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thestarsaroundyourscars · 5 years ago

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2 and 3 (lol) for reddie pls??

2. “Are you⎯ are you pulling down mistletoe?”

3. “I don’t care about tradition, you try and get me to kiss you under the mistletoe and I will punch you."

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“Are you⎯ are you pulling down mistletoe?”

Richie looked down at Eddie from the stepstool he was currently perched on. It was probably a bad idea to be up there, considering he'd been drinking Bill's eggnog since he arrived at their office party and he was feeling slightly drunk, but it was too late to worry about falling off now.

He stared at Eddie for a moment, hand extended towards the mistletoe. “Uh, no?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and Richie could tell he was trying not to smile, most likely due to the fact that he was holding a cup of that same eggnog in his hand. “Then what are you doing, Richie?”

He glanced back at the plant. “I was admiring it. Up close.”

“Right.” Eddie said, taking a sip from his drink, face scrunching up adorably at the taste. “What are you really up to?”

“Well, I’ve been trying to get Stan, you know my friend from Accounting, to make a move on Mike for fucking ages, but he won’t listen to me," He reached for the plant. "So I thought I’d take matters into my own hands and leave him with no choice.” Richie explained, jumping down from the stool, only slightly wobbly on his feet and with the mistletoe in his hands.

"So what? You're going to hold the mistletoe over their heads and force them to kiss?"

"Pretty much, yeah." Richie said with a grin. "Wanna help Eds?"

"Don't call me that." Eddie replied, on instinct. He pursed his lips, eyes darting between Richie and the mistletoe in his hands. "I'll help, but only if we do the same for Bev and Ben. I don't think I can deal with the pining and the yearning looks any longer."

"Oh yeah," Richie agreed with a shaky laugh. "How annoying." He glanced nervously at Eddie. Cute, oblivious Eddie who hadn't noticed Richie pining and yearning for him for the past year.

"So, do we have a deal?"

Richie nodded. "Yes we do, Eduardo."

They tried to locate their targets but with the office so crowded, it was hard. After walking around for a while⎯ and drinking some more of Bill's eggnog in the meantime⎯ they found Stan and Mike talking and making eyes at each other near the food table. While Eddie distracted them, Richie approached them from behind, holding the mistletoe over their heads.

Eddie gasped over exaggeratedly and said, "Oh my God, look! Mistletoe!" in a terrible surprised voice. Richie stifled a laugh, heart fluttering like it did whenever Eddie did something cute⎯ which, according to Richie, was all the fucking time.

Stan and Mike looked up, blushing to the tips of their ears. Richie jiggled the mistletoe, waggling his eyebrows at them. Stan glared at him making Richie actually fear for his life until Mike swooped in and caught Stan's lips in a sweet, short kiss.

Richie pumped a triumphant fist in the air and Eddie clapped excitedly. "I can't believe my plan fucking worked!" Richie said, throwing his arms around Mike and Stan, breaking them apart.

"I should kill you." Stan told him, words lacking heat with how hard he was smiling. "And you." He told Eddie.

"No can do Stan the man, Eds and I are on a mission."

"You and Eddie, huh?" Stan said, giving him a knowing look.

"Yes." Richie answered with a warning look of his own. "We're Christmas cupids."

Eddie let out a drunken giggle and it caused a sharp intake of breath from Richie. Mike gave him a curious look and Stan quirked a very annoying eyebrow at him. Before either of them could say anything to embarrass him in front of Eddie, he asked, "Now, have either of you seen Beverly or Ben?"

"I think I saw Ben by the Christmas tree."

"Thank you, Mikey." Richie said, holding the mistletoe over their heads before leaning in to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek, making Mike snort. He tried to do the same with Stan, but he was stopped by a hand on his chest.

"I don’t care about tradition," He said, narrowing his eyes at Richie. "You try and get me to kiss you under that mistletoe and I will punch you."

Richie let out a snort. "Fair enough, I'll leave that to Mikey here." He gave Mike a pat in the back. "Merry Christmas lovebirds." He said, ditching them to wrap an arm around Eddie's shoulders instead. "Come on Eds. We still have one Christmas miracle left."

"Maybe two." Stan teased, eyes darting between Eddie and Richie.

Before Eddie could ask him what he meant, Richie was dragging him away, flipping Stan off behind his back.

Still, he narrowed his eyes at the mistletoe in Richie's hand. "What did Stan mean with two?"

"He meant me and your mom, of course." Richie joked with a shaky laugh. "Not that I need mistletoe to get her to kiss me."

Eddie wrinkled his nose adorably. "You're fucking ridiculous."

Richie couldn't help but blurt out, "And you're cute."

That made Eddie falter, blinking up at Richie with an unreadable expression, before he looked away. "We should find Ben." He said, heading towards the big Christmas tree in the middle of the room.

Richie followed him but while Eddie looked around the room for Ben, Richie's eyes stayed glued to Eddie.

Eddie in his ugly Christmas sweater⎯ that wasn't even ugly at all, but fucking adorable. Eddie with his pretty brown eyes and his pink lips and the neat wave of his cowlick. Eddie, who Richie had been crushing on for as long as he had been working for this company. Since he'd accidentally walked into Eddie's office, down at the Risks department while he was searching for the break room. Richie knew he was a goner the moment he saw this tiny, handsome man in a sharp suit, pacing around his office, yelling statistics and every curse word known to man, to some poor soul on the other side of the phone.

The next day, Richie showed up at Eddie's office, claiming that he got lost again. Then again. And again.

At first, Eddie acted annoyed and ushered Richie away but eventually he grew on him⎯ like mold, he liked to say⎯ and now, Richie would show up every Tuesday and Thursday and they would eat lunch together while Eddie complained about his job and Richie pretended to fall asleep the moment he started talking.

They had a routine now, one that allowed Richie to get to know Eddie and did nothing to quiet his crush. In fact, it only made it worse, because Eddie wasn't just gorgeous, he was hilarious and angry and could give Richie as much shit as he gave him. His lunch dates with him⎯ not that they were dates at all⎯ were Richie's favorite part of the week, for God's sake.

Richie knew he was in too deep and yet he still hadn't gathered enough courage to go from shameless flirting and pathetic heart eyes to actually asking Eddie out. Stan had tried to convince him to do it a few times, but Richie refused to listen to the guy who had been crushing on another coworker for two years and done nothing about it.

Richie stared down at the mistletoe in his hands. If it worked for Stan, it could work for him right? Except he wasn't entirely sure Eddie wouldn't freak out and make a scene if Richie snuck up on him with the mistletoe.

"Rich, I think I see Ben." Eddie said, coming to a stop in front of him. "He's⎯ oh."

"What?" Richie asked, bumping into him. "He's what?"

"I don't think Ben will be needing our help."

"Wait, why not? Oh." Richie gasped when he saw it⎯ there, barely hidden by the Christmas tree, was Ben and he was making out with Beverly. "Go Ben!" He chuckled. "Guess we won't be needing this anymore."

Eddie cocked his head. "Can I have it for a second?"

Richie shrugged, handing it over. Eddie played with it in his hands, face scrunched up. Richie flinched when, in one quick movement, Eddie held the ornament over their heads.

His eyes darted between the mistletoe and Eddie's face, where he was nervously biting on his bottom lip. "Uh, what are you doing?"

Eddie rolled his eyes, exasperated. "What does it look like I'm doing, asshole?"

"Well, it looks like you're trying to get me to kiss you but⎯" Eddie gave him a pointed look. Richie gasped, always a little slow on the taking. "Oh shit."

Eddie retreated slightly. "Unless you don't want to⎯"

"I do! Trust me, I fucking do."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

That was all Richie needed to cradle Eddie's face and lean in. The moment their lips touched, Richie's heart did a flip. And then another one when Eddie gripped his waist and pulled him in, his tongue sliding into Richie's mouth. He could taste the sweet, strong flavor of the eggnog they've been drinking all night.

They pulled apart only when they heard Mike and Stan cheering obnoxiously. Eddie turned bright red, hiding his face in Richie's chest. He dragged them to a more private place, flipping off the other two.

They ended up in a supply closet and Richie pressed Eddie against the door as soon as it was closed. "We're not making out in a supply closet." Eddie said, reading the intent in Richie's eyes.

He whined, disappointed. "Why not Eds?"

"We work here!"

"Wait, does that mean I don't get to make out with you on our weekly lunch dates either?" Eddie's stare was answer enough. "What if I bring this?" He asked, stealing the mistletoe from Eddie and holding it between them.

"Richie⎯"

"Keep in mind that it's bad luck to defy tradition." Richie cut in.

"I guess we can't risk it then." Eddie said, failing to bite down a smile.

"You're the risk analyst after all." Richie said, giving him a silly grin and holding the mistletoe over their heads.

Eddie rolled his eyes but still pushed himself onto his tiptoes to kiss Richie one more time. Smiling against the kiss, Richie decided he was going to hold on to that piece of mistletoe for a long time.

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reddielibrary · 6 years ago

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Smorboll

prompt: Eddie having trouble looking for furniture at Ikea and Richie works there

written by: Amelia | @tinyarmedtrex

word count: 2437

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“No Bev, I’ll be fine. I just need a new bed.” Eddie said, stepping onto the escalator. “How hard can it be?” He turned to glare as he was jostled from behind. “No I didn’t look before, why would I need to do that?” He asked as he rode the escalator. He tried to read her silence but then the displays came into view and he understood. “Holy fuck. Bev, there are whole rooms here.” He paused as his friend laughed. “Yes I know you told me but I didn’t believe you. It sounded insane.” He looked around, starting to quietly freak out. He tried to keep his voice even as he asked, “Bev, what do I do? How do I do this?” He stepped off the escalator, moving aside for others, and looked around with no small amount of horror on his face. Bev just cackled and told him he was on his own, then hung up.

Eddie gulped. This was what Ikea was like? He had heard that it could be overwhelming but he had expected it to be like any other store, with some display models and lots of empty space. He now understood why Bev told him not to go on a Saturday. He knew it would be busy but this, this was pure chaos. There were families all over, trying to wrangle kids, teens who looked like they were just there to hang out, older couples stopped in the middle of the aisle. The disorganization and pandemonium terrified him and he felt his chest tighten as people filtered past him, jostling him.

Breathe, He told himself, trying to hold off the panic attack he felt coming. Just breathe. Maybe he could just leave and come back another day, he thought as he watched a child rub their chocolate-stained hands over a white dresser. Maybe a Monday morning. When none of these people would be here.

Eddie had decided he would do that when the panic started to rise again- how the hell did you leave this place? He couldn’t see an exit. The escalator only went up. He felt trapped in this terrible consumer carnival.

He could feel his breaths coming in quick pants and wished he had his inhaler. He didn’t need it, he knew that but part of him still wanted to reach for it, to feel the cool medicine pump into his throat. It would calm him down.

No, he told himself sternly. Just take deep breaths and work out a solution. Just like Doctor Jones always tells you. It’s a crutch. He turned and closed his eyes, focusing on breathing and nothing else.

He yelped in surprise as a hand covered his shoulder and someone asked, “Hey there short stack, do you need some help?”

Eddie spun, ready to yell at them but was met by a friendly, goofy face. The hand belonged to a tall stranger with unruly red hair that clashed terribly with his yellow employee shirt.

“I’ll be fine, I just need to find the exit,” Eddie said, shrugging the hand off his shoulder. Other days he might be willing to talk to him but right now, he wanted to leave.

“But you just got here.” The man said. “You must be shopping for something, let me help you.”

“No thanks-” He read the name tag. “Richie. I’ll come back another day.”

“But what if I’m not here then and you miss out on getting to know your soulmate?”

Eddie scowled at that, running a hand through his blond hair. His panic was lessening as his annoyance level raised. “Soulmate huh? That’s awfully presumptive of you, especially since you don’t even know my name.”

