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The Prom| Reddie fic

Summary: The Losers Club enjoying The Prom, everyone being a matching couple goals and Richie and Eddie melting in each other’s arms.

Word Count: 1454

I DIDN’T PROOFREAD IT SO THERE CAN BE SOME MISTAKES THAT I WILL CORRECT ASAP 

A/N: They are all aged up, don’t you worry your pretty heads :) I hope you will enjoy it, let me know what you think!!!

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  Eddie stood in front of a full-length mirror in his room, looking skeptically at his reflection. He was wearing black suit pants, a light pink shirt and a matching, few shades darker bow. He had suspenders too with little white dots prepped over them, the same pattern as on his socks. His hair was carefully styled with some product Beverly had given him earlier that day. It made them even more curly than usually and a bit softer too. Eddie took a tight hold of his suspenders, bit his lip covered with strawberry chapstick and cocked his head to the side. He looked good, he had to admit it and because of that realization a big, goofy grip spread across his face and a rosy shade of pink dusted his cheeks.

  It was night of The Prom. It was first school dance that Eddie had an honor, or maybe a duty, of attending to. Years before he was a closeted, shy, not-so-good-dressed-kid with fanny pack full of useless medicine. He had never even wanted to do something like that- dress fancy, get picked up by his boyfriend (Oh my, it sounded surreal) and spend the whole night dancing and singing and just having fun. It was different this year though.

  Four weeks before, when The Prom had been announced, his boyfriend Richie Tozier asked him to be his official date to it. It wasn’t just a question though, oh god no. It was Richie standing in front of the school by his motorcycle with bouquet of one hundred fucking daisies, a shy smile on his face and big, no, enormous sing held by their friends with “Eddie, will you be the sauce to my spaghetti and come to prom with me?”. (To which he replied “You are lucky I love you Richard, yes I will”)

  He smiled fondly at the memory and looked over at the remains of bouquet sitting in a vase on his desk. He felt really nervous, his hands sweating and chest heaving up a bit faster than usually, but he didn’t have time to panic because suddenly someone knocked really loudly to the front door and he was off. Eddie skipped some of the stairs on his way downstairs and sprinted to open the door before his mother could even stand up from her place in front of TV. He took one last, quick breath and pulled the wooden barrier separating him from the quest open.

  Richie was wearing tight, polka dotted suit pants, matching blazer and a pink shirt, a bit lighter than Eddie’s but still composing with it just great. He also had his contacts in and his hair was a bit less messy than usual, still curly and full of volume but a bit tamed. He didn’t have a tie or a bow and three top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned but he still looked formal and beautiful and sexy as fuck. He was looking at Eddie the same way Eddie was probably looking at him- eyes full of awe, jaw hanging low and his face scrunched up in a expression that could be only described as lovesick.

-What’s cookin’ good lookin’?- he asked, leaning against the doorway in the process. Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes.- You look stunning Eddie- he said, this time tone of his voice serious, a bit dreamy and so full of happiness that Eddie had to stop the bubbling laugh from exploding out of him.

-Did you see yourself, gorgeous?- the shorter boy answered smugly and leaned in a bit to quickly press a kiss to his cheek. Richie was a bit dumbfounded, a dark blush creeping onto his cheeks making him chuckle and duck his head a bit.- I’m going Ma’! Don’t wait up!- was all he said before putting on fancy shoes and slamming the door shut.

  The Prom took place on their gymnasium but the decorating crew, with Ben, Beverly and Stan in charge, had done a marvelous job. The theme was basically “The Prom” which meant all of the cheesy decorations- golden balloons on the floor, ribbons and glitter everywhere- and it all looked so, so good.

  Eddie and Richie entered the room and they were instantly greeted by smiling Losers cornered next to a big bowl of sweet-smelling punch. Stan was wearing a baby blue suit with darker tie covered in little roses, Mike matching him with a blue shirt and black trousers, his suit jacket carefully folded on a chair next to them. Beverly wore a nice, emerald dress with low cut back and triangular holed cut on the waist. She had a pair of black high heels what made her taller than Stan who looked at her with squinted eyes. Bill wore a white shirt which collar and endings of sleeves were emerald with a graphic of different flowers and simple, black suit pants. Ben wore a nice, red suit with golden buttons and a white shirt underneath, nicely matching his dates dress. They were a bunch of colorful kids laughing and clapping as Richie and Eddie came a bit closer and everyone could see how corresponding their outfits were, too.

-You guys, we are all couple goals- Beverly said in a voice of a cliché high school girl and everyone laughed loudly. There was some nice, lively music playing in the background but they just chatted a bit and then took places around one of the tables.

  Richie was constantly looking at Eddie, observing how tight his shirt was in all the right places, how nicely it hugged his slim body and complimented his skin tone. He loved the way Eddie seemed to glow in the dimmed light and how giddily he acted. Richie couldn’t help the longing feeling and pure need to kiss his boyfriend so when Eddie stopped talking, Richie quickly turned the boy’s face around and planted a sweet, deep kiss on his strawberry-tasting lips. The smaller boy seemed a bit taken aback but he composed himself and pecked the tip of Richie’s nose in response.

-Gloria! Don’t you think you’re fallin’?!- everyone shouted over the loudly playing music. An hour had passed and the dancing started when “Take on me” started playing, following a loud gasp out of Bev’s and Stan’s mouths and they rushed to the dancefloor, taking Eddie with them. They all jumped and tried to dance but they were just a mess of limbs and only Beverly seemed to know some normal moves, she had quickly abandoned them though and settled for doing “the window wiper” with her boys.

  No so long after “Take on me” they played “Should I Stay or Should I Go” and that brought Richie on the dancefloor. The rest of the boys joined them a bit later but after an hour they were all dancing together, swirling one another and singing terribly, not caring about the weir glances they received. It was all perfect, Eddie’s back was pressed against Richie’s front, his boyfriend’s arm loosely hugging his waist and swaying them to the music, sometimes pumping his fist in the air while shouting out the lyrics. Then “Ain’t no mountain high enough” started playing and Richie inhaled sharply, quickly grabbed Eddie’s hand and spun him around and pressed him back into his chest, facing his beautiful boy with sparkly eyes and flushed cheeks.

-Dance with me- he whispered while looking straight into Eddie’s eyes and putting a lock of hair behind his ear. Eddie clutched tightly onto his shirt and nodded in response.

  They moved, leaving their friends behind and embraced each other. Richie was smiling, his expression so different from usual sassiness, now with soft eyes looking at Eddie like he was the best thing that happened in his life. And maybe it was exactly the reason.

-You are staring, creep- Eddie whispered and Richie responded with a snort. He shook his head and ducked a bit to whisper back to his boy’s ear.

