#the way they act like im doing coke in their bathroom every time i simply exercise basic autonomy. you people are sick in the head

[sodrippy]

its hell on earth and stuff but i do get some sick satisfaction every time i show my dad im not gonna lie down and take his shit like i am not that scared sad kid anymore and i am also NOT your wife nor your mother so dont try that shit w me dawg i dont give a fuuuuuuck about you lol

[wowreddie]

Affection

 pairing: Reddie

summary: it’s basically the relation development between the boys. pure fluff.

words count: 3.1k

warnings: curses (F-word, homophobic terms, ect.) slight angst.

notes: listen to “Affection” by Cigarettes After Sex while reading this it’s awesome. I didn’t really re-read so excuse me if some misspelings annoy you!!

Puck.

That noise drew Eddie’s attention.

He hopped from his bed to his bedroom window, only to be welcomed by his stupid best friend, with a handful of rocks in his hand. He opened the window and leaned forward to the fresh October air, looking at the curly haired boy a couple of feets below him.

« What the fuck are you doing here? »

« Oh, Eddie Spaghetti! » he replied, « I didn’t expect you here! I thought your mother would open the window for me! »

Eddie cringed at the thought, as always, but still slightly grinned, so Richie couldn’t see that his jokes secretely kinda made Eddie laugh.

« Shut up, you asshole. What are you doing here? Have you ever heard about a god damn door? »

Richie grinned, ajusting his coke bottle glasses on his freckles dotted nose.

« Just let me fucking in already! »

Eddie rolled his eyes, but opened the window a little wider so Richie could enter his room easily.

They sat on Eddie’s bed, like they usually did every Sunday evening. That was like their little meeting of the week. They usually hung out with the rest of the losers, but they always met up at Eddie’s place on Sunday. They started doing that in the first place because they thought  they didn’t hang out alone enough, they loved their friends but they wanted some best friend time alone. So, the whole week, they hung out with the losers, and on sunday evening, they hung out with each other.

« So, Eddie Spaghetti, »

« Don’t call me that! »

Richie rolled his eyes, but carried on with his question.

« anyway. I brought comics and some coca-cola. Do you have glasses? » he asked, a plastic bag full of paper and plastic in one hand, and his small rocks in the other.

« Yeah, you can wait here. »

Richie dropped the bag on the bed and walked up the window, as Eddie left the room to go downstares. Then, one by one, Richie threw the rocks outside, watching them land on the cold, dirty ground.

« Stop that, you’re going to frighten the birds. »

Richie turned around to see Eddie, standing in front of him, with two empty cups in his right hand.

« Now let’s close this fucking window before I get sick. »

It was now 8pm, and they still had 1h30 before Richie would have to go home.

Eddie was lying on his bed, a comic in his left hand, a half empty coca-cola cup in his right hand. He looked like he was about to fall asleep. His hair was all messy and unkempt. He looked like a mess, and Richie was the only one he didn’t mind to expose himself like that to.

Richie was on the chair, uncomfortably sitting and looking around, not really knowing what to do. He wanted to ask something to Eddie, something he’s been wondering for a long time now, but he didn’t know how to ask. He didn’t wanted the conversation to turn awkward and ruin the moment.

« Hey, Eds. »

« Don’t call me that, Richie, » Eddie reminded with an exasperated sigh.

« can i ask you something? » he seemed nervous, and Richie being nervous wasn’t usual.

« yeah, what is it? »

« Have you ever thought about hum.. well, your sexual orientation? » Richie glanced at Eddie, and he really seemed unsure of what to do.

For a second - well, more like thirty - Eddie didn’t know what to say. of course, he did. he always did. he knew he wasn’t straight. but was he ready to admit it? he pondered for a couple of seconds. was he ready to come out to his best friend yet?

« I mean… yeah, obviously. Everyone has. I’m.. pretty sure im straight. »

« Oh, » Richie simply responded. he sounded… almost disapointed.

« What about you? »

« Um. Well. Pfft! I’m obviously straight! I mean, l-look at me! Do I actually look l-like I’m a fag?

What the fuck? Was he stuttering? No. That couldn’t be happening. His name wasn’t fucking stuttering Bill.

