Reddie Smut | I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

five - No Nut November

Song: Wait a Minute! - Willow Smith
Word count: 3,063
A/n: yes, this was started in November. who do you take me for? we ALL know richie tozier participates in no nut november. why wouldn't he?

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"Dude, Eddie is literally so hot. I don't even think he realizes it, honestly." Richie sighed, letting his head fall into his hands. He closed his eyes and the only thing he could see was Eddie on his knees in front of him, big doe-eyes gazing up at him, waiting for an approval. Richie groaned, "It's No Nut November, man. I cant take this shit."

"And why are you telling me this, again?" Ben laughed, shaking his head at Richie's words. "Because you're like the only person I can talk to other than Bev and Stan, Bev'll just go off and tell Eddie that I like him in secret and I don't want that shit. Stan will literally just roll his eyes and go back to reading his dorky little bird book." Ben just nodded, patting Richie's shoulder.

"And, you're good at writing poems. I wanna write Eddie one, to slip into his locker." Richie spoke hopefully, ready to get on his knees and beg the shorter. "You know how you won Bev over with yours, I wanna win Eddie over with one. Please, Benny?"

Ben sighed, leaning back in his seat to think it all over. Richie really wasn't the poem type of person, he was more of the 'I'm going to tell you I like you to your face' type. Richie must really like Eddie, Ben thought. He prepared himself for Richie's reaction, it was sure to be big.

"Yeah, yeah, i'll help you write a poem for Eddie." Richie jumped up in excitement, throwing his arms around Ben's neck and hugging him so tight Ben thought he'd pass out from not being able to breathe. Ben just patted his back and chuckled, trying to wiggle out of Richie's death-grip. "Oh!" Richie shouted, releasing Ben from his arms. "My bad, Haystack. Forgot about these guns here, nearly killed you." He said, flexing the muscles that were just barely there. Ben just shook his head playfully, walking away to grab a card and pen for Richie to write with.

"Does this sound good?" Richie asked, showing Ben the card with the short poem he wrote on it. Ben looked it over and bit his lip to stifle his laughter, nodding quickly. "Yeah, looks fine to me, Rich."

Richie grinned, slipping the card into his pocket and hugging Ben once more, softer than last time. "You're a life-saver, Ben. Thanks for helping me, I appreciate it more than you know, kind sir. Bye, love you." He said and walked out of Ben's house, heading to his own.

The next day at school, Richie couldn't wait to slip the poem into Eddie's locker. He made sure the hallway was empty before finding his way to Eddie's locker, pushing the small card through the grates and making his way to class, only ten minutes late.

He waited for the perfect opportunity to watch Eddie pick up the card that fell out of his locker from a distance, his shorts allowing a small amount of his ass to peak out from under the fabric of his small shorts. "Christ--" Richie breathed, unable to tear his eyes away from Eddie's plump ass in those shorts. Well, not until Eddie began to read the card, his eyebrows pulling together when he finished. He began to look around, confused as to who put a 'secret admirer' poem in his locker. Richie watched him purse his lips, then smile softly and close his locker; folding the card and sticking it in his fanny pack.

At lunchtime, all the losers sat at their usual lunch table, chatting and complaining about homework until Eddie pulled the haiku out of his fanny pack and slapping it on the table. "So, someone wrote me a poem. It's a little weird if you ask me, but i'm pretty sure they mean well." He spoke, sliding it over to Bev when she held out her hand. Richie's knee began to bounce as he grew anxious, she was sure to know it was Richie, why wouldn't she? She read it over and laughed, meeting eyes with Richie and handing it to Stan when he set his book down to silently ask for it with his palm.