-You are just too perfect for me not to stare, Eds- and Eddie thought he was going to die on the spot. He felt a delicious shiver run down his back and fought the urge of throwing himself on Richie. Instead he kissed him, slowly, pouring all his love into the kiss and smiling widely afterwards.

-I love you Richie, so, so much.

  And after that Richie didn’t have to answer, he just kissed him again like there was no tomorrow and they ended up swaying in the back of the gymnasium to the “Forever Young” playing in the background, sweet nothing whispered into each other’s ears, kisses prepped all over their faces and happiness bubbling inside their chests. And yeah, it was The Prom.

[coolkidcorbyn]

How about like a sleepy eddie where Eddie is SUCH. A heavy. Sleeper. Like he could sleep through a fucking volcano and Richie’s just trying to wake him up with kisses but Eddie isn’t waking up and just cute fluff where Eddie doesn’t want to wake up so he just covers his eyes and he just refuses to get up

hi love!! thanks for requesting :)

eddie + richie were at the tozier’s house, watching a movie

it was super late 

eddie evidently fell asleep 

the movie ended + richie went to wake eddie up

BUT HE WOULDN’T GET UP

like at all

richie kept trying to wake him up

he tried nudging him 

and when that didn’t work, he tried more vigorously 

he still wouldn’t get up

he tried showering him with kisses

still no luck

eddie just rubbed his eyes sleepily + readjusted his position on the couch

richie smiled + shook his head 

grabbed the nearest blanket + tucked his boyfriend in

[gaystuartlittle]

4 for the cute one like prompts thing for reddie but like. stan is there too bc hes richies best friend and i miss him dearly and im an wrekc

4. “I said no more dogs, and what did you do?! GOT ANOTHER FREAKING DOG”

Rating: T (for language - this is pure fluff) Words: 1000

Richie was giddy as he walked into the adoption shelter, Stan on his heels trying to stop him. 

“Richie, I swear to God, Eddie is going to kill you. Like, he is actually going to kill you. You guys already have two dogs!”

Richie stopped and turned to face Stan, putting on his best puppy dog eyes and saying, “But look at all these poor little puppers stuck here without a home, while we have a perfectly loving and warm home waiting for them!" 

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come on eddie (reddie fic)

Tuesday

Richie felt like the only one in the grade who wasn’t freaking out over the End of Middle School Dance.

So what? He thought. Who wants to spend their Friday night in a stuffy gymnasium full of hormonal teenagers drinking possibly contaminated punch and engaging in reckless acts of PDA?

Unfortunately for Richie, his boyfriend, Eddie, felt differently. Eddie was on the student counsel, and therefore required to go to the dance, and he refused to go alone. And when Richie tried to explain that he already had plans with a bag of chips and the arcade, Eddie simply rolled his eyes. It was when Eddie grabbed Richie’s sleeve, looked up into his eyes, stuck out his lower lip, and said, “please, Richie,” that Richie knew that he was going to have to join the ranks of his classmates in going to the Dance. After all, Eddie was so fucking cute that he found it hard to say no to him. Especially when puppy eyes were involved.

Bill laughed as Richie recounted the tale during Tuesday night band practise in Bill’s garage. Their band was called The Losers Club and it was kind of terrible. Richie knew it had the potential to be great, but they spent most of their practises listening to Bill ranting about Stan’s eyes instead of actually, you know, practising. Bev played electric guitar, Mike played violin, Bill played piano, Ben played drums, and Richie was the lead singer. Bev and Ben also did backup vocals. Stan called himself the manager, which just meant he didn’t attend any practises or actually do anything but still got a hypothetical 20% of their hypothetical profits.

“Hey, maybe we should perform at the dance!” Ben said, and Richie snapped out of his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Th-that’s right,” Bill said. “The f-f-flyer said that they w-were taking applic-c-cations for students to p-perform during the d-d-dance.”

Richie snorted. “Guys, we’re not good enough.”

“Oh, because the standards of a middle school dance are so high,” Mike retorted. Then, turning to Ben, he said, “I think it’s a good idea. We’d have to work harder, but it could be fun.”

“I’m in,” Bev said brightly. “Come on, let’s do play some songs and at the end, vote on whether or not we should apply.”

“Fine,” Richie grumbled. He couldn’t help but get a little excited at the thought of singing for the entire grade, but he ignored it and set up the shitty microphone they had. Mike grabbed his violin, Ben situated himself in front of the drum set, Bill turned on his keyboard, and Bev slung her guitar over her shoulder—and the next morning, they sent Unofficial Manager Stan to the principal’s office, and he returned with the information that the rookie band known as The Losers Club would play at the dance.

Friday

By the time school let out on Friday, Richie began to realise that maybe they hadn’t really thought this through.

Not the band part. They had practised every day that week, and Richie thought they sounded great.

What Richie was worried about was going with Eddie.

Richie loved Eddie. Richie would tell you that. Eddie would tell you that. Anyone who had ever watched Richie and Eddie talk to eachother would tell you that. The problem was that Derry was not by any means an accepting town, and Richie could only imagine what would happen to him, and more importantly, to Eddie, if they went openly together. He briefly visualised everyone gawking at them, and the bullying that would follow them for long after the dance.

He didn’t say any of this to Eddie. And on Friday night, when Richie put on a yellow sweater, gelled back his long curly hair, and biked to Eddie’s house, he almost didn’t care. Because Eddie Kaspbrak was the kind of adorable, sweet, beautiful boy that made Richie not care much about anything else at all. Eddie opened the door at the first knock, looking absolutely lovely in a pastel blue button up shirt and jeans. After quickly checking to make sure that Eddie’s mom wasn’t looking, Richie put his palms on Eddie’s cheeks and quickly but thoroughly kissed him full on the mouth, leaving Eddie giggling in shock against Richie’s lips. “Hi,” Eddie mumbled bashfully, and Richie smirked.

“You’re adorable,” he said, because it was undeniably true. Eddie blushed, pushed Richie lightly, and said, “Let’s go, loser.”

“That’s a funny way of pronouncing ‘awesome and incredibly sexy love of my life’,” Richie responded, getting onto his bike, and Eddie rolled his eyes and hopped on the back of the bike, putting his arms securely around Richie’s waist to hold on.

“If you crash this thing, I’m telling my mom not to let you come to my funeral,” Eddie shouted as they sped towards the school, but Richie could barely hear him over the wind whipping in his ears.

When they arrived, they jumped off Richie’s bike, carefully locked it so that it wouldn’t get stolen, and stood outside of the school. They were early, because Eddie, as middle school secretary, had to set up the dance, and Richie and the rest of the band had to set up their instruments. Richie took a deep breath and squeezed Eddie’s hand outside the front door. “I love you,” he murmured, and Eddie leaned into his side.

“I love you too, asshole.”