What Richie said really hurt Eddie. It was… rude. I mean, obviously, his question was stupid. Richie was definitely not gay. He was everything but gay. He wasn’t even a virgin anymore. He told everyone about it, he always joked about it. But he didn’t have to be mean. He sounded rude, mean, and homophobic.

« Right. Sorry. » Eddie looked down, and tried as hard as he could not to cry.

« I’m going to the bathroom. » Richie announced.

And as quickly as he spoke, he was gone.

Eddie stayed lying on his bed, still shook from the previous events. He tried really, really hard not to cry. Even if Richie wasn’t there, he would notice it when he would be back. When Eddie cried, it was noticable. After struggling for several minutes, he silently broke into tears.

What the fuck even was that night. He just wanted a normal evening with his best friend, and there he was, crying in his bed. Because he was gay. And he was so fucking scared.

Damn it, what the fuck even was that night

« hey, Eddie. » Richie was back in the room, only to be welcomed by a crying mess on the bed.

« are you… crying? »

Eddie looked at him, quickly drying his tears, with a serious face.

« no I’m not. »

Richie grinned, looking down at Eddie’s hands, on his knees.

« damn, Eddie spaghetti, you look even worse than your mom when I broke up with her. »

Eddie giggled, rolling his eyes. « shut up, asshole. »

Richie sat next to the sad boy.

« seriously, Eds, what is it? You seemed okay when i went to the bathroom. »

the boy sighted and wiped his tears, lying down on the bed.

« It’s nothing, Richie. Don’t worry. »

« Eddie. » RIchie had now this unexpected and unusual serious look. « you know you can tell me anything. »

he started crying again. « please don’t hate me, Richie. »

« hey, look at me, you morron. » Richie took Eddie’s chin in his hand, so he could look at him in the eyes « I won’t ever, in the whole god damn history of our friendship, hate you, Eddie Kaspbrak. »

Eddie smiled, closing his eyes. He felt a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.

« fine. » he looked at his friend, tears filling up his eyes once again. « I’m gay, Richie. »

the boy frowned.

« that’s it? That’s why you’re crying? »

« well, » Eddie sighted, « look, it’s so much harder than you think, Richie. It took me so long to understand and accept it, and you’re just scared that everybody will turn their back to you. I’m scared, Richie. I’m so scared. » Eddie looked at Richie, a hopeless look in his eyes.

Richie understood.

« Eddie, you know that we’re never going to let you down, no matter what. We love you, Eddie spaghetti. » The boy opened his arms. « C'me here. »

Eddie hugged him.

since that night. The boys were so much closer. They were always holding hands, or hugging, or just touching each other’s skin in general. The whole losers club noticed it. There was clearly something going on between them. One day, Beverly, Richie’s best friend, thought it would be a good idea to talk to him about it. as they were in math class, fifth period, she threw a piece of paper with a message on it at Richie.

« Richie, I need to talk to you about something. can we meet at the quarry, after school?»

he looked at her and nodded, to show her that he could.

« What has been going on with Eddie, lately? »

the curly haired boy looked at her, frowning his eyebrows in a curious way.

«What do you mean? »

The girl looked at him, clearly unimpressed.

«Richie Tozier, stop acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about.»

Richie lost his curious frown. He was now facing her, sadness crossing over his gaze.

«Drop it, Beverly. It’s nothing. »

The red head looked at his friend, slightly surprised.

He called her Beverly, and when he did, that wasn’t a good sign.

She decided it would be better, for now, to stop talking about it. But she would definitely come back to him, she knew the boy would need to clear this out, and he wouldn’t do it alone.

But then he started crying.

«What the fuck is wrong with me, Beverly? What the fuck is wrong with us? God, we’re fucked, we’re so fucked. »

He took his head in his two hands, slightly pulling at his hair. Beverly sat next to him, placing her left hand on his friend’s back. After a couple of seconds, he crawled in to Beverly’s shoulder and cried as they hugged each other tightly, Beverly comforting his friend with nice words.

