Reddie Oneshots

(slightly) drunk eddie

smutttttt warninggggg ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ iss cute tho so idk proceed with caution 🥵

found it on ao3 by massomagic

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Richie loves Eddie in all of his forms, though he admittedly has some personal favorites. Like, for example, he loves sleepy-cuddly Eddie on slow weekend mornings or caretaker-extraordinaire Eddie when he comes home after a bad day at work. He loves witty-bantering Eddie, too, even when he starts to morph into spastic-know-it-all Eddie. But there is a special place in Richie's heart for just-a-little-drunk Eddie.

There is something about alcohol that really loosens Eddie up, makes him stop worrying about all of the minute details. He gets loud and over-confident and funny to the point that leaves Richie in genuine hysterics. But most importantly, just-a-little-drunk Eddie is incredibly needy when it comes to Richie. And Richie loves it.

Which is why as the Losers sit around the bar to celebrate Mike's promotion at work, Richie orders another drink for Eddie, though the latter is only halfway done with his first.

"Richie!" Eddie scolds when the drink gets placed in front of him. "Are you trying to get me plastered?"

Yes, Richie thinks, but he doesn't say it out loud. "I'm just trying to be a good hubby, dearest." He plops a sloppy kiss on the side of Eddie's cheek. Stan and Bill make gagging noises at each other while Eddie just laughs. And when Eddie doesn't immediately wipe off his cheek and give his normal "Ew," Richie knows he is on the right track for having a good night.

An hour later, Eddie's cheeks are a rosy red and he cannot stop laughing at everything the others are saying. Richie finds himself unable to do anything but watch Eddie, loving the the way he tilts his head all the way back when he belly laughs, or the way his now glossy eyes seem to sparkle under the bar lights. Richie doesn't know when he became such a sap about Eddie, but he suspects it was a long time ago, and he is far too invested to change anything now.

When Eddie catches Richie's eye he cocks his head slightly and offers up such a sweet smile that it physically takes Richie's breath away.

"You're hot," Eddie says quietly, and the suddenness of the compliment makes Richie laugh out loud.

"Why, thank you." He says between laughs. "You're not too bad yourself."

"No, Richie, I mean it, like you're smoking hot. It's almost annoying."

It's this that Richie loves, the way drunk Eddie can't help himself from showering Richie in compliments.

"I think you're confusing the two of us," Richie says with a smile. Eddie's brows furrow in frustration and he takes Richie's face between his hands.

"Stop it, you're beautiful. You have no idea." Eddie continues to babble on for a while about Richie, and Richie just eats it up. Finally, he can't take it anymore and he presses a soft kiss to Eddie's lips. Eddie hums in surprise, then leans into it, a stark contrast to the way sober Eddie usually put a halt on PDA.

"Gross, guys, get a room," Stan says when their kiss lingers.

Richie breaks away, smiling at the way Eddie pouts at the loss of his lips. "If you wanted to join, Stan, you could have just asked." Richie says.

Stan mutters something like "never in a million years" but Richie isn't really listening as he's so engrossed in the way Eddie is still looking at his lips.

"Alright, we're heading out," Ben says to the group while he hands Bev her coat.

"Us too," Richie and Eddie say at the same time, earning a laugh from the whole table. They smirk slyly at each other, like two idiots in love.