Richie chuckled. “I don’t think the ‘asshole’ part was necessarily, but thanks anyway.” Then he was silent again. “You know we can’t—“ he paused, struggling to find the words. “You know we can’t be too obvious.”

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed. “I know.”

“Hey,” Richie said tenderly, putting a calloused hand under Eddie’s chin and lifting it so Eddie was looking at him. “I’m really sorry. I want to. So badly. To be able to kiss you in front of that room of people, let all of them know you’re mine.”

Eddie was quiet for a bit. Then, taking Richie completely by surprise, he put his arms around Richie’s neck and kissed him. “I’m yours,” he whispered, before abruptly letting go of him, turning on his heel, opening the door, and skipping into the school, leaving Richie behind with a dumb smile on his face.

———

They opened with a crowd pleaser. David Bowie was always a good way to kick off any event, in Richie Tozier’s humble opinion, and dances where no exception.

“Didn’t know what time it was the lights were low, I leaned back on my radio,” Richie began in a low, husky voice, feeling the adrenaline build in his system as they grow closer to the chorus. Bill’s fingers gliding flawlessly over the piano keys as Bev harmonised in the background, and Richie jumped in place a bit as he belted out the chorus.

“There’s a starman waiting in the sky,

He’d like to come and meet us

But he think’s he’d blow our minds

There’s a starman waiting in the sky,

He’s told us not to blow it

Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile.

He told me

Let the children lose it

Let the children use it

Let all the children boogie”.

Between songs, Richie found himself looking at the ground and just smiling out at the gymnasium full of kids. They were really good, they had to be, because all of their classmates who generally hate them are cheering and singing along. They got through some Cyndi Lauper (Eddie insisted), and Africa by Toto, Take on Me, and a few more high energy songs that everyone seemed to enjoy.

Finally, they got to the second to last (and frankly, Richie’s favourite) song on the setlist. Richie grabbed the microphone, searching the crowd for Eddie. When he found him, they made brief eye contact, Richie raised his eyebrows and laughed slightly as he said, “So, this song is for a special someone in the audience,” he paused, grinning at the blush on Eddie’s face, “And without further ado,” he turned around to the other losers, “Hit it, Mike!”

Mike began playing the opening part of the song on his violin. Then, Ben came in with a hypnotising drum beat, and Bev’s guitar joined, and then it was Richie’s turn.

“Come on Eileen!” He sang dynamically, before repeating the same verse, “Come on Eileen!” He caught Eddie’s eye again, winked, and threw himself into his performance.

———

“So,” Richie drawled as he and Eddie exited the school, glasses slightly askew and hair a sweaty mess, “Was I good? Am I the hot punk-rocker boyfriend you’ve always wanted?”

“You were great,” Eddie said seriously, and Richie smiled down at him. He noted that they’re alone, he noted that he’s had a hell of a day, and he noted that Eddie was directly in front of him, looking cute as always and extremely kissable. He didn’t question his instincts, just leaned forward and kissed Eddie, intertwining their hands. When they pulled away, he twirled Eddie, waltzing clumsily in the dark.

“Come on Eddie,” Richie sang softly, looking at Eddie in the pale light. “Oh, I swear what he means, in this moment, you mean everything.”

Eddie just rolled his eyes and kissed Richie again.

[beepbeepprichieee]

Even sock puppet me is helplessly in love with you

Hi! I’m back! So um yeah here’s this sorry it kinda sucks. Ps I’m working on some good stuff that I will talk about later! Okay enjoy this garbage.

Prompt: Eddie finds brownies and thinks they are for him so he eats one and haha jokes on you they are actually weed brownies and when h finds out he kind of gets a little freaked out but Richie helps him okay I’m sorry :)

Word count: 1,867

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Eddie was completely exhausted. He had just gotten off work and it was 10:30. He just wanted to go home, watch a nice movie, eat some snacks, and see Richie. But of course since Eddie’s luck is just the best, Richie was working until 11:45 at the Barnes and Nobles down on Witcham street. Eddie hated this. He absolutely hated when one of them worked late, and in all honesty he didn’t have a real reason why. He just wanted to see his boyfriend.

He made his way to his car in the back section of the parking lot, keys grasped in one hand and his phone in the other, balancing a bunch of school stuff in his arms. It rained earlier in the day so the ground looked slick and glistened. You could feel the moisture in the air. Pulling open the door, he climbed in and threw his stuff in the passengers seat. A coworker of his was just now exiting the building as he peeled out of his space. His and Richie’s apartment building was only about a mile and a half down the road. They moved in together about a year ago. Eddie was eager and asked him the day before Richie was going to ask. They picked out a nice yet affordable one bedroom, one bath, and one (very small) kitchen apartment right on the outskirts of Derry. Despite being a fully grown adult -21 mind you- Eddie’s mother insisted that he stay very close. She said that if he moved too far from her, then no one would be there to help him if he got hurt.

However, she thought he was just moving in with a college friend to save on some money. But she was very wrong about him needing her. No matter what he would have Richie to take care of him, and Eddie would take care of Richie. He knows he should tell her that this is more then what she thinks. With her not knowing it makes him feel like he is living a lie sometimes but no matter how hard he tries he can’t do it. Every time he even opens his mouth to say the words and telling her, he feels such intense anxiety that he literally can’t let the words leave him. So, as of now his friends know that him and Richie living together is an act of love and that was all.

Eddie pulled into his assigned slot, not seeing Richie’s truck next to him which he expected but still felt some disappointment.

“Stupid.” He murmured to himself as he cut the engine and got out of the car. He made his way up the stairs to apartment 7D and fiddled with his keys, trying to grab the correct one for the door. The small boy struggled to balance the school bag and books in his arms while he maneuvered the key in the knobs hole and shoved the front door open. Once Eddie was fully inside with the door shut and all the contents once in his arms now neatly placed on the table by the entrance , he wandered into the kitchen. He was always starving when he got home from work, especially when he worked the late shift. Richie was the opposite, he wasn’t hungry at all, claimed work made him lose his appetite god knows how.

He opened the fridge , scanning its contents greedily, but finding nothing that looked satisfactory to him at the moment. The fridge closed with the clinking of glass hitting, then turned to go to the pantry. Something caught his eye when he moved. On the stove was a blue glass cooking pan filled with delicious looking brownies. Eddie smiled sweetly to himself.

Richie made brownies for me

His grin stretched across his face. He couldn’t contain it the gesture was just so sweet.

God I love him

He took a step towards the white marble countertop, grabbed a brownie out of the pan, and ate the whole thing in one bite. He registered a bit of a weird taste but to be fair, as much as he loved Richie, he wasn’t the best cook.

