. - headcanon, fluff
rum. - fluff *
movie night - fluff
lyra - fluff *
bear - fluff
uncles - fluff
cookie dough - fluff / comfort
“i thought you’d want me to.” - angst / hurt-comfort, fluff
fever. - hurt-comfort / fluff *
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One of my favorite reddie tropes is when more than one Eddie shows up for some delightfully fanficy reason, and Richie’s first reaction is to be like “oh, I’ve had this dream before”
Just. Peak comedy. A+. Well done to everyone that has or will ever make that joke, because I giggle every single time. Keep em coming.
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please reblog if you like it and let me know your reactions. algorithms are not my friend because i spend 2.5 months making each part and not posting during that time, so signal boosting is very appreciated and helps keep me motivated to make more.
trigger warning ⏬
tw: TW: Misogyny, bulimia being used as an insult, internalized homophobia, homophobia, a period-typical problematic juvenile ableist joke ("special education"), blood, crude dick drawings, written references to: ((sex, suicide, death, murder, the clown)), bullying, body hair shaming, body shaming, minors contemplating looking at sexually inappropriate imagery
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Say what you will, reddie shippers know how to write some good fucking fic
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Bobbing For Bitches
It's their first year in college and the Losers were expecting to spend Halloween indoors. However after being invited to a frat house's costume party, they decide to make the most of the night.
Unbeknownst to Eddie, making the most of the night might mean finally acting on his feelings for Richie.
But for that to happen, he'd have to actually acknowledge them first.
🎃 🎃 🎃
This is my piece for HallowRen’s Spooktacular IT Project 2.0! My prompt was “Costume Party”. Final chapter coming soon. >:)
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🎵 mmm watcha say 🎵
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a/n: hi :’))) i feel like i haven’t published any works in so long, so i’m really sorry if this isn’t the best. i’ve had the idea of werewolf richie for so long and i’m happy to be finally writing it! i also want to shout out @cr0wrichie for helping me with the idea and reading beta versions! you’re the best <3
*modern day au, early 20′s*
Richie and Eddie sit around the dimly lit, crackling campfire. It’s late, they’re both tired enough for bed, but Richie wants to check the perimeter one last time to make sure they’re safe. They’re deep in the woods, no other cabins or campsites anywhere near. Richie walks around the backside of the cabin, shifting into wolf form before coming back into Eddie’s view. Eddie smiles as Richie walks up to him, petting his thick, coarse, black fur. Richie leans his forehead against Eddie’s - communicating telepathically.
‘I’ll be back, just stay here.’ Richie’s thoughts pour into Eddie’s mind.
“Okay,” Eddie says with a soft hum. Richie gives a gentle lick to Eddie’s cheek before trotting off into the distance. Eddie sighs with a soft smile playing on his lips.
Eddie sits back down in the chair, watching the fire as it slowly dies. He grabs his book that’s sat in the chair next to him - he’s so close to finishing it. He’s about to get completely immersed when he hears a twig snap in the distance. He looks up, completely alert and aware now. His eyes scan the nearly pitch black woods as best he can. He decides to shrug it off after a moment of silence and turning his attention back to his book. Not even a few minutes later, Eddie hears more twigs snap and bushes being brushed against.
“R-Richie?” Eddie asks hesitantly as he hears footsteps creep closer and closer to him. “Richie?” he asks a little louder, squinting his eyes in hopes he can see clearer. Eddie then hears a low, grumbling growl - glowing, golden eyes in the distance.
Eddie’s frozen in place. He knows the wolf isn’t Richie as Richie has blood red eyes and a louder, more baritone growl. The honey-eyed wolf is now in full view, his matted fur resembling a chestnut brown. Eddie’s pupils grow wide as he sees two more wolves, white and gray, closely trailing behind.
‘Fuck, oh, fuck!’ Eddie panics in his head. He so badly wants to call out to Richie, but he can only hear him when they’re connected. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants to run away - anything! The wolf in front lunges slightly at Eddie, letting out a nasty, spit-flying bark. ‘Richie please!’ Eddie yells in his head, knowing it’s absolutely useless.
