Reddie Oneshots

Gotta Catch 'Em All

⚠️Not my story⚠️
🛑The art is mine tho🛑
Found this story on tumblr, written by @pawprinterfanfic

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Eddie Kaspbrak never knew loving someone could hurt so much.

He was eighteen when he found out. It was his first year of college, and his insufferable roommate managed to worm his way into his heart.

(Fuck that guy.)

Richie was everything he should've hated — he was messy, and loud, and annoying. He did hate him. He hated his crude jokes, and his trash mouth, and his smile that caused his heart to skip a beat, and his gorgeous eyes, and his ability to make him laugh at anything, and how his heart was seemingly always in the right place, and—

Yeah. Eddie was a goner.

At eighteen years old, he knew that he was in love with Richie Tozier. Now, at twenty-one, Eddie realized how awful it was.

He was in love with someone who didn't love him back.

It was torture, and Eddie hated it more than he hated much else before. It felt like he was doomed to be friends with the idiot for a long time — which was fantastic because Richie was a great guy — but it also sucked ass, because he really, really, really wanted to kiss him more than any friend should.

Don't get him wrong; he was happy being Richie's friend, because being anything with Richie was worlds better than being nothing with him. He'd gladly silently pine over him for years if it meant he could have his friendship. He was his best friend, and he wouldn't trade that for anything.

Having a massive crush on his roommate may or may not have had anything to do with his current situation, which involved getting dressed up to go dance with a bunch of sweaty adults, drinking alcohol that tasted like shit, and staying out half the night.

"It'll be fun," Richie repeated, following Eddie as he moved around their tiny apartment.

After spending freshmen year living in the college dorms together, they pooled their resources and rented off-property, which was probably one of their better decisions. Usually, they shared one brain cell when they were within ten feet of each other.

"If you say that one more time, I will kill you." Eddie dumped his armful of freshly washed clothing onto the couch before turning to make his way to the kitchen, not stopping to give Richie a spare glance. "It's not going to be fun. Dancing in someone's dark and moist little basement will never be fun. You can quote me on that."

"Please, for the love of god, never say moist again."

Eddie pulled the tag off the bag of bread and plopped two pieces into the toaster. Richie hauled himself onto the counter, his feet swinging back and forth like he was a kid on a swing set.

"Moist is a fine word, Richard. Just like phlegm, and panties, and ointment, and—"

"Ew." Richie gave a violent shudder and sent a sour look at the other man. Eddie tried to keep the corners of his lips from twitching upwards. He found bothering Richie fun. Sue him. "You really know how to kill the mood, don't you, Kaspbrak?"

"There never was a mood, dipshit. Besides, I was just listing a bunch of perfectly normal words in the English language. I didn't know you were going to gag at them."

Richie tried to scowl. Eddie almost would've believed it, save for the smile curling his lips. "I hate you," he said.

Eddie pursed his lips. "Do you, now?"