«Don’t worry, Rich. I’ve gotcha…»

After a while, when Richie stopped crying, he started:

«I don’t know what’s happening between me and Eddie, Bev. »

«Don’t you think you should talk to him about it? »

She looked at him, with a warm and comforting gaze. He shrugged, not really sure of what he should do.

«Bev, a boy isn’t supposed to like another boy, right? What’s wrong with me, then? »

She looked at him, a sudden wave of tears filling her eyes, but not letting them fall down her cheeks.

«There’s nothing wrong with the two of you, Richie. It’s completely normal and healthy to like boys. Look at me. »

The boy turned his head and looked at Beverly right in the eyes.

«Do not ever listen to those homophobic bitches. Homosexuality is okay. »

The kids could feel the cold feeling of the fresh wind on their pale, wet skin as they were running around the water of the quarry. The wind was soft, but cold enough to keep them under the water. They weren’t really doing anything, besides jumping, swimming, talking, laughing. There was a pure atmosphere flying around them, like a sweet blanket of joy resting over their shoulders. They could’ve stayed here for days and days. Anyone who would’ve passed by that day would have discovered what pure joy felt like.

«Shut up, Richie! »

«What? You all know it’s true! »

They were all laughing again at a stupid rumor Richie heard about a girl in their grade.

«Guys…» Beverly started, a playful gaze on her face. «wanna play truth or dare?»

«why would we play truth or dare if we already know everything about each other?» Stan pointed out and Beverly agreed, since she was aware that she knew even more than the others about the group.

«yeah, I know,» she sighed. «but I want to play something!»

«I want to play truth or dare,» said Ben and all of the losers agreed.

«okay. But it’s still irrelevant!»

« I wanna start! » yelled Beverly.

She made a small wondering pout, looking at every loser’s faces, before choosing the lucky one.

« Bill, » she said as he looked at her.

« what’s your weirdest habbit? »He frowned at the stupid question

. « I don’t know… sometimes I pick my nose, » he said with a shrug.

« Ew!!! » Eddie screamed with a disgusted face. « ew, ew, ew! That’s disgusting. Don’t you ever try to touch me again. »

They all laughed at Eddie’s childish reaction.

« Well, Eddie, what’s your weirdest habbit? »

The boy blushed, trying to act natural even though they all spotted him and his red cheeks.

« Shut up, Bill, I don’t have weird habbits. I’m not a freak. »

« he sleeps naked, » muttered Richie under his breath so no one could hear him except Bill and Eddie. But the problem is, everyone heard.

« beep bEEP RICHIE! Shut up, you fucking dipshit! It’s not true! » said the boy as his cheeks were hotter than ever. The others all bursted into laughs as Stan started:

« It’s okay, Eddie. Everyone has their dark secrets. »Eddie wasn’t laughing.

« I’m done, » he started as he was swimming towards the rocks where his stuff were.

« Oh come on, Eddie spaghetti, it was a joke! »

« Screw you, trashmouth, » Eddie snapped as he took his towel and dried his body, then put on his shirt.

« Nice shot, Richie, » Beverly said, disappointing.

« Oh come on guys. I’m not the one who laughed! »The kids all shrugged.

« Do you think he’s mad at us? » asked Bill.

« I don’t know, » answered Beverly. « He seemed cool with us, I think he’s mad at Richie, » she confessed as her gaze flew over everyone’s face to end on Richie’s.

« Don’t look at me like that! »They all looked at him.

« What? » he asked, hesitant . Stan rolled his eyes.

« go talk to him, idiot. » Richie raised his eyebrows.

« Oh my god, this is so stupid. he probably isn’t even mad. » he still stood up and walked/swam towards the huge rock where all of their stuff was.

« where the fuck have you been, Eds? i’ve been looking for you for like, hours! » Richie cried, almost laughing. Eddie looked at him angrily.

« I was here the whole time, dipshit. » the small boy sat up-straight on his bed as he looked at Richie, standing in front of him, in his room. « what the fuck are you doing here? »

« wha… » Richie mumbled, slightly confused. « oh, god, you’re actually mad at me? »

Eddie frowned. « of course i’m… » he stopped here, thinking it over. he wasn’t mad at Richie. « no, » he muttered. Richie frowned, starting to worry.