Still chewing, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to Rich: Thank you for the brownies babe. Ily and I miss you:) see you soon <3

Richie wouldn’t see it until after his shift but Eddie wanted to thank him. Well actually he wanted to hug him but that wasn’t a viable option right now. He went into the living room and laced down on the couch resting for a little bit and catching up on the last episode of Greys anatomy that came in last night.

———————————

Eddie felt…fuzzy. That’s the best and only word he could really think of to describe it. He has been home for maybe an hour -15 more minutes until Richie was off work- and had decided against eating a third brownie because he was trying to watch his figure. Richie disagreed with this-

“I love you the way you are Eds.” Richie moaned from the living room. Eddie was in the kitchen.

“Maybe you do but I want to stay healthy, we won’t be young forever.” He walked back in with 2 glasses of water.

“Maybe not you but I’m immortal, bet your sweet ass I’ll be young and super model hot forever.” He replied with a wink and squeezed Eddie’s waist.

-But Eddie liked the way he looked now and wanted to maintain this image. He checked his phone.

11:50. Shit time went fast

He also had 4 texts from his boyfriend.

Eddie

Are you okay?

I’ll be home soon. Don’t go anywhere ily.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the text. Why was he so concerned? He stood up and immediately fell back down in his spot. He must of been really fucking tired, like new level of exhausted. He felt weird. Once again he stood, much slower this time to keep his balance. His hands were kind of tingly and everything felt dulled and carefree in a way. He made his way around the apartment with absolutely no real destination in mind. Eddie loved this place. He loved the fact that he and Richie have it together. He walked into their bedroom,-The walls are really bright when did they get so bright? they look sorta hazy.-then went into his and Richie’s closet. It was a small walk-in closet. Eddie had insisted it be big enough to fit both of their wardrobes. Richie’s half was on the left and Eddie’s on the right. Eddie lied down on his stomach directly in the middle of the carpet and grabbed the socks bin they shared. He pulled out a pair of long white tube socks and unrolled them onto both of his hands. The socks went up to his elbows. He stared blankly at his sock covered hands and shaped them into sock puppets.

“Hi. I’m Eddie Kaspbrak.” He made the puppet on the right say. Then laughed at himself.

“Hi. I’m Richie Tozier.” The sock puppet on the left said in a slightly deeper voice.

“Wow. It’s nice to meet you.” The sock replied.

“Likewise. Hey guess what Ed’s?”

“What?”

“Your mom.” Real Eddie giggled to himself again.

“Wow I love you. Will you marry me?” Sock Eddie asked

“Of course! You’re so handsome how could I not marry you.” Eddie made the sock puppets kiss while he made ‘Mwah, mwah, mwah’ sounds to go with. He laughed again in between the sounds. He couldn’t stop laughing at himself. A throat cleared behind him.

“Wow. That’s a spot on impression, even sock puppet me is helplessly in love with you.” Eddie slowly turned around onto his back and beamed at the sight of Richie.

“Hi.” He breathed out. “I missed you.” Eddie grabbed Richie’s hand with his own sock covered one and yanked him down on top of him. He squeezed his tall boyfriend in a tight longing hug and wrapped his legs around him like a koala.

“How are you feeling babe? Also what the fuck are you doing. I’m flattered but what the fuck.”

“Mmm I missed you, so I made a sock puppet you and the carpet looked soft so I sat here.” Eddie hummed with his eyes closed and face buried into Richie’s neck.

“Eddie. Those were for me and Bev. They were weed brownies Eddie. I was going to make a regular batch for you later because I know how much you love them.” He kissed the top of Eddie’s forehead. “How many did you eat?”

“Just two.” He said with a soft voice and wide wide eyes. “I’m fine. I think. Oh my fuck that was weed. That was weed. I just thought they were brownies. I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” He sounded nervous and his breathing quickened a bit. Rich kissed his cheeks, then the tip of his nose, then his lips with a worried expression on his face. He should of told Eddie before that they weren’t normal.

“That’s a little much for your first time being high. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked pulling back, concern laced in his tone. He leaned a little closer when Eddie hesitated. Then the small boy laughed under him when Richie’s curls fell onto his face.

“Hehe, that tickles.” He fell back to his anxious expression. “But yeah I’m fine I think…how was work?”

“It was fine. C’mon babe, you should go to sleep. You’ll feel fine once you sleep, here c’mere.” He stood up an tugged Eddie with him. He took off his glasses, then undressed to go to sleep. Eddie just stood there with his eyes shut. “Are you going to get undressed?” Richie asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head at the question.

“Nuhuh. I’m mmmm not sure.” He mumbled. Richie reached for him.

“Here, I’ll help you then.” He pulled Eddie’s shirt over his head, took his pants and socks off, then removed the socks from his hands. “You know,” he began, running his hand through Eddie’s hair and down to hold his face. “Normally this would so much hotter and my dic-“

“Beep beep Rich…” Eddie whispered, falling into Richie’s touch, into the hand resting on his cheek. He pulled Eddie into their bed and kissed his shoulder softly, then the back of his neck a few times.

“Hey Rich?” Eddie asked in the dark.

“Yes, my love?”

“Will I still get some brownies? Not weed brownies but like I just wanted some brownies ya know.” Richie smiled into Eddie’s shoulder.

“Of course, I was going to make you some in the morning before you even asked. I love you.” He kissed the top of his head through his hair and wrapped his arms around Eddie in front of him. “Get some sleep babe.”

“Okay, I love you too. No more unlabeled brownies, okay Rich?” Richie chuckled lightly.

“Okay Eds. You’re fine I got you. Trust me you’re safe with me I promise.”

“I know I am.” And they both fell asleep, warm and content.

[bowieandqueen11]

Richie Tozier Proposal Headcanon

Request: I was wondering if you’d be cool writing a Richie x male reader wedding headcanon or something for a proposal or like whatever youre feeling called inspiration wise cx 

Thank you @goingbacktothegoodolddays​ for the request! I’ve done a Reddie wedding imagine before so I hope you don’t mind a proposal headcanon!

Feel free to read this as Reddie if you’d like!

Whooo boy, to say Richard Trashmouth Tozier was nervous would be doing him a great injustice

The dude was close to collapsing, and his manager could see from the jack and coke he was asking for before the show started that it wasn’t just your everyday stage fright jitters

Sweat was literally dripping down his face and steaming his glasses so badly he had to run into the dingy bathroom and splash water on his face, trying to stop his hands from trembling as they gripped so tightly onto the white basin his knuckles turned white with the effort and he could hear some of the pipework creak.

His boyfriend had finally come along to one of his shows, and so tonight was the night.

He stood there on the stage, in front of the awaiting audience, his glasses sliding down his nose as he gently bumps them back up, mentally preparing himself for the last joke of the night.

