Okay, so I decided to actually try my hand at some IT writing (outside of roleplaying), specifically Reddie in this case. So here is some random shit based on this prompt:
Pairing: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak)
Warning: None really, except for some cursing but that is to be expected with these two!
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Richie's hand came up to adjust his coke-bottle glasses which were slowly slipping down his nose. Blue eyes filled with both intensity and a bit of fear as he stared straight ahead. The palms of his hands felt clammy and there was a knot tightening in the pit of his stomach.
"...I never thought it would come to this," he breathed out. His normally loud voice now just barely above a whisper.
The lanky man jumped slightly when he felt a hand slip into his. It was smaller, but equally as sweaty as his own. Probably from the same fear Richie felt. Their fingers became interlocked and there was a reassuring squeeze.
Eddie was silent for a few moments before saying, "...None of us did. But what choice do we have?"
The two of them glanced at each other, exchanging a meaningful look for a few seconds. Too short for Richie's liking. But they had to do this. There was no other choice.
He took in a deep breath with a slight nod, straighten up his back and squaring his shoulders. They could do this.
"Alright, let's fuckin’ do this," Richie now had a determined look on his face. Eyes narrowed and lips pinched in a grim line.
He was always able to face the worst of life with Eddie by his side. Including now.
They both looked ahead and took a step forward. Then proceeded to almost get bowled over by two kids giving chase to one another, following the yellow arrows on the floor directing the way deeper into IKEA. An aimless labyrinth filled with furniture. Most of it unnecessary and it all being entirely too much.
Eddie startled and latched onto Richie's arm with a small yelp, "Shit!"
Causing the other to cackle loudly, head thrown back and smacking his free hand against his jean clad thigh. Which only earned Richie a sharp pinch to his side.
"Ow!" he hissed, grabbing at the abused spot. Then pouted at the shorter man, "What the fuck was that for? It was your shitty idea to go furniture shopping in the first place. I could've just had someone go out and buy it, but nooooo."
"Well excuse me for wanting to have the whole experience with you, asshole. We missed out on twenty-seven years and I wanted to make up for it," Eddie argued, pulling his hand away and lifting it next to his red cheeks. A gesture he used to do as a kid, and even now, to show he meant business.
Richie found himself melting at those words. A wide grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. His Eds was just so cute, cute, cute.
He couldn't stop himself from leaning over and pinching the brunette's unmarred cheek, "Aww! I love you too, my Spaghetti!" Completely enamored with the man he was now getting to spend the rest of his life with. Also, unsurprised when his hand got smacked away.
Eddie grumbled, "Don't call me that, dickwad. You're the worst." But still continued to hold onto his boyfriend's hand with no sign of letting go any time soon. Which suited Richie just fine. It would make harder for either of them to get lost.
"Well, come on, Eds! We better get started. Those Swedish meatballs are calling my name," the comedian teased as he pulled the other along. Now excited to be taking this next step into the rest of their lives.
