Reddie Oneshots

insecure richie 🥺🥺

found it on tumblr, by sunxcherries
it went from zero to 100 real quick (theres smut at the end)

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Everyone Richie is friends with knows that Richie is taken because he never shuts up about Eddie. He'll drop out of a video game round to text with him, will run over to his dorm if Eddie is feeling bad, and makes sure to tell Eddie all the time just how much he loves him.

He's never necessarily doubted their relationship, but sometimes he wonders if Eddie feels it as deeply as he does.

Eddie became a social butterfly when they left for college, and whenever they go out together, Eddie gets hit on by a couple of guys every time. He knows it's not Eddie's fault, shit, Richie's would hit on him too, but he can't help the irritation that bubbles up inside of him when Eddie smiles back at whoever's flirting with him, even when he ultimately tells them he's taken. Richie knows he shouldn't be mad, and he knows that Eddie loves him more than anything. He just feels like he takes it more seriously than Eddie does.

Eddie doesn't notice until Richie has a really bad day, huddled underneath his covers and scrolling on his phone. He's gotten a couple of texts from Eddie that he's seen but hasn't opened, which is why he's surprised when the door to his single opens and Eddie walks in. He doesn't have his glasses on, but he'd recognize his boyfriend's blurry figure anywhere.

"You gave me a key for a reason, Richie." Eddie walks over to the bed and sets something down on the nightstand. "I brought you a coffee. It's the fancy one you like from that independent place."

Richie sits up, grabbing his glasses from his nightstand and putting them on. "But that place is a ten-minute walk away from here. You didn't even get anything."

Eddie shrugs, blushing a little. "It's worth it to me."

Richie grabs the cup and takes a sip, and he swears it hits his soul. Eddie climbs into bed next to him, cuddling up next to his side and throwing his arm around him.

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" Eddie asks softly.

"It's stupid," Richie says, taking another sip of his coffee. "I know it's not true. It doesn't even matter."

Eddie pulls Richie's chin around so they're looking at each other, rubbing his thumb across Richie's cheek. "Richie, it doesn't matter if it's stupid. It's still the way you feel."

Richie clutches the drink in his hand and takes a deep breath.

"Sometimes... when I see other guys flirting with you," Richie explains, and Eddie stays right where he is, listening closely. "I feel like you don't take this relationship as seriously as I do."

Eddie's eyes widen, but he doesn't say a word. Now that Richie's started, he can't stop.

"Like, I know I shouldn't be worked up about it. But all my friends know that I'm taken because I never shut up about you, and you have all these guys flirting with you all the time and you just laugh it off. Look, Eds, you're–you're it for me, I think. And it's okay if that's not, ya know, how you feel, but I just wanna know now if we like. Need to have a talk."

Eddie's staring at him, his face soft. "Shit, Richie," he swallows, rubbing the end of Richie's t-shirt between his fingers.

Richie sets his drink down and puts his hand over Eddie's, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "I just don't wanna lose you."

"You won't," Eddie assures, lacing their fingers together. "Richie, fuck. You won't."

Richie nods, and Eddie continues. "I'm sorry I made you feel like that. If anyone ever tried to make a serious advance on me, you know I'd shut them down. And in the future, I'll make sure to be clearer about it." Eddie brushes a loose curl back behind Richie's ear, squeezing his hand. "I love you so much. I have since we were kids, Rich. You're it for me too."

And Richie has to kiss him then, because he's never loved anything as much as he loves Eddie. Eddie starts tugging on his hair, rucking his shirt up to touch smooth skin, and Richie laughs against his lips.

"Maybe you should get me a shirt that says Property of Richie Tozier on it," Eddie teases, kissing Richie's jaw and sliding his hand under the waistband of Richie's basketball shorts.

"Fuck, don't tempt me."

Eddie smiles against his neck. "Just a thought."

Richie bucks up into Eddie's hand as Eddie jerks him off nice and slow, whispering in Richie's ear all the things he loves about him, and when Richie comes, there are tears in his eyes. Eddie cleans him up and keeps leaving kisses all over his face and neck, and the weight of his body against Richie is comforting. He's just started to drift off when he hears Eddie mumble something.

"Hm?"

"I was serious about the shirt."