“I’ll learn it as we shop for a-” He paused, waiting for Eddie to fill in the gap. He spun his hand around, trying to get him to finish the sentence.

Eddie relented. “Bed.”

A grin spread across Richie’s face, “Oh, that’s fucking perfect. Okay, shorty, let me bed you.” He took Eddie’s hand and started walking.

“Don’t call me that, just because you’re a giant.” He said, feeling a flush spread on his face. He wasn't used to people casually touching him.

“What is your name then? Unless you want me to keep gracing you with adorable nicknames.”

“Eddie, I’m Eddie.” He said, realizing that they were weaving through the crowd at a breakneck pace. “Does every customer get this kind of treatment?”

Richie turned to look at him, shaking his head. “Only the cute ones,” He said, winking before turning back.

Eddie had to admit, he was impressed by Richie’s ability to bob and weave through the crowd, he seemed to know just where to step and when, avoiding collisions with couples and parents readying to send their teens to college. Once or twice, they stopped to answer questions, Richie directing people with ease and using both hands- while still holding Eddie’s- to gesture and explain things. It made Eddie laugh when Richie tried to explain how to find the kitchen section and he used Eddie’s hand to emphasize just how far off base the couple was.

When Richie wasn’t being stopped by customers he was firing questions at Eddie. “What kind of bed do you want?”

Eddie shrugged, “Something simple, I was thinking a black frame.”

“Black, sleek, sexy. I like it. But that’s not what I meant. What size? Are you looking for a king so you can spread out, or a full so you can cuddle with your boyfriend?” Richie paused abruptly, turning to look at Eddie.

Who nearly ran into him. “A queen. And, no boyfriend.” He wasn’t sure why he was telling Richie this but he wanted him to know, not just because he had helped stave off Eddie’s panic attack. Being with Richie was weirdly calming, he liked having someone guide him through the store and laughing with him at the store’s quirks.

“I’m very happy to hear that,” Richie said, giving him another quirky smile then gesturing in front of him. “Bed land my good sir.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, he hadn’t even realized they were here. “That's, a lot of options.” He said, staring at the variety of beds in front of him.

“That’s what we do,” Richie said, taking his hand back and planting his hands on his hips. “Now that we’re here, let’s talk about a few things. What kind of frame are you thinking? Sleek? Fancy? Cushioned? Do you want drawers?”

“I-” Eddie looked at the variety of frames again and starting to feel overwhelmed. “I have no idea.”

“We’ll test,” Richie said, gesturing to the first bed. “This baby is a Neiden.” Richie pointed to a simple bed frame with a small headboard. “Classic design, inexpensive.” He laid down and patted next to him.

Eddie reluctantly crawled beside him, trying not to think about how many other people had laid in this bed.

“Thoughts?” Richie asked, flipping to his side and looking at Eddie.

This is how it would look if I woke up next to him, Eddie thought, watching as Richie’s curls flopped onto his face. He nearly reached out and tucked it behind his ear, barely stopping himself.

“Too simple, isn't it? You seem like a fancy guy.” Richie said, leaping up before Eddie could answer.

Eddie stood and followed. Richie was right, he wanted to buy his first adult bed. Not something that felt like it belonged in a dorm.

“Let’s try this bad boy, our snefjord model,” Richie said, flopping onto a bed with a cushioned headboard. He knocked on it. “A sound barrier for your louder nights, no bugging roommates with this.” He said as Eddie laid down.

“I don't have any roommates,” Eddie said, turning his head to look at Richie.

“Solo man, huh? I like it.” Richie stretched and Eddie caught a glimpse of the pale skin on Richie’s stomach. “I’ve got a roommate but he’s cool, he’s at his boyfriend’s a lot.”

“His boyfriend’s?” Eddie asked.

Richie nodded. “Stan my man finally nabbed his college crush, took nearly 6 months of shoving them together but now they’re inseparable.”