As he gripped onto the microphone stand to steady himself, his heart pounded in his head as his brain began to go dizzy and the room began to spin. Leaning his arms down to grip the microphone softly, all he was able to think about was him.

The harsh block lights began to dim slightly, casting shadows over the faces of the tumultuous sea of fans, his raven hair fell slick upon his face, damp with sweat and fear as he shook his head slightly, terrified that the next few minutes, the most important few minutes of his life could go horribly, horribly wrong.

“I asked my husband if I could make fun of him a bit in my show and he said ‘you don’t have the balls’ and obviously he was right but…’

‘I do have the balls to do something else, considering he’s not my husband yet.’

Richie turns to look at him, and as he gazes back, he swears Richie looks younger, the youthful glee reaching his eyes, making them shine like little supernovas as a toothy smile lights up his face and five thin fingers reach out towards him.

The cries from the crowd surround him in a haze, confusing him slightly as his pulse quickens, so unsure of what is going on, that it never enters his head that Richie is crying softly, his arm shaking slightly as he reaches into the back pocket of his blue suit, his lips smiling but twitching slightly in nervousness.

When he finally understands what’s happening, his hand coming up to rest against his heart, Richie falls desperately down onto one knee, hitting the stage floor with a loud thump that silences the room and cracks open the velvet box

‘I-I’ve spent literally years trying to figure out these words, but now that I’m here, the Trashmouth doesn’t know what to say? Isn’t that funny. There’s just too much, my heart is just full with too much to put into words, so I’m only going to say this, will you marry me?’

As he nodded his head, tears brimming hot and heavy in his eyes, Richie exhales a breathless sigh of relief he didn’t know he had been holding, blinking rapidly in reassurance before he lunges towards his fiancee, two strong arms wrapping around their midriff, before his face nestles into his neck, his hands clamped against his waist as if promising he would never let go.

[asthmaqueeneddie]

it is I, the anon who keeps sending requests for hcs, her to request "please don't cry" for reddie (idk if I'm doing this right)

hello old friend how have you been

three word prompt//”please don’t cry”

every friday night since the encounter with It, the losers get together at richie’s house and mindlessly spend time in each other’s company. whether they’re watching TV or listening to music or playing board games, as long as they’re all together they’re at peace. afterwards, eddie always spends the night in the tozier household. 

as the moon settles further into the dark sky, and the weight of eddie’s eyelids gets heavier, the two begin to wind down together. eddie rests his head on his pillow, the one he brought from his own bed at home, and runs his fingers through richie’s knotted locks. richie’s head takes its familiar spot atop the smaller boy’s chest. 

“you ever think about where we’re gonna be after high school?” richie asks, initiating their regular nighttime pillow talk. eddie thinks for a moment before answering. 

“sometimes. i don’t know what i want to do or where i want to go. but i know i want to be with you.” and richie smiles at the sentiment. 

“you think we’re gonna be together for that long?” richie asks, posing another thought-provoking question. 

“i mean….yeah. i hope so, at least. i see us at the same school, going to football games together and maybe sharing a dorm. and then after we would move in together into an apartment that’s way too small. we wouldn’t really have room for a dog but maybe a fish? definitely some cacti. i hope stan and bill live close. ideally, they would live across the hall but that’s pretty improbable.” and there was so much more eddie had all mapped out in his mind. after college, marriage, children. but richie liked to live in the present, he didn’t want to freak him out any more than he might have already had. 

before he could say anything else, he was interrupted by a sniffle. eddie looked down to find richie fervently wiping at his eyes. 

“rich, are you okay?” he asked, moving so he could hold richie’s face in his hands. “oh no baby please don’t cry.” eddie begged, peppering kisses all around his boyfriend’s head. 

richie sniffled again, wiping his eyes once more before he looked at eddie.

“happy tears, eds. I just love you so much.” richie hiccuped. he couldn’t believe that eddie had thought as far into the future as he had. richie sometimes dreamt of his future with eddie but he was never sure how the other boy felt. and now that he knew, an overwhelming sense of relief and happiness washed over him. he hadn’t meant to cry, but he just couldn’t contain himself once the realization hit him that, for once in his life, things might just turn out alright. 

[gaystuartlittle]

You seriously have such a gift with writing!! Your new update was just so fantastic and the image of Eddie kicking Richie out of bed is still haunting me!! Also!!! Stan with hickies!!! And from those Christmas prompts I think mixing 13+25 would be so soft and fun if you wouldn’t mind?

Ahhh!!! I am so sorry it took me so long to write this!! And thank you so so so much!!!

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” & “Tell me what you want for Christmas”

Rating: G (pure fluff buddio) Words: 965

Eddie’s face perked up as his phone started to buzz. It was time for his nightly call with Richie. Ever since the whole… situation in Derry, they’d been talking every night. Richie had helped Eddie through his divorce, and Eddie had been there for Richie as he panicked about coming out. It was all great.

But there were still things left unsaid. Things that lingered on Eddie’s tongue when they said their final goodnight. It was hard, knowing Richie was so far away. He was in New York, Richie was in Los Angeles. But Eddie would take what he could get. He’d take anything if it meant talking to Richie.

“Eddie Spaghetti!” Richie shouted through the phone. Eddie grimaced at the loud volume, but was still happy to hear his voice. 

“Hey, Chee. How was work?" 

"It was alright. Work, ya know. I’m really liking writing my own stuff, though. How about you?”

“Fucking terrible. I don’t know why I don’t just quit. I hate this stupid fucking job almost as much as I hate this stupid fucking loud city.”

There was a comfortable silence while they both thought about the next thing to say. Finally, Eddie piped up.

“So, what are your Christmas plans?”

He heard Richie sigh through the phone. “Oh, probably just getting drunk and eating Chinese food. The usual. You?”

Eddie hesitated. The conversation had been light, but his answer wasn’t. “I honestly don’t know. It’s my first Christmas… alone. And like, I’m glad that it’s not with Myra, but it’s still weird. No family, no friends, nothing. Just me.” Eddie frowned into the phone.

“I’m sorry, Eds. You know I’m always here. I mean, I know I’m several time zones away, but still. I’m always here.” Richie paused. And then, “Tell me what you want for Christmas, Eds. Let me make all your Christmas wishes come true.”

“Honestly?” Eddie asked. He wasn’t sure if he should say you. He didn’t know if that would make things too real.

“Yeah, honestly. No matter what it is, I’ll make it happen.”

“I wanna see you.”

He heard Richie’s breath hitch through the phone. He knew it was probably too much, that he had probably scared him off. But then Richie’s soft voice carried through the phone.

“I wanna see you, too, Eds. I miss you like crazy." 