« are you okay, Eds?»

« don’t call me that, you know I hate it. » Eddie looked at his best friend. « you know what my real bad habbit is, Rich.»

« what do you mean? » Richie asked, genuinely confused.

« i like boys, » Eddie complained in a sight as he hid his face in a pillow.

« Oh come on, Eddie, » Richie exclaimed in exasperation, «this is ridiculous.»

Eddie looked at him, a surprised and offended look on his face. « No it’s not!»

«yes, it is, Eds! stop overthinking it, you’re not alone in the fucking boat!»

«what do you mean?» asked Eddie, unsure.

«i mean,»  answered Richie ,« you’re not the only gay on the planet, Eddie. chill out.»

Eddie looked at his best friend, doubtful. «ugh, fuck you, trashmouth.»

«what!? I’m telling you the truth. you’re talking like you’re the only one on earth going through this, like you were some kind of freak or something.»

Eddie ghasped, offended. «no I’m not! I-» he stopped, then sighted. « I know, I’m sorry. i souldn’t be constantly ranting to you about it, it’s just that you’re the only person im out to - i mean, it’s obvious since you’re my bestfriend - but still, i just don’t really know how to get through it and accept myself and shit. but i mean, - still sh-

« Can I ask you a question? » Richie interrupted the boy next to him.

« You just did, dumbass. »

«…Shut up. »

« What is it? » Eddie said as his curiosity started to grow.

« I- do you- I- I mean… well. Let me start this over. What’s happening between us? »

Eddie closed his mouth. he frowned, not really sure of how to react to that question.

«what do you mean, ‘what is happening to us’?»

«I mean this, Eds.» Richie took Eddie’s hand and kissed him on the cheek. « Why fo we keep doing that? »

now Eddie did not expect that. he unconciously held Richie’s hand.

« Well.. I mean, that was.. a kiss on my cheek? » he asked like it was a trick question.

« Well thanks, captain Obvious. I mean why are we doing this? » Richie answered with a dumb face.

« I don’t know, Richie, why are you asking me this? I was talking, you interrupted me. »

« Because I, I… I don’t think I can keep going like this anymore. » he sighted . « Sometimes I want to kiss you… »

Eddie’s face features softened as he smiled. « Sometimes I want to kiss you too, Chee. »

« Did you just call me 'Chee’? »

Eddie blushed. « Yeah, I like that nickname. It’s cute, isn’t it? »

« You’re cute. »

Eddie blushed harder.

« So… you want to kiss me? »

« Yeah, » Richie answered with a cocky grin.  « I mean, you look a lot like your mother. »

« Shut up, asshole! » Eddie yelled but still laughed. « That’s disgusting. »

Richie laughed, sitting next to Eddie on his bed. Really close.

« Yes, I want to kiss you. Is it a bad thing? »

« I don’t know, » Eddie answered with a toothy grin, « is it? »

Richie leaned closer to Eddie. « Why don’t we try and find out? »

« Good idea. » Eddie did the same.

« Right now? »

« Right now. »

And that was it.

They were kissing.

And Richie put his hand on Eddie’s collarbone and Eddie inserted his right hand  in Richie’s hair and pulled slightly on it and Richie let out an almost inaudible moan and holy fuck it felt amazing.

When Eddie broke the kiss for air, he put his forehead on Richie’s, and smiled. Richie put his hand on the boy’s cheek and brushed his thumb with affection.

« Eddie, you know I love you, right? »

« I love you too, Rich. »

« No, I’m serious. You mean so much to me, Eds. Meeting you, was the best thing that ever happened to me. I can’t even imagine my life without you. » he chuckled. « I know this is fucking corny as hell but I’m serious, I love you so much. » he pecked Eddie’s neck with his lips.

The boy underneath him help his head close to his heart. « I know, Richie, I feel it too. »

« I love you, Eds. »

Not minding the nickname, Eddie kissed Richie’s lips.

« I love you too. »

hOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I swear I’ve been working on this for the past month. please give me your feed back! I need it so I can get better at writing nsjnd anyways I hope you liked it!!

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