Richie sniffs around the border of where they’re residing, finding no activity in sight - not the hoot of owls which Richie finds odd. Richie stops dead in his tracks, knowing that something is off, he can feel it. He turns around and sprints back to the cabin and Eddie. He’s nearly there when he smells scents of outsiders in their area. Richie pushes his legs to go faster, rounding the corner as he spots Eddie being threatened by beta’s.
Richie snarls, nearly roaring as he leaps onto the wolf in front, biting at his neck and slamming him onto the torn-up ground. Richie has him pinned for a good few seconds, biting anywhere he can, causing major wounds. The other gets loose from under Richie, getting at his back and sides. Richie lets out a screeching, howly-bark of pain and backs himself up. He manages to shield Eddie as he comes face to face with the small pack.
Richie doesn’t hesitate, running back up, grabbing him by the neck again. He then ends up grabbing the other in between his shoulder blades, nearly scruffing him. The grip in his mouth is crushingly tight, thrashing his head back and forth until the other wolf flies out of his mouth and collides into the trees. The injured, brown wolf manages to make it back to his feet, trying his best to limp after his friends who are long gone. Richie barks and snaps at his heels, chasing him deep into the woods before deciding to let him go. He watches him fade into the distance before trotting over to Eddie.
Richie whines, licking away Eddie’s tears as he rests his head against his boyfriends. ‘Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?’ Eddie sighs happily, finding Richie’s worried thoughts strangely comforting. ‘Talk to me,’ Richie gives more soft kisses to Eddie’s face.
“I don’t know what happened...” Eddie sniffs. “It all happened so fast! I-” Eddie is cut off by his own cries. Richie whines again, resting his head against Eddie’s small shoulder, pulling him close. Eddie wraps his small arms around Richie’s large neck, petting his soft fur when he feels something wet and sticky. Eddie pulls his hand away, realizing it’s blood.
“Richie, you’re bleeding.” Eddie says quietly with much concern.
‘I’m fine,’ Richie nuzzles against Eddie’s cheek.
“No, you’re not!” Eddie frowns, holding Richie’s fur gently, trying to lead him inside. Richie pulls back, getting behind Eddie and pushing him playfully with his muzzle. Eddie whips around in a frustrated manner. “Richie, stop it! Now’s not the time!” Eddie tries to grab at Richie again only for Richie to jump back, play-bowing. Eddie groans, stomping his feet.
Richie runs circles around Eddie, finding humor in Eddie trying to catch him. Richie prances about, panting happily as he dodges Eddie’s attempts every time. He starts to run another lap around Eddie only for him to back up and stumble over the chair, falling flat on his face and tumbling over. Richie lays there, looking at Eddie as he tries to play it off.
“You are such a stubborn idiot!” Eddie rolls his eyes as a slight smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. He’ll admit, he does find Richie quite adorable. “Just come inside,” he says, much more calmly. Richie looks up as he sniffs at the air. There’s nothing to smell, not even a gust of wind pushing scents through the earth - it’s a distraction method. “Richie!” Eddie snaps again. Richie’s red eyes meet Eddie’s human ones and starts to wag his tail slightly. “Do not!” Eddie glares harshly.
Richie lets out a yawn, standing up on all fours, giving himself a small shake as he walks up to Eddie. Eddie falls behind as he playfully slaps Richie’s hind-end. Richie yelps, jumping as he turns to look at him, grumbling.
“Oh, you big baby!” Eddie snickers, shaking his head. “Get inside,” Richie exhales in annoyance before walking inside. Luckily the two have arranged their somewhat small home to fit a 7 foot wolf inside. Richie sits in the living room as Eddie goes to grab the proper medical supplies. “You should probably shift back, it’ll be easier to clean them that way.” Eddie says as he appears with the first-aid kit.
‘No,’ Richie communicates as he leans his head back against Eddie’s.
