Hello all! I know reddie content can be hard to find now but I’ve been writing some fics recently that I’m proud of. I’m gonna link them here :)
Don’t Look at Me That Way by Greaserbabes
“Richie, what happened wasn’t your fault.”
“It was me you were saving from the deadlights.”
“I wouldn’t change anything.” Eddie tilts his head. “If saving you meant me dying, I’d still do it.” Richie doesn’t really know how to process this information. It’s so real and he’s so uncomfortable and Eddie’s looking at him like that. “Don’t cry, Rich. I’m okay now. We’re gonna be fine.”
Richie can’t help but think that as long as they’re just friends, he himself is never going to be completely okay.
Do You See Right Through Me? by Greaserbabes
Richie wasn't ever supposed to say anything. They were supposed to laugh and share intimate glances and have inside jokes. They were supposed to pretend that they didn't know it was weird for them to sit together in the hammock at seventeen years old. They were supposed to pretend like it was still okay to go to the clubhouse, just the two of them. They were supposed to tiptoe around each other and grin and blush and sometimes maybe Eddie would dare to lean his head on Richie's shoulder.
Richie was not supposed to ruin it by speaking out loud what they both have been too scared to admit. Because now Eddie knows and he kind of wants to throw up at the horrifying realization that things are changing.
Or, Richie confesses; Eddie freaks; feels ensue
After the Knife, Before the Axe by Greaserbabes
"Did you try to leave?" Ben asks, exasperated. "After I spent twenty minutes talking you into staying?"
"Dude, you're lucky I came back at all." He mumbles and sits on the stair case, rubbing his head.
Ben crosses his arms, looking down at him. "Yeah, well, while you were gone, Eddie almost fucking died. Could've used your help."
Richie's head snaps up. "What are you talking about?"
Or how Richie finds out that Eddie's been stabbed by Henry.