Eddie smiled. He knew it was improbable, knew that Richie had gigs over the holidays. It’s a popular time for comedy. Eddie guesses it’s because people need a break from their families. Everything was quiet for a while. And then their conversation picked back up, and it was normal. They talked about their days and joked around. Richie tried some new material out on Eddie, and as much as Eddie wanted to criticize it, he couldn’t help but let out an absurdly loud laugh. Richie was the funniest person in the world to Eddie.

—

Weeks passed, and Eddie tried not to think about that conversation. It was Christmas Eve, and he was sitting on his couch alone, uncorked wine bottle in hand. He missed Richie. He always missed Richie. He was contemplating whether watching Richie’s new Netflix special would just make things worse when he heard a knock at the door. His mind immediately flashed to the worst: Myra coming by and being possessive. He dodged all of her calls, so he wouldn’t even know if she tried to tell him she was coming over.

Except when he opened the door, it wasn’t the worst. It was the best. Staring back at him, through thick-rimmed glasses, was Richie, complete with an ugly Christmas sweater and a Santa hat. He had a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a grin on his face.

"What? You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you? Now are you gonna let me in, or just stand there staring at me like you’ve just seen mommy kissing Santa Clause. Which, by the, she did, and-”

Eddie cut him off with a kiss. Partially because he just wanted Richie to shut up, but partially because that was all he wanted at this moment. When they separated, Eddie stepped to the side to let Richie in. But Richie just stood there, dumbfounded. Eddie started to panic.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have just-”

Now it was Richie who cut him off with a kiss. He stepped through the door frame, crowding Eddie’s space and pressing their lips together. His hands came up to cup Eddie’s face, and Eddie sighed into the kiss. When they separated this time, both men were blushing. Eddie didn’t know you could blush so furiously at 40.

“If I had known you wanted to kiss me, I would have flown out here literally months ago,” Richie said breathlessly. Eddie let out a little chuckle. Then Richie extended his arm, holding out a poorly wrapped gift for Eddie.

“Oh, Rich. I didn’t get you anything. I mean, I didn’t know you were coming, but still.”

“It’s alright. That kiss was the best Christmas present I could ask for. It’s way better than this crap,” Richie said, motioning towards the box in his hand. Eddie took it, unwrapping it to find a plane ticket. He looked up at Richie puzzlingly. 

“I figured you could come out to LA. Move, even, if you want. I know you hate it here, and I have an extra room, so.” Richie was shuffling nervously, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets. Eddie just smiled.

“My only complaint there is the extra room. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to share,” Eddie said as he leaned up to press a gentle kiss to Richie’s kiss.

Eddie thought it was pretty safe to say that this Christmas turned out way better than he expected.

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Reddie prompt: Richie gets sick and becomes a totally needy, whiny, insufferable baby.

hi, anon! So, this got super long!!! Why do i keEP DOING THIS

Anyway, very soft teen!reddie

Richie is annoying little shit, but this came out to be a mostly fluffy, sweet fic with a sickly Richie that just wants kisses lmao

Rated: T

TW: sick character, mentions of n/usea, symptoms of germaphobia, lots of food mentions

When Eddie arrives at the Tozier household, no one answers the front door, and he’s a little alarmed to find it unlocked.

He has a cotton mask covering the bottom half of his face, latex gloves on, an assortment of over-the-counter medications, a thermometer, a bag of groceries that will come together in a healing dinner, and a change of clothes, in the event the worst case scenario plays out.

It was during his free period earlier that day that he found Bill, and was able to inquire after Richie - it’s not totally unusual for Richie to run late in the mornings, but he hadn’t shown up at all for their shared Chemistry class, and he worried.

Bill told him that he’d spoken with Richie over the phone just the night before, and knew Richie to be staying at home, sick.

“Why did he tell you, and not me?” Eddie had asked, incited.

“He p-p-prob-probably just d-didn’t want to f-freak you out,” Bill explained, smiling kindly, “None of us c-caught whatever b-b-bug he’s got, b-but, sometimes, when you know someone’s s-sick, you w-worry that you c-contracted it, t-too.”

Eddie frowned, because, while that was true, he didn’t really count Richie among those people - sometimes, if he found out belatedly that someone fell ill after going to dinner with the Losers, he’d panic, and ask everyone to disclose precisely what they ate, and when, to see if he’d possibly eaten contaminated food, too.

Flu season, he barely comes within five feet of anyone in the Losers Club. They all share so much space, and so many objects, it would be a breeding ground for viruses, if their immune systems were even slightly weaker than what they normally are.

And despite Richie’s general lack of hygiene, he’s a healthy young man. Taller than average, for sixteen, and getting stronger, too. Not by much - he’s still lanky, still sort of weedy, but he’s able to help Mike load, and unload deliveries when asked, and his chest and shoulders seem to get broader every day.

“His parents don’t take care of him,” Eddie had told Bill, shaking his head, “He’s probably holed up in his room with a flop sweat, and neither of his parents have ever been bothered to help him. We should go see him.”

“G-Go see him?” Bill asked, alarmed, “I d-don’t mind, b-b-but I thought you’d n-never -”

“He’s sick! Richie’s sick, Bill,” Eddie insisted, thinking Bill was not nearly as upset as he ought to be, “Richie’s sick, and no one’s gonna take care of him, if we don’t.”

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[tinyarmedtrex]

Hi Amelia! For the prompt thing, 50 & 56, obviously reddie ❤

Monse! I have some reddie fluff for you! Hope you like it! <3

“We’d make such a cute couple.” & “Are you flirting with me? ”

Rated G (except for maybe one part?) 

Read on AO3 

Richie threw an arm around Eddie, making the tiny space in the swan feel even smaller. Eddie didn’t know why he agreed to go on the love boat with Richie. It was a terrible idea. They were crammed together in a small boat, floating down a river -Eddie refused to let himself think about how dirty the water was- while cheesy off key music played in the background. Eddie should have refused to get on the ride but Richie gave him his best puppy dog eyes and Eddie had relented. And he regretted it. Richie throwing an arm around him made it even worse. Eddie didn’t want to be close to Richie, not when he was in a constant state of denial about his feelings towards him.

“See Eds, this is fun!” Richie pointed enthusiastically as a cardboard cut out of a heart moved jerkily in front of them.

“So fun.” Eddie deadpanned, trying not to inhale too deeply. The air smelled dank and musty and he was convinced that it could trigger an asthma attack. There was no way this air was clean. No one should be breathing it. 

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[someonetoanyone-deactivated2021]

teen!reddie, Eddie drunkenly confessing

teen!reddie, Eddie drunkenly confessing

TW: Underage drinking

Rated M for teenage grinding

This super got away from me, it’s so fuckin’ long omg i’m so sorry lmao

anyway, here’s some stuff

Richie Tozier is an amalgamation of contradictions, Eddie thinks to himself, winding the beer bottle neck between his fingers as he stares at the stupid R + E carved into the Kissing Bridge.

He always has been - an amalgamation of contradictions, that is.

And Eddie has always loved that about Richie.

His life has always been like that, he guesses - and he does love his life, too.

He has a warm bed to fall into at night, a caring (if small, and overbearing) family, he’s got money enough to play at the arcade, go to the movies on the weekends, eat like shit, and eat well if his body is aching for real nutrition too - most importantly, though, is that Eddie’s got the Losers.

He’s got friends that redefine loyalty, friends that are family, friends that love him, and love each other, and they laugh together, and swim together, study together, play together, work together, bike together, shout nonsensical abuse at each other, and against all odds, they’re all alive, and well.

Eddie knows he’s got a lot to be thankful for, and he’s never been short on gratitude, really.

Gratitude, though, even when it comes easily enough, does not quell the ache of wanting, and there is no ache quite like the one that accompanies wanting something, or someone that one cannot have.

More importantly, though, is that Eddie Kaspbrak will never forgive the universe for conspiring against him this way, that at seventeen, he’s drunk, and sad, and the thing he wants most in the entire fucking world is to kiss Richie Tozier within an inch of his fucking life.

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[gothicwhores-blog1]

can u do a reddie fluff with prompts 7 and 19? that would b fantastic m8 thanks a lot

Richie Tozier was not okay. Sure, everything was going pretty fine in his life, and he was happy, but he was feeling so good that nothing was okay.

Eddie Kaspbrak, the absolute love of the 16 year old trashmouth’s life currently had his fingers tangled into his hair. All ten fingers just twisting up within the messy curls and rubbing into his scalp. It had Richie practically purring and leaning into the smaller boy’s touch.

The two had been best friends for years, but had only been dating for a couple of days. Richie had been the one to confess how he felt for his best friend on the night of Halloween while they were trick-or-treating together and Eddie kept on whining about how cute the couples looked dressed up together and how he didn’t have anyone, but wanted someone.

Richie had accidentally said something along the lines of, “that could be us, but you’re oblivious as shit.” Long story short, Eddie had the ravenette explain what he meant and then he explained that he felt the same. So they finished their night together, trick-or-treating hand in hand with a promise of wearing matching costumes next year.

Currently, the two were laying together in Eddie’s bed, curled up beside each other. Richie had snuck in through the window and the door was locked so that Sonia wouldn’t know he was there. The smaller of the two had a mental list of excuses as to why his door was locked just in case his mother were to try and come in.

“What?” Eddie asked with a quite chuckle, pulling his boyfriend from his thoughts. “Does that feel good?”

Richie’s blue eyes moved to the smaller boy and his brows slightly furrowed. “Hm?” He hummed out in his half-aware state before he registered what had been said. “Oh? Oh. Oh, yeah, Eddie Spaghetti. Feels better when your mom does it though.”

Eddie gasped and pulled his hand from Richie’s hair long enough to smack his chest. “Beep fucking beep, trashmouth.”

The ravenette only smirked and let out a soft chuckle. “You know you liked it.” He cooed, causing his boyfriend to roll his eyes.

“You’re disgusting.” Eddie murmured miserably.

“You love me.”

“Maybe.”

“Edssss,” Richie pouted and moved to lay on top of his boyfriend, wrapping his arms and legs around him and cradling him against the bed. “No maybe about it. You definitely love me.”

“Nope,” Eddie mumbled and popped the ‘p’. “Not at all.”

The taller male let out a soft gasp and huffed before he began peppering kisses all over Eddie’s face. “You’re a shitty liar.” He laughed between kisses, and soon his boyfriend was cutting up in a bit of giggles.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie mumbled, his face a nice shade of red. “You caught me. I do love you.”

“I knew it!” Richie yelled and was quickly shushed by his boyfriend and he quieted down, remembering Sonia was home. “And I love you.”

Richie put just a bit of his weight on his boyfriend and tightened his grip around him. Eddie’s fingers went into his curls and pulled his boyfriend’s face into the crook of his neck. The former’s breath fanned against the latter’s neck, leaving small goose bumps that Eddie didn’t mind.

“Mmm.. you’re so warm.” Richie mumbled after a few moments of comfortable silence, both boys just completely wrapped up in each other.

When he didn’t get a reply, the Tozier teen pulled away just slightly, a soft smile breaking out across his lips. Eddie had fallen asleep within those few minutes, and he looked completely angelic. Richie, being the good boyfriend he was, carefully moved off of him and wrapped the blanket around the both of them, pulling his boyfriend into his chest.

Just being beside Eddie, having him snuggled into his chest, was enough to make Richie feel like the happiest boy alive. Within just a few minutes, he, too, was drifting off to sleep, surrounded in love and warmth from the boy he’d never let go.

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(@ my last post) Sorry to vent on main but it really annoys me when Reddie writers will write fics with Richie as a edgy badboy who sleeps with everyone he can and is borderline abusive towards Eddie but it’s played off as him being protective! Because he loves him! Because they’re meant to be together!

But that’s not his character at all? You’re telling me Richie Tozier, who’s main joke is just saying “your mom lol”, is constantly getting laid? Absolutely not, false, incorrect, cancelled. I also get that Richie would kill for Eddie, hell he’d die for Eddie. But than there’s fics that have him threatening everyone Eddie talks to and even threatening Eddie because he’s “his” and it’s like, do you need help? Author? Is someone hurting you? Because there’s a pretty steep drop from “I love you and would do anything for you to be happy and safe” and “I love you and never want you to leave me or interact with people because I own you you are property”. I get interpreting characters differently from person to person, but there’s that and than there’s warping a character’s traits until it becomes their entire person. Like, yes Richie loves Eddie. But that isn’t all he is.

Anyway essay over,

[asteroidbill]

Did I Make It Better?

Thank you to @killerxqueer for beta-ing this!

Synopsis: Eddie gets Injured and Richie is there to make it better. 

Ship: Reddie

Rating: teen and up 

Tags: Aged up (16-17, Injury, kissing 

Words: 1.2k

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[ladyautie]

Would you ever write like some one shots based off of ur au with autistic eddie but with them when they were younger? And like go through different struggles autistic people face compared to the rest of the loser’s gang? Idk just an idea lol have a great day! :)

Hi! I honestly don’t know, I never wrote one-shots based on my own stories. Maybe once I ended the whole story, I will. I guess I could write about Eddie being younger and all, but since they hadn’t properly interacted until he was 15, it might not involve the Losers at all (or barely). I could write a few missing scenes here and there, I guess, but not right now anyway c:. Thank you for your interest and your kind words. Have a nice day c:. P-S : Here’s the link for my fanfic, if anyone’s interested.

