Reddie Oneshots

cuddles

found it on tumblr, same author (secretblog1212)

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When Eddie woke up he could feel a weight on his chest through his lower torso. It wasn't a weight that made him have trouble breathing but he could definitely tell it was there.
   He forced his eyes open against the light of the light of the TV repeating the play screen of whatever he and Richie were watching. He glanced down.

   Richie was laying between his legs and up onto his chest, His face smushing into Eddies collar bone leaving his glasses lopsided. His face was hidden, tucked into the side of Eddie's neck, He could feel Richie's breathes against his skin. In. Out. In. Out.

   Eddie couldn't help the smile that slowly spread across his face. The other losers would never believe him if he tried to tell them how sweet Richie's was when they were alone. He would sit holding Eddie's hand and playing with his fingers, moving them back and forth. He was actually really clingy and craved touch more often than not, Eddie didn't want to think to hard on why after Richie had told him about how his mom had never really payed much attention to him unless she was telling him off for something..

   Eddie didn't want to think about that right now, back to cute things about Richie. He thought about how Richie would lay his head down in his lap when he would want to just sit and watch a movie or the clouds or anything really. He thought about how Richie would get all flustered when the others saw them doing something couple-like.

   Eddie was struck with the memory of why Richie was over here in the first place, He and his mom had gotten into another fight. This one must of been worse than others because Richie had seemed more upset than he usually would. He hadn't wanted to talk about it when he had climbed up Eddie's window at twelve something this morning, and Eddie wasn't about to force him too. Eddie had thrown in a movie, and let Richie lay on him and shove his face into Eddie's chest. Eddie could remember playing with Richie's curls until they had fallen asleep.
   He wanted to keep Richie here with him but it was four in the morning and he knew his mom would come to check on him in two hours.

   The question was how to wake Richie up? He wanted him to be happy when he woke up but Richie wasn't a morning person. He had to be waken up just right for him to even function for the first hour after he had waken up.

   Eddie thought on that for a few minutes absentmindedly running his fingers through Richie's hair before he had thought up just how he would wake his precious trash-mouthed boyfriend up.
   It wasn't really a secret between the losers that Richie was more than a bit ticklish. Richie was probably the second most ticklish of all the losers, behind Eddie himself of course. Not many dared to tickle him, his revenge was not with the benefit most of the time. The only one who could maybe get away with it was Stan because his revenge was worse then even Richie's.
   He glanced down straining his neck to see the peaceful figure sleeping on his chest one last time before a devious smile spread across his face. He moved his hand from Richie's hair, under his shirt and onto his ribs, a near death spot for Richie.

   He slowly began to ghost his fingers between each rib, scraping his nails along where the bones would poke out. Back and forth. Back and forth.

   He could feel Richie tense and squirm away.

   Eddie, once again straining his neck to see the way Richie's nose would scrunch up and the small smile forming across his face. He loved watching the way Richie's face would change when he was laughing. Really laughing.

   Eddie moved his fingers farther up Richie's ribs. He could feel little huffs of breath against his neck, not long after were tiny, quiet giggles. Richie shoved his face into Eddie's shoulder, and moved his hand from near Eddie's shoulder to his wrist. He wasn't really pushing away, just holding on to it. Eddie would have to think more on that later.

   As Richie's squirming and giggles were becoming more profound Eddie could tell he had limited time before Richie woke up. Within the two minutes he had had left Richie had turned onto his side, sliding off Eddie's chest and onto the bed next to him rubbing the ghost feeling of Eddie's fingers still on him.

   Eddie turned on his left side and looked at him. His cheeks were flushed and there was an imprint from the folds in Eddie's shirt had been on his right cheek. His glasses had mostly righted themselves in the shift but his hair was all over the place.
   "Why Ed's, what a wake up call." He said fighting off residual giggles.
   "What? I like seeing you smile trash-mouth, what can I say."

   Eddie and Richie smiled at each other in a way Bev would describe as disgustingly lovesick.
   As an afterthought Eddie added "And don't call me Eds." 'Just for good measure,' he thought.
   Richie laughed to himself, "Okay love, but I know you love it." And Eddie could find anything that he could truthfully say to refute it.