“Cute,” Eddie said, slightly jealous of someone he didn’t even know. Eddie was sick of the dating scene, he wished he had something like that, something effortless. “Sure, if you don’t mind them sucking face whenever you walk into a room.” Richie sat up, looking around the room. “Tell me what your bedroom looks like Eds, I need some inspiration.”

Eddie sat up too. “You’re very forward.”

The other man shrugged, “I don’t think you mind.” Eddie didn’t but he wasn’t about to tell Richie that. Instead, he answered the question. “I painted one blue accent wall, the rest is white. I’ve got black furniture. It’s pretty plain.”

Richie nodded, scanning the room. “Any pictures?”

“A framed Audrey Hepburn a friend gave me.”

“Classy.” Richie leapt off and went to another bed, not checking if Eddie was following.

He did. Eddie already had a feeling that he’d follow Richie most places. It was strange, Eddie wasn’t a trusting person but he already trusted Richie, in his terrible yellow shirt and ripped jeans.

Richie fell onto another bed, with a white metal frame and an elaborate headboard. “This baby will impress all the guests. Look at this craftsmanship.” Richie said, knocking on the metal, making it clang loudly.

Eddie didn’t lie down this time, shaking his head. “I don’t like this one at all.” It was too frilly for him. He had spent his life being called girly and frail, he didn’t want that in a bed.

Richie threw his legs over the sides and sat up, grinning at Eddie. “Finally! An opinion emerges from the dark! I thought you’d be someone with lots of opinions. Tell me what you want,” Richie asked again.

Eddie looked at the sea of beds and found one he liked. He wandered over to it, Richie following him. It was a black wooden frame with vertical planks as the headboard. “I like this,” Eddie said, running his hands over it. “Sleek, not too fancy, looks like an adult’s bed.”

Richie nodded approvingly. “A Hemnes, very nice.” He ran his hand over it too, stopping near Eddie’s and leaning over him. “The best part is that these boards work great for handcuffs.” He whispered into Eddie’s ear.

Eddie swallowed, feeling Richie’s warm body next to his. “Is that something you’re interested in?” Richie continued.

Eddie turned to look at Richie, smiling slightly. “That’s not really an employee-customer question.”

“Is that all we are, employee and customer?” Richie asked, pretending to be hurt.

Eddie shrugged, smiling a little. “You tell me.”

Richie took the half pencil from Eddie and wrote something down, sticking the paper and pencil in Eddie’s pocket. “The bed number, for later,” He explained, taking Eddie’s hand again. “Now, if you’re interested, we dine.”

“Dine?” Eddie asked, willingly following Richie this time.

“All will be explained in good time my tiny Timberlake.”

“Timberlake?” Eddie asked.

“You’ve got moves, I can tell. And you’re a sharp dressed man.” Richie explained as they wove through dressers and kitchen countertops.

“You are unlike anyone I’ve met,” Eddie said, slightly under his breath.

“They broke the mold when they made me,” Richie told him, stopping so abruptly that Eddie ran into his back. “Ta-da!” Richie said, sweeping his arm across what looked, to Eddie, like a school cafeteria.

“Wow, I’m-” He paused. “Underwhelmed.”

Richie turned to him, shaking his head. “You’re such an Ikea virgin. Come on, let’s get you some delicious meatballs.” Richie turned and grabbed a tray, falling into one of the lines.

“I’m not really a ball guy,” Eddie said, grabbing a tray for himself.

Richie barked out a laugh. “Eds gets off a good one! But you’ll like these balls, they come in vegetarian too. All your ball preferences are covered.”

“That’s not my name,” Eddie said, looking up at the menu choices. “What’s safe to eat?”

“I’m ordering, don’t worry,” Richie said, turning to the employee and rattling off a long order.

Within five minutes they were sitting down. “You ordered way too much,” Eddie said, looking at all the food.

“You gotta try everything. Can’t have you thinking I’m cheap on a first date.” Richie explained, spearing a portion of a meatball on his fork and dipping it in the cranberry sauce. “Open wide for my balls Eds.”

