Young and Yearning (IT Imagines and Oneshots).

Reddie; Mess.

A year since It. A whole twelve months since the fight with Pennywise. A lot of good had come out of it. A lot of bad too, but the good overtook is nonetheless. Inches away from death, a truth hit Richie. The truth about his overwhelming infatuation with a small hypochondriac by the name of Edward Kaspbrak. And of course, Eddie knew. And of course, Eddie loved him too. Over the years passing from the fight, were Richie and Eddie brought together - into a relationship.

Richie couldn't get over his luck for the life of him. In his eyes - Eddie was the most perfect human to have ever walked the land, and luckily Richie walked the same land. He was in an overwhelming state of pure love - and he expressed it any way that he could. When Eddie's eyes finally moved past the Trashmouth that Tozier held, and onto what was within. The longing, the fear - and the love. The beautiful, beautiful things that made Richie - well, Richie.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, Eddie had finally returned from his eight hour shift at the Derry Town Diner - and he was, in a couple words; fucking exhausted. What he didn't expect, was his apartment to smell like freshly baked goods. Assorting from cookies to muffins, even to hot cross buns. Eddie breathed in deeply as the overwhelming sweetness filled his lungs.

"Richie, what's going on?" He called into the apartment, to which Richie called back - slightly muffled but there all the same.

"Come find out, Eds."

Eddie did so, traipsing carefully into the apartment and slinging his coat on the rack with a gentle swooshing sound. In the kitchen, Richie was cooking up a storm - and looked like he had been dragged through one, but Eddie appreciated in nonetheless.

"Well, look at you," Eddie giggled, joining Richie in the kitchen and placing a kiss upon his lips.

"Look at me.." Richie replied, smiling widely - before gently placing an apron around Eddie's neck, spinning him around and typing it, all in the blink of an eye, "Bake with me Eds."

Richie handed him a spoon - which had the remains of cookie dough upon it. Richie dragged his finger against the crevice of the spoon, before wiping it onto Eddie's nose. He stared in dismay.

"Fuck you," Eddie giggled, taking a fistful of flour and throwing it in Richie's disaster.

"Oh please.. won't you," Richie replied with a snide smile, lifting Eddie by his waist and propping the small boy onto the island of the kitchen. Richie pressed a passionate kiss against Eddie lips.

"You're a fucking mess, 'Chee.."

"We both are," Richie said, smiling out of the kiss - but his hands remained on Eddie's waist, "How was your day, my love?"

"Better now I saw you.." Eddie giggled. Richie smiled widely.

"Smooth, Kaspbrak - smooth," Richie replied, hopping upon the island next to Eddie and intertwining their fingers. He used his other hand to remove the cookie dough debris from Eddie's nose, to which Eddie brushed the flour from Richie's shoulder.

"I really need to shower," Eddie laughed, picking at his nose - and Richie's failed attempt of cleaning it.

"Can I join you?" He asked, chuckling slightly as Eddie turned a bright red.

"Maybe later, 'Chee," Eddie reassured him. The two chatted absentmindedly for a few moments - before a violent beeping filled the apartment. An unrecognisable beeping. Eddie sniffed as a sour smell filled the air.

"The fuck is that," He asked quickly. Richie breathed in himself.

"Shit."

"What, what?" Eddie's eyes widened.

"I had fucking biscuits in the oven.."

"Dumbass!"

Luckily, the smoke didn't last long. The biscuits were shit, but that didn't matter. What mattered, was their happiness - which was blooming more than ever.

"Now, can I go shower?" Eddie asked softly, bringing his inhaler to his lips and breathing in deeply. Richie nodded, still grinning despite the chaos.

"Oh, 'N Eds?"

"Yeah?" Eddie asked, spinning around one last time before showering.

"I love you."

"I love you too, 'Chee."