“What? Why? Richie, it’ll-”
‘I want to make sure we’re safe,’ Richie leans in more. ‘If I shift back and something happens during the night, it could potentially be more dangerous’. Eddie can sense the hurt in Richie’s thoughts, deciding to give a gentle kiss on his nose. ‘I love you,’ Richie cuddles a little too hard, pushing Eddie down.
“I love you too,” Eddie giggles as he sits back up. “Now hold still, it won’t hurt as bad.” Eddie explains as he cleans Richie’s wounds.
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Shut the eff up grammarly, you judgmental bitch.
(In other words, we are very close to a very, very long chapter of Reddie content. Thanks for being patient with me as I turned 30 and had a complete breakdown, y’all.)
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Hello! Could you write a story of Richie helping Eddie through a panic attack without the use of inhaler? I’d love to see your take on it, you’re Reddie stories are always so sweet.
“Are you sure about this, Rich? I still have the stitches in. And this thing is pretty high up,” Eddie complained to his boyfriend. This ride was taller than the whole amusement park.
“Come on, where’s your sense of adventure, Eds?” Richie asked, nudging his side.
“Right up my ass just like your ideas!” The man deadpanned only making Richie burst out laughing. His loud laugh made people turn their heads in his direction. Oh well, Eddie would never wish to have another boyfriend.
They were next in the large group of people to have a turn on the ride. Were these seats stable? What about the steel rods that lifted them into the air? Did this ride ever lose control with how much it spun around? Eddie was dreading the thought about how many accidents occurred on this ride.
Buckling in, the ride operator came around to everyone to see if they were hooked in. How could he not bother to check if people weren’t ready to chicken out?
“How you doin’, babe?” Richie asked when they started whirring.
Eddie was squeezing the bars so tightly that his knuckles were white. “If we die, I’m going to kill you.”
“I’ll already be a ghost! You can’t kill a ghost!”
“Shut up, asshole!”
Understanding that he was nervous, Richie took his hand once they ascended into the air. Oh God, this ride was higher than he thought. Feeling his heart pounding, Eddie took in the view of L.A. Wow, from the ground he had no idea that it looked this beautiful.
Slowly the ride turned in a clockwise direction. “You said that it would be fast,” Eddie noted.
“Don’t you know by now that it’s a bad idea to listen to me?” Richie smirked. “Besides, you really want to go fast?”
“No, no, I like this,” Eddie told him with a genuine smile. You could see everything from up here. One of their favorite things to do was walk the pier and admire the ocean. For the last four months while Eddie was recovering they’d take a walk every day. First when he was still in a wheelchair, followed by a walker, and now he no longer needed a cane.
“What’s that place out there?” Eddie asked, pointing to a dome-like building in the distance.
“Oh, you’d like that place! It talks all about space,” Richie explained.
“I never realized how much of L.A. I’ve never seen before.”
“We gotta spend a whole week exploring.”
Richie turned and looked at him lovingly. “You like it here, don’t you?”
“So much better than New York!” Eddie exclaimed. They were still holding hands.
“It’s nice to share L.A. with someone.”
Leaning in for a kiss, just then the ride stopped. While they were in midair!
“We should be moving,” Richie answered quickly, his eyes shifting nervously.
“This isn’t part of it, right?”
“How should I know?”
“Wha- you’ve never been on this fuckin’ ride before?!” Eddie spat.
“When did I say that I went on?”
“By how you annoyingly talked about it nonstop for an entire week you made it sound like you’ve ridden this fucking ride before!”
“If I went on this, I would have mentioned it!” Richie told him.
Eddie gripped the handlebars, trying to regulate his breathing. Trying to look around, other people were asking the same questions. In front of them, this couple squabbled as the girl hit her boyfriend in the arm.
His throat was closing up. Eddie fumbled into his pocket. That’s right, he no longer had his inhaler.
“Eds, hey, Eds, look at me,” Richie told him.