“You’re really enjoying these ball jokes huh?” Eddie said and Richie nodded. He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, not missing how Richie’s eyes trained on his lips.

Eddie’s mouth closed around the bit and he chewed slowly, Richie watching him the whole time. “Well?”

Eddie swallowed and nodded. “It’s pretty good actually.” He picked up his fork and took some of the mashed potatoes, eating those. “It’s all good.”

Richie grinned. “Wait until you try the cake.”

They ate, Richie telling Eddie about working at Ikea and Eddie telling Richie about his job. It was the best, if weirdest, first date Eddie had had in a while.

Eventually, Eddie looked down at his watch, shocked to see how much time had passed. “I need to go, I’m meeting friends for dinner. And you probably need to get back to work.”

Richie shrugged as he stood, moving to put the trays away. “My shift ended an hour ago.”

Eddie came to a full stop. “Why were you helping me then?”

“You looked mid-panic attack. I know how that goes. I couldn't just leave you.” Richie shrugged, then he smiled. “Plus, you’re pretty damn cute.”

Eddie smiled at him. “Well, thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you. And thanks for lunch.” He was reeling from the fact that Richie had stayed late, just for him.

“Think of me when you see balls.” Richie winked and turned, starting to walk away.

Eddie gaped at him for a minute before catching up with him, putting a hand on Richie’s shoulder and making him turn. “What are you doing?” Eddie asked, annoyed. “All that and you’re not going to give me your number? Or ask for mine?” He crossed his arms.

Richie poked Eddie’s breast pocket. “What do you think I wrote down there? It’s the number for the bed, and for me.”

“Oh,” Eddie looked down, feeling a little silly. “I was worried that-”

Richie bent down and pressed his lips to Eddie’s, just briefly before pulling back and grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll be around to help you break that bed in.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Richie smirked, “I never do.”

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derryhawkins · 7 years ago

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kisses all around

summary: Richie’s kissed all of the Losers at one point in time. Whether it be for a dare or figuring out his sexuality or because he’s dating one of them. Although, the Losers think Richie hasn’t kissed Eddie - it makes sense. They’re in a secret relationship. But, of course, Richie forgets that small detail. warnings: boys kissing, swearing. pairings: reddie (richie/eddie) with a side of stenbrough (stan/bill), bichie (bill/richie) & platonic beverie (richie/beverly). a/n: Honestly, I hope you guys like this bc idk what I’m doing tbh. I’m basically winging this. Also I’ve never done a boyxboy fic so bare with me, pals. Oh & sorry if any of them are out of character, I’m need to get used to writing their personalities. (also please give this some attention if you like it).

Richie Tozier liked boys and girls.

He figured that out when he had to kiss Stan Uris in a game of spin the bottle at a party during their freshman year in high school. Of course, he was very much confused afterwards and went up to Beverly Marsh the weekend she decided to visit Derry, Maine. After smoking a cigarette or two with the redhead, he asked to kiss her. Although, Beverly wanted a reason why. She pushed and prodded at Richie until she got the answer.

He was just confused, simple as that. She agreed right then and there, and proudly kissed Richie. But somehow that made him even more confused, because what the fuck, I like both? Beverly came out to Richie then to make him feel better. She liked both, too. Over the years they started talking about cute boys and girls together whenever they could.

A year later during their sophomore year, Richie was a proud bisexual but only out to a few people: Stan, Beverly, and somehow Mike Hanlon figured it out. Richie exactly wasn’t sure how, but he did. During their fall break, the Losers were playing a game of truth or dare at the Quarry. Bev had once again visited Derry, Maine, and they were all extremely happy. It wasn’t the same without their redheaded girl.

The game was fun - it was there when Richie was dared to kiss Ben. He simply laughed and walked up to the boy. He grabbed Ben’s face and planted one right on his lips before walking away. The Losers who didn’t know of Richie’s sexuality didn’t really think anything of it. It was Richie, why would they?

