Kisses | Reddie

fifteen ☆ i didn't see you there

by: jacobperalta on ao3 (all credit goes to them xoxo)

We got some reddie and some stenbrough!!

Soulmate!au (The tattoo they have is the first words their soulmate's say to them)

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Stanley Uris and Richie Tozier were the weirdest set of friends. They always argued and barely agreed on anything, but somehow, they managed to be best friends. They met at the young age of 8 when Richie saved Stanley from bullies, and since then, they've been best friends. Now 15 years later, here they were, standing in the middle of their new apartment.

"You know, Stan, I never imagined this actually happening, but here we are. This definitely deserves a celebration." Richie said, pulling a bottle of champagne and two glasses from behind his back.

He stretched his arm out to give one of the glasses to Stanley, exposing a neat handwriting that could read: "I agree, Africa is definitely one of the best songs ever written." Stanley chuckled a bit at the silliness of the text despite having seen it a thousand times, it never got old. His eyes traveled the tattoo he got the day he turned sixteen. For probably the billionth time, he read "I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there." He sighed, it was so boring in comparison to Richie's that he couldn't help but be disappointed by the normality of it. Was his soulmate going to be boring? What if they found him boring and wouldn't want to spend the rest of their life with him? He shuddered at the thought.

"Hey, earth to Stan the man? I want my dude back." Richie annoyingly waved his hands in front of Stanley's face, almost hitting him.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry I'm here."

"Were you thinking about me and your mother together again? Dude, I said sorry like a
millio-OW." Stanley punched Richie on the shoulder before he could finish his sentence.

"Let's have this drink, shall we?" The curly-haired boy grinned.

"Yeah yeah, no need to punch me though. I mean, unless you're into that, I'm not
kinkshami-OW STANLEY COME ON!"

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"BILL, WHERE ARE MY CROCS?"

"Hopefully in the trash." Bill sighed, "I don't understand why you keep on wearing them, you're a grown man who should know better."

"Billiam, how dare you make fun of my grown man croc's, you're the one who should know better." Eddie said, trying to look menacing, but failing miserably since he was 5'8 while Bill was 6'1 and had a face as scary as a teddy bear.

Eddie Kaspbrak and William "Bill" Denbrough were childhood best friends. They've been friends for what seemed like the beginning of time. They could only remember Bill giving Eddie his last piece of chocolate in preschool and the rest was history. They had lived with each other in this apartment for three years now, but from age 16 to 19, Eddie had lived in Bill's house after his mother kicked him out for being gay. It was never an issue in the Denbrough household since Bill had come out a few months earlier as pansexual.

"Eddie, please, I am not having this conversation. Not again." The tall boy shook his head, smiling. "In other news, I believe I almost met my soulmate today."

"How can you almost meet your soulmate?"

"Well, I hit another girl's cart with mine when I was buying groceries earlier, and she said "don't worry, it happens to everyone" after I apologized."