“H-How are we going to get down? Are we going to fall? W-What if we get injured or we never get down at all or-”
“Eddie, Eddie, listen to me,” Richie urged him lightly. He held his hands but did not grip them so that it wouldn’t freak him out. “Tell me three things that you see.”
Shaking, Eddie looked around. “Uh... the ocean... um, the buildings...” Eddie furrowed his eyes, scrunching up his nose. “Whatever that couple is doing with the cotton candy.”
Richie squinted to get a better look at the spectacle. “Yeah, what are they doing to it? Having some kind of Lady and the Tramp dinner?”
That made Eddie giggle. Good, he was laughing. Richie loved hearing Eddie laugh. “Don’t know,” he answered.
“Now tell me three things that you smell,” Richie encouraged him, holding his hand gently.
“We’re like a gazillion miles up!”
“You can still smell!”
Eddie takes another big breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth. “Um... hot dogs... fried dough...” He took another big whiff, again ruffling his nose. “Did you even brush your teeth today?”
Richie scoffed at the comment. “Oh, now we’re going to get personal?”
Almost forgetting about their situation, Eddie shuddered, realizing the great height he was still at. He gripped Richie’s hand so tightly that he could have cut off his circulation. Obviously, they didn’t make these seats big enough so that he could be closer to his boyfriend.
“Tell me three things that you love,” Richie smiled.
Eddie’s eyes glowed. “I love my friends.”
“Guaranteed,” Richie smirked.
“I love my job,” Eddie continued.
Richie shook his head. “I don’t know how you do.”
Eddie’s hold loosened, holding his boyfriend’s hand affectionately. “I love you.”
Feeling his insides get lost in a daisy field, Richie grinned widely. “I-I love you.”
They shared a big kiss, not caring about their poor adjustment. Just as long as they were together. Richie kissed the top of his head and snuggled with his boyfriend. From the looks of it, they were going to be trapped a little while longer. Oh well, they were gifted with a beautiful sunset.
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Please stop what you’re doing and read this right now. You will cry but you’ll be fucking happy about it. Gosh, this was so so good.
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“i thought you’d want me to.” - reddie
read here on ao3
↳ content warnings - angst, hurt-comfort, swearing. i think that’s about it.
↳ 2.1k word count
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the air was thick with tension as richie and eddie shuffled around the bedroom, getting ready for bed. richie had his back to eddie as he pulled out his pyjamas, dropping clothes all over the floor in the process, though for once eddie didn’t complain about it. usually he’d be quick to groan, complaining “your side of the room is always so much messier, pick your fuckin’ clothes up” and richie would throw a sock at him or something. but that didn’t happen. richie was being too quiet. he hadn’t said something in a while which was very unlike himself. eddie could feel eyes on him when he turned around himself to tug on his shirt, but he didn’t turn back.
richie and eddie argued all the time, but it was always playful. they’d bicker with each other, constant “fuck you”s being shouted from across the room, but it was never serious. they both could easily see that the other was holding off smiling, and it was okay. richie would come over to eddie and throw his arm around his shoulders, teasing him for one thing or another before a kiss was dropped to his head and they were fine.
but things were very not fine right now, because richie was too quiet and eddie felt like he could explode. it was all eddie’s fault, really. he’d been worked up all day because it was sonia’s birthday, and even though his mother was long dead she still managed to have a hold over him. eddie was a little more irritable than usual, his mind on constant loop of the horrible things his mother used to do, so when richie had come into the kitchen with a grin and proudly proclaimed that he fucked his mom, eddie almost blew up on him.
“jesus, rich, can’t you shut the fuck up for five seconds!” his voice was genuinely irritated as he yelled at richie unlike usual, and he saw the hurt flash on the latter’s face at his tone.
they had argued for a while; richie yelled that eddie hadn’t told him something was up, eddie yelled that he should have known, and after yelling for a while to cause both of them to get worked up, richie had stormed off to have a shower.
his hair was still wet as he got changed across the bedroom from eddie. usually eddie would insist that he should dry his hair before sleeping but he didn’t again. he couldn’t talk to richie. he was ashamed of blowing up on him like that.
richie had been right, eddie should have told him about what day it was. richie had a bad sleep schedule because of his job and shouldn’t have been expected to remember something he was told a while ago. eddie clenched his jaw at the thought of yelling at his husband for no reason and ruining their night. he really hated himself sometimes, or more so how he let things affect him. his mother still had an affect on him even though she’d been dead for five years, to the point where he’d worked himself up over whether he should be grieving her or glad she was dead because of the shit she’d put him through. she’d been horrible to him his whole childhood, but she was still his mom. he was always conflicted on how he should feel, and sonia had always been a tough topic. he could practically hear her laughing at him for how stupid he’d been for yelling at richie.
he heard the bed creak behind him as richie settled himself on it, and without thinking eddie grabbed his pillow and crossed the room towards the closet where he knew richie kept his spare blankets.
during his marriage with myra, they would argue so often that it became a cycle. they argued, myra cried, eddie apologised, eddie slept on the couch. it happened so often that it was almost normal. so his mind was on autopilot as he grabbed a blanket, making sure he had the thickest one so he wouldn’t get cold on the couch. he snuggled up to richie a lot in the night, and without his body heat there with him while he slept he’d lose a lot of warmth.
“what’re you doing?”
eddie’s eyes widened slightly as he looked back up at richie, surprised he was even talking to him. richie was still propped up against the headboard and looked exhausted. though instead of the anger that was on his face earlier he looked confused.
“sleeping on the couch,” eddie mumbled, messing with the seam of the blanket he was holding against his chest. he suddenly felt like a child talking to their parent in a quiet tone, like he was scared of being scolded.
richie stared at him for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as he glanced down at the pillow and blanket before back up at eddie, before he got back up with a quiet groan and took the blanket and pillow from eddie altogether. “i’m not divorcing you, jesus eds, get in bed.” he mumbled as he threw the pillow so it’d be back on the bed and stuffed the blanket back into the cupboard.
eddie stared at richie open-mouthed, confused. wasn't he supposed to sleep on the couch after an argument?
“what?” richie asked as he turned back towards eddie, arms crossed loosely.
“i thought-“ eddie took a moment to swallow, his mouth dry and uncomfortable. richie didn’t look mad anymore, which confused him. myra was always mad after a fight for a while. “i thought you’d want me to.” his voice was as small as he felt.
richie scoffed, a sound that was so normal from him eddie felt slightly better. “why would i want you to sleep on the couch? we had an argument big deal, i’m not breaking up with you over it.”
“oh.” eddie sounded almost deflated. he felt stupid for thinking richie would react like myra used to, and he wanted to cry. had he really just compared the love of his life to his ex wife? myra was basically a carbon copy of his mother, and during their marriage eddie had never been truly happy; he simply married her underneath the pressure from his mother. being with richie was so different, he felt genuinely cared for and loved. he hated that he had assumed that richie would act the same as myra.
“hey,” it was only when richie spoke again that eddie realised he was crying, tears building up in his waterline as he stood stiff. “what? what’s wrong?”
“fuck i’m sorry,” eddie groaned as he hid his face in his hands for a moment, his fingers digging into his scalp almost painfully. “myra used to make me sleep on the couch if we had an argument and i thought- i didn’t mean to compare you to her i’d never- i’m sorry-“ his hands were wet with his tears by the time he felt richie pulling them from his face to hold them instead.
“hey, it’s okay,” richie’s voice was soft and caring, and it immediately made eddie feel so much better. though he was still crying so richie let go of his hands to pull him into a hug, an action that eddie greatly appreciated. he’d wanted to hug him all night. as richie wrapped his arms around him eddie held onto him tightly, tucking his head against his neck as he tried to calm himself back down. it wasn’t often that eddie let sonia or myra get into his head, but when they did he knew richie was always there for him. it only made eddie feel worse that he hadn’t told richie how he’d been feeling all day.
