Reddie Oneshots

bring it on home to me

i found it on twitter but i sadly couldnt find the author after i closed out :(
if anyone knows it lemme know

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Richie's surprised at how many days it takes Eddie to notice.

It's not like Richie is doing it to get Eddie's attention, either, but it does seem like something Eddie would've noticed right away. Eddie's a bit of a stickler for aesthetics. He's got to have everything in perfect alignment with the next, and if it doesn't look right it's coming down. Decorating their first apartment had been a nightmare. Designing their wedding was hell.

But Richie loves what Eddie loves. And if that's making sure that their brand new sink for the guest bedroom was exactly in between the mirror and the toilet, then so be it. Richie will do fucking anything for his husband.

"Richie, make sure you take your ring off! I don't want it falling down the drain..." Eddie says, walking past the bathroom. Richie's laying down on the ground, trying to make sure the water line is hooked up all the way to the sink. If they turn the water back on and this fucker isn't attached properly...

"Richie, did you hear me?" Eddie says. He's in the entryway now. Arms crossed. There's paint splatters all over his shirt that match their living room; that's Eddie's project for the day.

"I did, I did." Richie says, sitting up. He reaches to pluck his ring off of his right hand and throws it to Eddie, who scrambles to catch it.

"Jesus, moron! What if I didn't catch it!"

"You would've. I trust you."

Eddie huffs, clearly annoyed, but he's smiling. Marital bliss, and all that. Richie feels so warm.

"Anyways, you do know the ring's supposed to go on your other hand, right? I'm pretty sure the minister, like, showed us how to do it when we got married."

Richie smiles, wide and bright. He can't ever contain it. God, it's only been, like, two months of marriage. He'll never get over it. He'll be old and grey and still over the moon at being married to Eddie.

"Yeah, we did." It only half makes sense but Eddie laughs anyways. Richie loves Eddie's laugh.

"Whatever, just put it on the right hand next time." Eddie goes to leave and well -- he gave Richie a great gift.

"Right hand, got it."

Eddie tenses and he can almost hear the oh no that must be going through his mind.

"No, the left hand."

"But you said right hand!"

"Right as in correct!"

"The right hand is the correct hand. Gotcha."

Eddie giggles, trying to control his face.

"The left hand is the right one." His face sours as he realizes his mistake.
"Oooh, slip of the ol' tongue there, friend!" Richie jokes and Eddie laughs again, shaking his head.

"You're so insufferable."

"Ouch, that sucks. Because we're married. Can't get out of this one so easy, can ya, Eds Spagheds?"

"I want a divorce." Eddie tries to deadpan, but he's smiling. Always smiling. Richie stands up, his back cracking with the movement after laying on the tile floor for over twenty minutes, and goes over to Eddie. He puts his hands on Eddie's face, pulling him closer, and presses a soft, sweet kiss to his mouth. Then another.

Another, another, another.

There was a commercial on the TV that Richie's had stuck in his head since he was a kid, about how sugar is bad for you. If it rhymes with gross, then you know you can't eat it! Sucralose, fructose, glucose...

Eddie's the grossest. The most addictive kind of sweet, sugary treat Richie's ever come across.

"Okay, big man," Eddie pulls back, one hand on Richie's chest, the other still holding Richie's ring. "I gotta get back to painting. I'm putting this with my ring on our dresser in our bedroom, in your stupid little dinosaur dish."

Richie gasps. "How dare you call Rexie stupid! He was seventy-five percent off at Francesca's over Christmas! He is my platonic soulmate!"

Eddie bites his cheek, hiding his grin. "Whatever, Richard. Rexie will guard our rings."
"This is just like in Land Before Time: The Secret of Saurus Rock."

Eddie sighs, walking away. "The kids get lost in that one. Bad comparison."
Richie fucking loves his husband.

He loves him so much, in fact, that he finishes the new sink and installs the rest of the art on the walls and cleans up after himself without stopping. By the time he leaves the guest bathroom for good, the living room is done being painted, as well, and Richie can hear the shower running upstairs.

He fucking loves being married.

By the time he's up the stairs and walking into their bedroom, the shower's off, and Richie can barely feel a spark of disappointment before Eddie is walking out, still a little wet, in just a towel. Marital fucking bliss.

Eddie sees him and moves across the carpet. He's only a little damp so their carpet is spared the damage, but he does leave little footprints behind him. They share a kiss before Eddie sidles by him towards the dresser, opening up the top drawer and pulling out what Eddie affectionately calls "Richie's Cool Dad Phase" shirt. He has multiple. This one has Super Grover on the front and falls a bit past Eddie's waist. Eddie, tragically, pulls on some underwear, too.

Richie goes over to Rexie the dinosaur dish and picks up their rings, handing Eddie his and slipping his own onto his right ring finger. Eddie notices him, of course.
"Alright, I know we were joking earlier, but can you please put it on the left hand? People, like, check there to see if people are married. They do a whole ring check." