-ˋˏ reality : reddie ˎˊ-

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟡-𝕤𝕡𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕪

Richie sighed as he walked through the aisles with Beverly by his side, his eyes glancing from one product on the shelf to another. "Bev I haven't even asked him out yet," Richie sighed, watching as Bev led him into the makeup section. 

"You will call him when we get home and ask him to come over," Bev shrugged, looking at the various makeup products. 

"I'm not letting him come over when my dad is home. No fucking way," Richie shook his head. 

"Alright well then ask if you can go to his house." 

"You want me to invite myself over?" Richie scoffed. 

"Richie, you literally show up at his house randomly with no warning. You two are super close, just cause you kissed doesn't mean you have to go back to being formal," Bev rolled her eyes. 

"Why did I even tell you about that night," Richie groaned, regretting his decisions. 

"Well first, it's been two weeks and yet y'all haven't even been on a date so you obviously need my help. Second, you love me. Third, you would have to tell someone eventually or you would scream it in the middle of the street from holding it in too long," Bev explained, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

Richie ignored her and instead stopped in front of a clutter of nail polishes on display. "You said he likes painting his nails?" Richie clarified, scanning all of the shades. 

Beverly nodded. "He'll try to deny it but he fucking loves it, it is absolutely adorable." 

Richie smiled a bit. "Cute." 

"I hope you know his favorite color," Beverly said, following Richie's gaze to the dozens of color options. 

Richie bit his lip nervously and picked up a pastel blue bottle, flipping it over to check the price. Bev shook her head. "Richie, Richie, Richie... I thought you were better than this. Your darling boy deserves all the colors his tiny head could imagine." 

Richie met her eyes and grinned mischievously. Richie hastily snatched up some blues, yellows, pinks, purples, and any other color he could find. He quickly stuffed all of the containers into his pocket and nodded to Bev, motioning her out the door. Beverly winked and snatched a pack of cigarettes as she led the way through the exit. The two walked down the road together, Richie whistling and Bev smoking two cigars at once. "Stop trying to show off, Bev, it's not working," Richie chuckled.

"Suck my dick, Tozier," Bev rolled her eyes, taking a puff from both. 

"Gladly, mon amour," Richie replied in a horrid french accent. 

Bev scoffed. "The only dick you should be sucking is Eddie's," She scolded the curly haired boy. 

Richie chuckled. "Eds would kill you if he heard you say that." 

"I don't doubt it. He can barely handle your dirty mind, he doesn't have the sanity to take mine on," Beverly laughed back. 

"Bev should I head over to Eddie's house now?" Richie asked, looking up at the bright morning sky. 

"It's like 9 am, I doubt he's up at this time on a Saturday."

"Exactly," Richie smirked evilly. 

Richie snuck in through Eddie's window 10 minutes later, closing it quietly as to not wake the sleeping lump in the corner of the room. Richie walked over and smiled down at the boy beneath the covers. Eddie's messy morning hair was sprawled out onto the pillow as his chest gently heaved up and down. His eyelashes fluttered every few seconds, and the morning sun beat down on his freckles and tan skin, making his appearance seem golden. Richie smiled down at the small boy and gently tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. Richie carefully climbed over the boy, careful not to wake him. He laid beside Eddie, slipping under the covers. As soon as the new warmth entered the bed, Eddie immediately turned around in his sleep, snuggling closer to the source of comfort and heat. Richie hummed happily as he wrapped his arms around Eddie, and felt his cheeks heat up as he felt Eddie's small fists ball of the front of his t-shirt, trying to pull himself closer. "Eds," Richie kissed the top of Eddie's head, reaching up to trace small circles on his bare arm.