“i’m sorry.” eddie mumbled again as he held onto richie’s shirt, squeezing his eyes shut as he tucked himself as close to him as possible.
“it’s okay, eds, really. i just didn’t want you to sleep on the couch-“
“no, not that,” eddie shook his head. “i should have told you about today and how i was feeling and not just snapped at you, it’s not your fault that i’m just fucking sensitive,” he sighed. “it’s just, you know, she’s dead and has been for a while. she shouldn’t still be affecting me like she does.”
richie was silent for a moment and eddie frowned more, worried of the possibility of another argument. though before he could get too worked up again richie pulled away from the hug (eddie pouted slightly though he ignored it), and placed his hands on either side of eddie’s face so he’d have no choice but to look at him.
“listen shitface,” eddie mumbled something about that being a super romantic choice of words but richie tapped his jaw with his thumb and effectively silenced him. “first of all, you’re not fucking sensitive. you’ve been through a lot of shit and it’s normal to have reactions like this, even a while after it’s happened. maybe i did need reminding, but that one’s on me. i should have remembered what day it was since it’s important to you,” richie didn’t remove his hands from eddie’s cheeks as he spoke, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against his cheekbones which eddie was grateful for. “and you were with myra for years, man, it’s normal for stuff like that to stick. but i’ll never be mad enough at you to make you sleep on the couch. if it gets that bad i’ll sleep there myself. but i doubt it will. i’m sorry for shouting at you earlier.”
eddie nodded his head slowly as he watched richie’s face, set with seriousness. he can’t remember the last time richie spoke for so long without cracking a joke or even a smile. he took a moment to process his words as he tilted his head enough to lean into one of richie’s hands. he was pretty sure that they both knew that his feelings over his mother and myra wouldn’t just go away with one conversation, but for that moment it was enough to settle him for the night. he and richie were okay, and that was enough for eddie.
“thank you rich,” he spoke softly as he nodded again, and lifted one of his hands to rest over one of richie’s. “sorry for shouting at you, too.”
richie nodded, a brief smile on his face before he used the placement of his hands on eddie’s cheeks to pull him in to kiss him.
if eddie wasn’t relaxed before he did then, sinking into richie’s touch with a hand on his chest. the kiss was sweet, and said nothing more than how much richie loved him. eddie allowed himself to smile slightly against richie’s lips, feeling thankful that he was with the most amazing person in the world. life couldn’t get better than it was when he was with richie; and when he was with richie it was the best.
richie pulled back from eddie and removed his hands to his cheeks, only to nudge his arm as he yawned. “can we get back into bed now?” he complained, and eddie had to smile a little more at that. richie always worked so hard that he usually ended up falling asleep straight away every night. on the rare times he ended up staying up past midnight, he got noticeably tired and sleepy, like a toddler refusing to go to bed.
“yeah, sorry old man i know it’s past your bed time.”
richie snorted and gently shoved eddie’s arm before he walked back around to his side of the bed to climb into it. they both got in on their respective sides though met in the middle; richie had his arm underneath eddie’s pillow to hold him closer, and the latter had tucked his arm over richie’s stomach to hold onto him.
“eddie?” he hummed in response to hearing his name and looked up to meet richie’s gaze, seeing his eyes without his glasses in the way. “i love you.”
“i love you too, richie-“
“not as much as i love your mom, though, but second place is still pretty good.”
despite the earlier argument eddie chuckled at the joke, groaning as he lightly smacked his chest. “and the moment’s ruined. asshole.” he mumbled, and heard richie’s chuckle through his chest as more of a deep rumble than anything.
eddie let his eyes close again as richie rubbed his free hand up and down eddie’s arm, his fingers gently grazing his skin which conveyed just enough comfort to let eddie start to doze off. in the hazy state between being not-so-awake though not-so-asleep he could feel richie press a kiss to the crown of his head, which supplied him with just enough content to drift off to sleep completely.
