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ollierachnid · 2 years
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[In Kevan Brighting's voice] my figley wiggly
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reddie-fangirl24 · 3 years
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The Wedding Date (A Reddie Crossover)
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Richie could not believe it. His little sister was married. After a moment of hesitation on whether or not she was ready to get married, Richie convinced her - with help from Eddie luckily. To think this morning Richie sought nothing about love. And yet in so little time he actually felt like he was falling for Eddie. 
All this was supposed to be a facade so he’d get his sister to stop nagging him. But as he was holding Eddie’s hand throughout the entire ceremony, Richie slowly crawled back into that annoying turtle shell of his and shoved his hands inside his pockets. 
To get away from all the festivities for a bit, Eddie and Richie explored the house. Eddie liked to talk. The moment he showed up he was blabbing his ear off. At first, Richie didn’t pay much attention to him, but upon listening to him talk more about his overbearing mother and this awful woman, Myra he was set to marry, Richie felt bad for him. For most of his life, Richie was alone. Despite being with someone, Eddie felt alone, too. 
Finally, they showed up in his parent’s bedroom. Richie would have taken Eddie to his old bedroom but his parents turned it into a regular guest bedroom since he moved out when he was eighteen. He wondered what Eddie would have thought of all the posters of comedians that he had on the walls along with the wacky wallpaper design he chose. 
If he was lucky, maybe he could get him to come back to his apartment. What? In L.A?? They were in Maine, and Eddie lived in New York. That was only in his dreams. 
Just like that, they flopped down on the bed in humorous positions. Weddings were exhausting.
For a few minutes, neither spoke, each dwelling in their own thoughts. Richie wondered if Eddie was aware of how close they were to cuddling. He wasn’t used to physical affection like a simple pat on the back. Just the thought of cuddling up with Eddie right now made Richie’s heart race. Did all this really have to end in a half-hour when he and Stanley would get in the car and drive away - back to L.A., the other side of the country? 
“I feel like I have been talking the whole time,” Eddie said, interrupting the silence.
“Huh? What?” Richie asked coming out of his thoughts. He’d been staring at a crack on the ceiling. How long had that been there for?
Eddie turned so he could face him more. There was that sad look in his eyes once again. It was oh so reminiscent of looking at himself in the mirror.
“I feel like I barely know you.”
“What? My boisterous attitude wasn’t enough?” Richie joked, propping himself up on the bed with one elbow.
Eddie stared into his eyes, searching for answers as time was running out. “Tell me fun facts about you.”
“Uh... well, I’m a comedian.”
“I can tell.”
“No, I mean that I am an actual comedian!”
“Like that’s not obvious, I’ve seen you on TV,” Eddie told him, scoffing.
Richie raised his eyebrow, surprised. “You have? Why didn’t you say so?”
“Because I didn’t know if you wanted to talk about that. I like your work.”
Feeling his insides explode from cuteness overload, Richie felt humbled by the compliment. He always worried that he wasn’t doing something right like other comedians. But they all had their own technique, right?
“Do you have any more fun facts about yourself, or you just boring?” Eddie asked with a smirk. He could just feel his warm breath in his face. Sarcasm was their main language. He never thought he would meet someone who shared that in common with him.
“I’m allergic to fabric softener.”
Eddie’s eyes bulged. “What?! Then why are we sitting here? You need to get off the bed before your throat closes up and then you pass out and then we have to take you -”
“Hey, Eds, calm down! I was just messing with you!” Richie told him, waving a handout. He knew he shouldn’t have said that. His breathing was rapid. Eddie took out his inhaler and took a puff. 
Richie creased his eyebrow at him. Although Eddie told him that he had asthma, there was something strange about that. The way he choked on his breath reminded him of when he’d get overwhelmed. Eddie never needed the inhaler when he ran. It was only when he was startled.
Not amused at all, Eddie’s whole face flushed red. “You should never joke about medical allergies, Richie!”
“Gee, I know that know,” Richie lightly rolled his eyes.
“You are so infuriating!” Eddie crossed his arms, sulking.
“Well, that’s another fact about me!” Richie laughed. Sensing that he ruined the moment because Eddie had his back to him, he mellowed down. “I’m sorry.”
“Really?”
“I don’t like it when people are mad at me,” Richie told him sincerely, lightly placing his hand on his shoulder.