Broken (89586 words) by Lerena

Chapters: 25/25

Series: Part 1 of Listen to me

Summary:

According to his mother, Eddie Kaspbrak has a wide array of physical illnesses, all of them necessitating that she sheltered him from the rest of the world, so dangerous for her fragile kid. But that her son might be autistic... Absolutely impossible. Her son is not like "that".

About to enter high school, Eddie Kaspbrak is going to experience his first friendships, navigate through his teenage years and find love. All of this while trying to discover who he really is, behind every single fake diagnosis he received during his childhood.

[marcbollan-deactivated20200810]

eddie never really developed much of a personal taste in music, would be perfectly content just listening to whatever his friends liked, so when richie left derry he gave eddie a copy of 'nevermind' by nirvana ("you're gonna need something to shout at while I'm gone") and henceforth eddie's love of punk and alt rock unfurled, much to sonia's distain. as an adult, whenever he listened to 'nevermind' (when riled up in traffic, mostly) he'd get hit by this nostalgic warmth that flooded out of him in an uncontrollable rage, and he'd scream the lyrics until his throat was hoarse, because he had a funny feeling someone told him to, a long time ago

[toyboy-molloy]

reddie + speed dating

“What’s your poison, Eduardo?”

“Whatever gets me out of here the quickest,” Eddie didn’t match Richie’s enthusiasm as he joined him at the bar. He nervously glanced at his name tag, adjusting it for the third time. He glanced around sceptically, taking in his surroundings, “I’m not sure about this, Rich.”

He’d only agreed to this because Richie swore by it, insisting he get out there and have a good time. ‘A great way to meet people,’ he’d said, even promising to join him for emotional support. That didn’t stop him from grabbing a sticker for himself, scrawling his name across it and sticking it to his jacket. Richie retrieved their drinks, handing a glass of wine to Eddie.

“Come on, Eds. You’ve gotta put yourself out there. You’re so hot all the babes will be going for you,” Eddie glared at him over his glass of wine, “alright, all the studs will be going for you.”

Eddie sighed but didn’t push the matter any further. He had doubts and it was all because his heart belonged to the man in the bad suit next to him, currently chugging his beer. His heart also refused to accept nothing was going to happen with Richie and subsequently didn’t allow Eddie to move on. So when Richie had suggested speed dating, he’d agreed. He had to at least make an attempt at trying to date other people.

The session began shortly after and Richie left Eddie with an encouraging wink, heading towards a small table. Eddie swallowed his nerves and sat at the nearest table, swigging more of his wine. His first date was a woman which probably shouldn’t have relieved him as much as it did. Eddie found it much easier to have a conversation when there was absolutely no attraction. Her name was Jenny, an IT consultant and mom-of-two. She was ready to give Eddie her number before the two minutes were up; he immediately felt bad for not mentioning he was gay right off the bat. She was pleasant enough, wishing him luck before leaving.

In between meeting people, Eddie stole glances across the room at his lanky friend. He was always over time, engrossed in conversation or laughing at something. Of course Richie was having better luck. Eddie’s attention was then drawn to Ryan, a twenty-something barista and part-time influencer. He was cute but far too young for Eddie.

“Nice to meet you, Eddie,” Ryan smiled, shaking his hand once the two minutes were up. He made to stand, pausing as something crossed his mind, “oh, pro tip: stay away from that guy,” he gestured at Richie’s table, a sympathetic look on his face, “poor guy’s clearly not over his ex.”

Eddie frowned, confused. Richie hadn’t been in a proper relationship for ages, claiming he was too busy focusing on his tour. If he had, he hadn’t told Eddie about it. He was still watching Richie chatting to a giggly woman as he asked, “what do you mean?”

Ryan was standing now, waving a hand in exasperation, “he’s got it bad for some guy he lives with. Wouldn’t shut up about him. So, you know, don’t waste your time.”

Eddie nodded slowly, despite Ryan having already left for the next table. He didn’t even acknowledge the next person to sit in front of him, he was too busy staring at Richie. He was doing most of the talking, his hands joining in the conversation animatedly. His date didn’t look at all impressed, which just annoyed Eddie. Richie was a catch, why couldn’t they see it? He didn’t want them to see it but there was no denying Richie was funny and charming and cute. Before he really knew what he was doing, Eddie was on his feet and crossing the room. The two minute timer sounded as he reached Richie’s table.

“It was nice to meet you,” Eddie heard Richie’s date say politely, already pushing her bag onto her shoulder, “I hope it works out with that guy.”

Richie gave her a grateful smile as she departed, spotting Eddie almost at the same time. Immediately, his cheeks flushed and he ruffled his hair awkwardly, “hey, Eds. Err, you doing okay? Any digits?”

Instead of replying directly, Eddie sat in the chair opposite Richie before anyone else could. The comedian’s eyebrows shot up but he didn’t say anything, watching Eddie curiously. The shorter man was clearly anxious, judging by the way he continuously rubbed his palms over his jeans. Richie was about to reach for the spare inhaler he kept inside his jacket pocket when Eddie finally spoke, extending his hand.

“I’m Eddie,” Richie stared at his hand, wondering if Eddie was having some king of stress induced stroke. He took his hand, shaking it once, “I’m divorced. No children. I’m a risk analyst. I’m gay and really bad at it apparently,” this made Richie smile and Eddie relaxed, meeting Richie’s gaze, “I’ve been living with one of my best friends for a few months. And I’ve realised I’m in love with him.”

If it wasn’t such a big deal, Eddie would have laughed at the look on Richie’s face. His mouth had dropped open and he just stared in shock, the two of them ignoring the timer blaring in the background. No one seemed to mind and were happy to circulate, spending time with different people since it was clear neither Richie nor Eddie was moving anytime soon. Eventually, Richie closed his mouth, swallowing heavily.

“Errm, h-how does you friend feel about you?”

Eddie wanted to shout that he didn’t fucking know, he was he supposed to know what was going on in Richie’s head. Instead, he shrugged and glanced around the room, “well he brought me here so…”

“Only because he thought taking you out and seeing you date other people would help him move on,” Richie said quickly, leaning halfway across the table so he had Eddie’s full attention, “he should have told you but he thought there was absolutely no way you liked him back.”

“Can we talk like normal fucking people now, please?” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, struggling to keep up. Richie chuckled, nodding happily as he reached across the table and held Eddie’s hand, “I love you, you know.”

“So you ditching your hot roommate for me?” Richie smirked, dodging the kick Eddie directed at him under the table. He responded by leaning further over the table and kissing Eddie, hands gently cupping his face. Several people clapped politely and Richie pulled away, grinning, “told you speed dating was great, Spaghetti.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but, as he and Richie walked back to their apartment hand in hand, Richie’s large jacket draped around his shoulders, he had a hard time disagreeing with him.