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I Pine for You
By Car, T, 5521 words, reddie
"Eddie Spaghetti!" Went cheered, lifting his spiked hot chocolate in greeting. "No Sonia again this year?" he asked like it was a surprise, and Eddie smiled in relief that Richie's parents were willing to play along once again.
"Nope, just me," he said with a shrug, blushing adorably as Maggie tisked and pulled an extra wool knit hat out of her purse to plop onto Eddie's windswept hair. A matching pair of mittens and an extra travel mug of hot chocolate came next, and Eddie juggled the mug to slip on the mittens over his shivery hands. "Ma didn't want to deal with the cold, or the crowd."
"Don't blame her for that," Went drawled, grinning as Maggie whacked him lightly in the shoulder.
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I have a headcannon that Richie and Eddie's engagement photos are recreation photos from their childhood as well as wedding pictures because you know the rest of the losers will be the wedding party
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part 6 will be posted wednesday! i’m so excited for u guys to see it. it’s the longest part by one whole minute! 2 min and 40 seconds long, 28% of the storyboard’s total length so far, and making the total time of the storyboard surpass the 10 min mark!
i’m so excited for u guys to see it. it has been my life for the past two months. i really hope u enjoy it.
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how about richie's birthday and he blows out his candles making a wish that eddie would kiss him
(Send me birthday themed prompts; smut and fluff welcome.)
What sweethearts, awe! Since you didn’t specify if you wanted fluff or smut this one will be purely fluff, hope you enjoy. :’)
Richie Tozier had been on this earth for seventeen years, and he had made the same birthday wish for the last ten of them. It doesn’t matter that he was too young to fully understand what it meant to be in love at the ripe age of seven, he knew deep in his heart that he wanted to kiss his best friend.
Some things have changed, however. Kissing didn’t mean the same thing now than it did when he was seven. While his thoughts had started out with images of cheek kisses and long hugs on the playground, the years had matured his pining appropriately.
So as he took in a deep breath, steeling himself to blow out the candles on the shoddy cake-attempt his friends had lugged to his house on this Saturday afternoon, only one face flashed in his mind.
I wish Eddie would kiss me.
He opened his eyes and they locked with the same face sitting across the table, a cheery smile staring back at Richie’s dumbfounded one.
“Did you forget the next step, dumbass?” Beverly’s voice broke through Richie’s bubble, sending the world back into regular orbit.
“I was just building up the anticipation before performing my blow job, Beverly.” Richie recovered. He pursed his lips and blew the candles out in one breath. Half hearted cheers rung out around him and he couldn’t help but notice the way Eddie’s face flushed even as he rolled his eyes.
“Who wants the f-f-first piece?” Bill asked, leaning forward and cutting into the cake with the dull side of a spatula. The icing crumbled apart in chunks and scattered across the table.
“Not it.” Stan quipped, shooting his hand up to touch a finger to his nose.
“Stan, you made the cake.” Beverly retorted.
“Yes, and that is why I can confidently say it is not edible.”
“You made me a non-edible cake for my birthday?” Richie cocked his eyebrow, staring down at it as if it had offended him.
“You’re welcome.” Stan nodded.
“Well... if it’s not edible...” Richie didn’t think twice before shoving his hand down into the cake and grabbing a handful of its filling. The world moved in slow motion for the next second; Richie could hear his friends yelling, saw as Ben grabbed Beverly and moved her out of the range of impact and Mike dove on to his stomach, but his mind was focused on one thing and one thing only.
Richie’s palm made impact with Eddie’s face as it smeared cake across his skin, frosting and filling melding together to coat freckled features in muck. Richie only had a second to recover before short limbs were attacking him, knocking him to the ground and using their surprising force to climb atop Richie and pin him down like a starfish. Eddie barked out orders and the other Losers complied, grabbing the cake and shuffling over to help Eddie exact his revenge.