Eddie turned around, raising a skeptical eyebrow. “Seriously? ‘Cause that’s kind of a part of your nature as a comedian.”
“Hey, who says I’m like everyone else? I like to have quiet time whenever I get the chance.”
“You? Quiet time?” Eddie snorted. Embarrassed, his cheeks went red. Richie laughed at the sound, making Eddie join in.
“What’s so funny about that?” he smirked at him as he continued to giggle.
“Because you, Richie Tozier, I cannot see you having a quiet moment in your life!” Eddie poked him in the shoulder. Here’s the side of Eddie that Richie liked. That side was kept repressed. He was fighting to escape so he could live the life that he always wanted. Then again, what was he thinking?
“What do you do on nights you have to yourself?” Eddie asked intrigued, crossing his legs on the bed. Faintly, Richie could hear voices from downstairs. His sister was very excited, laughing. It was his sisters day. Let her have all the attention. He didn’t want to miss her going off in that limo with her new husband.
“I like to cook pasta and sit on my deck,” Richie explained. “Sometimes I think up routines, I read...”
“You read?” Eddie beamed.
“No, Edward Spaghetti, I tare out the pages and throw them to the birds! ‘Course I read!”
“Don’t you fucking call me that!” Eddie warned, though the threat was ruined by a smile.
“I’ve been calling you that and Eds all day. Admit it, you like it!”
They laughed for a bit. This was the most Richie laughed for some time. He felt this feeling that he couldn’t come up with the words to describe it. Yes, he was happy. But his insides felt warm.
Feeling something buzz, Eddie checked his phone. His smile immediately faded. “My ride is going to be here in about fifteen minutes.”
And just like that, Richie’s heart fell into his stomach. He didn’t want this day to end. For some reason, he felt like all this was meant to happen. His sister always said that which annoyed him. All he wanted was to see him happy. She understood him better than their parents, well mainly his dad. But maybe this time he shouldn’t let this opportunity go. 
“Eddie,” Richie said, using Eddie’s real name instead of a nickname for the first time that day. Even Eddie was surprised. Feeling his mouth dry up, Richie’s stomach turned. Great, the nerves were going to mess this up for him. “... Do you have to go?”
“Well, yeah, I have to catch the train,” he said, his nose turning up at the thought.
Spotting his hand right there on the bed, Richie touched it. The touch caught Eddie’s attention. He was a bit alarmed. But he didn’t take his hand away.
“What if you didn’t go back?”
“Richie, I have a life in New York. And... I’m engaged.”
“To some woman who you don’t want to marry,” Richie pointed out.
Eddie looked like he was going to disagree, but he was quiet. “It’s not that simple.”
Okay, here it goes. “I think I’d miss you even if we never met.”
The other man was touched by the comment, holding his hand a little tighter. “Aw, Rich. I hate to say it, but me too.”
Feeling a magnet drawing them in, they stared into one anothers eyes, at how close they were to touching. Eddie’s breath was enough to make him go wild. None of them knew who started the fierce makeout session, but they dove into the bed in a matter of seconds with Richie lying on top of Eddie. His lips were soft, like a pillow as Richie planted kisses all around his face. Their tongues mixed around in delight as Eddie wrapped his hand around Richie’s neck, pulling him closer. 
As they moaned and kissed more Richie stopped when his hand was about to loosen Eddie’s belt buckle. Time stopped. No, he wasn’t... realizing that he was in the awful town he grew up in, Richie panicked jumping away from the bed.
Eddie was alarmed too, finally realizing what had happened. He was so lost in the moment. This never happened. But he was more concerned about Richie. “Are you okay?”
Nervously tangling his fingers through his hair, Richie didn’t look at him. “Y-You’re right.”
“What are you talking about?” Eddie asked trying to reach out and touch him. He was scared that it was him. Myra was not interested in a sexual relationship. But he wanted one. And this... it felt right.
Trying to fix himself up as best as he could, including his wild hair, Richie raced to the door leading out of the bedroom. Don’t look up at him, Richie told himself feeling his heart cracking in two.
“You’re right. You do have a life,” he uttered brokenly.
Going to argue with him, that was true. What would his mother think of him cheating. On a man. And he could never do that to her. But all of this felt so right. Like it was meant to be.
Richie opened the door and left. “Nice meeting you, Eddie.”
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