Reddie Oneshots

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okay so the each 🌈 is part of the 🌈 series. u read in order of the color of hearts. there are 9 parts (so far) so ill post those. the order ofc being
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💖🤎 so yeah.
on ao3 by iamleavingthisfandom

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It wasn't like it was a big deal or anything.

Except it kind of was.

The Losers were going out, to a nice expensive restaurant, for the first time after they remembered one another, and caught up, and all got caught in messy, messy feelings, and defeated It. And that was good, that was all fine and dandy. They deserved some celebration. Don't get Eddie wrong, he was excited to actually get to know what happened to everyone in the last 27 years without having to worry about a murderous demonic clown.

But him and Richie were now kind-of-maybe-potentially-a-couple, another situation of very messy feelings they definitely needed to talk about. And they just couldn't find the time, not even after they bullied the demonic clown to death. First, there was going to the hospital, then there was getting their lives sorted out, what with them taking quite a long time off their jobs and marriages and everything. For him, he had to go back home to talk about getting a divorce with Myra (check), and maybe quit his job (no check) and maybe start something new (no check at all). Maybe move? He didn't know. It was messy.

Eddie Kaspbrak didn't do messy. He loved Richie's emotional mess, sure, but that was because it was an inherent part of Richie, and everything attached to Richie somehow became a good thing in his eyes. He didn't quite know how, but that was fine.

Plus, Richie seemed surprisingly sure, in a very non-messy way, when it came to his feelings for Eddie, and he made them perfectly clear. That helped.

Still, he didn't like messy, and he was looking forward to finally talking about what the hospital "I love you"s were about, what they meant for them, and how exactly they were planning to get together when he had fucked Richie's mom. That last part he only added when heading to Richie's hotel to calm his nerves. He knew they wouldn't be able to talk until late into the night when Loser's club would part into their respective couples and houses or hotels. Bev would leave with Ben, Bill and Mike would split a ride to the airport — Bill was going back to Audra in England, while Mike was fulfilling his dream of going to Florida. Eddie didn't quite get why they both needed to leave the night after the celebration, but he wasn't about to mind what wasn't his business. They all agreed to regular Skype calls and meet-ups anyway. Stan was going to go back to his hotel to Patty, and that would leave just Eddie and Richie. And then, finally, they were going to be able to talk and decide what the next step should be.

However, that wouldn't happen until everyone was drunk and tired of celebrating and catching up. And there was a lot to catch up about, too. Defeating It sure had an impact on all their lives, but there was no erasing the last three decades either, he thought, straightening his tie while he was in the elevator getting to Richie's floor. The last few days couldn't really make up for how much of each other's lives they had lost.

To be quite honest, he was looking forward to whatever would follow the talk with Richie even more than to sorting their feelings out. He yearned. Oh, he yearned. Pining for 27 years without even realizing it will do that to you.

He felt a bit nervous pressing the doorbell to Richie's room, and chastised himself for it. Richie's confession was as sincere as his own, and he wasn't about to take it back anytime soon, even if they hadn't actually done anything other than confessing.

They should have. Well, they didn't really have the opportunity to, but they definitely should have already done something past confessions.

Richie opened the door, interrupting Eddie's train of thought with his bright grin. That was the first thing Eddie noticed. The second was the nice suit Richie was wearing.