By the time they were done, Richie was covered in cake from the top of his head to his collarbones. He was pleading for mercy, bucking his hips like he was a bull trying to throw Eddie off (which was half-way true). Finally, small hands detached from Richie’s wrists and he was able to properly buck Eddie to the ground.
“You got icing in my hair.” Eddie pouted once everyone’s laughter died down.
“Sorry spaghetti man, but if it’s any consolation I probably have icing in my pubic hair after the beating I just got.”
“No one would ever willingly go near your pubic hair, Richie.” Stan deadpanned.
“Speak for yourself, Staniel. Mrs. Kaspbrak happens to love my pubic hair, says it makes me look like a man of the 70s.”
“Fucking gross, Rich.” Eddie slapped his arm lightly and pushed himself up off the ground. “I need to shower. Please tell me you own something other than two in one shampoo and conditioner.”
“So you want me to lie to you?”
“Dear god someone help this man.” Mike mumbled, helping Stan up off the floor.
“My mom might have something up to your standards.” Richie offered, standing up and brushing the stray crumbs off of his shirt. “Follow me.”
They left the rest of the Losers downstairs as they wandered down the hall to Richie’s bathroom.
It was a small room consisting of only a toilet, a shower bath, and the tiniest sliver of sink they could fit into such a tight space. As it were, having two people in the room was a tight squeeze, but Richie never minded when it was Eddie.
Eddie sat on the sink as Richie pushed the shower curtain aside, searching the array of bottles for something Eddie could use to wash up. He whistled absently, some tune too unfamiliar to place but just familiar enough to warm the atmosphere until Richie finally found what he was looking for.
“Ah-ha! Here we go.” Richie turned on his heels and handed the pink bottle to Eddie, whose eyebrows raised as he read the label.
“This is bubble bath.”
“It’s strawberry scented.” Richie offered.
“It’s bubble bath.” Eddie repeated slowly, as if Richie hadn’t quite understood him the first time.
“Isn’t all soap the same?”
“Hopelessly in love.”
Richie’s stared at Eddie in horror as he realized what he’d said. It had been a joke, or at least, it had meant to be one, but the truth was too palpable and it cut right through any humor that tried to soften it.
“THAT WAS A JOKE, RELAX EDS.”
“NO I’M NOT, YOU’RE YELLING.”
Silence stretched out between them as Richie’s heart threatened to break through his ribcage and pull an Alien. It took everything in him not to physically run out of the room, but something in Eddie’s gaze glued him in place.
“You’ve got a dumb way of professing your feelings for people.”
“You’ve told all of our friends about it, how did you not expect it to get back to me?” A smirked played across Eddie’s lips, triumphant, almost.
“Those sons of bitches.” Richie muttered, deflating slightly.
“Richie, you know you’re an idiot right?”
“Yeah yeah, I get it.”
“No, you don’t.”
Richie looked up from the spot he’d been focusing on on the floor, meeting wide brown eyes and an unwavering smile. Eddie reached forward and pulled Richie in between his knees.
“You don’t get it.” Eddie repeated, hushed.
He leaned up and closed the distance between them, slotting plush lips against Richie’s own slightly chapped ones. The kiss was chaste, quick to come and quick to go, but electrifying nonetheless.
Richie blinked down at Eddie in an absolute haze, his brain stuttering to keep up with the changes happening.
“Do you get it now?” Eddie asked, a bit of a shyer tone accompanying his question.
“I’m not sure, let me just-” Richie swooped in then, grabbing Eddie’s face and pulling him impossibly closer as he kissed the life out of him. This time things were drawn out, slower and more heated. Eddie’s arms came to clutch at Richie’s, holding on to him tightly as Richie nearly pulled him off the small section of sink he was sat on.
When they finally pulled away they were both breathing heavy, silent as they let the weight of everything settle. Richie was the first one to speak.
“That was kinda gross, huh?”
“We probably should have washed the cake off first.”
“What did Stanley even use to make it taste like that?”
“Our first kiss will forever be tinged with the flavor of dog shit.”
“I’m going to leave an angry yelp review.”
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