A year down the road, in their junior year, the trashmouth ended up getting drunk at a party with Bill Denbrough and they made out in a closet until Ben found them. Ben just stared at them for a moment before walking away; though, Ben questioned them both the next day when they were all hungover, but sober. Neither boy talked about it much, surprisingly. They had tried dating but eventually figured out they worked better as best friends than anything. (Kind of because Richie liked someone else who was shorter than him, feisty, and a hypochondriac; and Bill liked a curly headed Jewish boy).

The day when Richie kissed Mike was a completely blank of mind and mostly an accident. It was out excitement. Mike had gotten Richie a vinyl of his favorite band at the moment for his birthday, and Richie got so happy that he just smashed his lips on Mike’s before continuing his excited shouting. Mike wasn’t grossed out, though. He didn’t mind it; he had to reassure Richie that a couple days later when the glasses wearing boy realized what had happened.

Now, onto Eddie Kaspbrak. Richie Tozier first kissed the smaller boy not too soon after he and Bill tried to do the dating thing. Richie had gotten so fed up with pining after Eddie that on Valentine’s Day, he kissed him in an empty hallway, blurted that he had feelings for him, and walked off. But, then, Eddie ran to him and pulled the taller boy down by the collar of his shirt. Eddie quickly kissed Richie, again, and stated that he liked him back.

That was a full year ago. Maybe a few days added. Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak have been dating an entire year, completely unknown to the other five Losers. Well, mostly. Bev had her suspicions and Bill caught on pretty quickly. The others just chimed it up to be Richie and Eddie hanging out or being the weirdos they are every once in a while.

That is, until Ben brought up Richie having kissed everyone. They were stuck inside Bill’s living room because of the pouring rain outside. An abandoned game of Go Fish sat on the coffee table and another forgotten game of Monopoly sat near the TV. Bill was sat beside Stan on the two seated couch; Bev sat on the arm of the recliner where Ben sat; Mike was sprawled out on the couch while Richie was by the wall; Eddie had disappeared to grab a snack from the kitchen.

“So, Richie, you’ve kissed almost all of us. Why haven’t you kissed Eddie yet?” He asked, genuinely curious. Bill rolled his eyes, obviously knowing the truth, and Bev covered her growing smile and laughter.

Richie scoffed and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “Well, fuck, Benny Boy, why the hell wouldn’t I kiss Eds? It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything,” he sarcastically retaliated. But he quickly realized his mistake and his half closed eyes widened behind the glasses, which caused his eyes to look even bigger.

“You and Eddie are dating?” Ben asked.

Eddie, who was walking in from the kitchen, dropped the family sized Doritos bag and stared equally wide-eyed at their group of friends. They were all staring back. Except Bev, she was trying not to laugh. And Bill, he was grabbing a couple of dollars from Stan, who was actually glaring at them.

“Richie!” Eddie yelled, voice high pitched as he turned to look at his now not so secret boyfriend.

Richie laughed, albeit nervously, and slung an arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “Obviously I’m joking, I haven’t kissed Eds ever! We’re not dating, why the fuck would-?”

“Cut it, Richie, you can’t fool us anymore,” Mike interrupted with a sly grin.

Eddie groaned and Richie rolled his eyes. Though, no one hated on them like Eddie thought would happen. It was why they kept it a secret. Richie didn’t want to push him into coming out and so he went along with keeping the relationship on the down low. At seeing none of them with disgusted expressions, Richie just grinned at Eddie. Eddie flipped his boyfriend off as he picked up the bag of chips.

“For outing us, I’m not kissing you for a whole day.”

“What?!”

Everyone laugh at Richie’s response. Eddie smirked and sat down by Mike’s feet on the couch. Richie grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms again as he leaned against the wall.

“Oh, cheer up, Richie,” Beverly laughed, “An entire day won’t be that bad.”

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck off, Marsh.”

a/n: okAY I hope you guys liked this, I thought of it half asleep this morning & decided “fuck it, I’m writing this” so here ya go, pals!! sorry for any spelling mistakes btw, I’ll fix it up later.

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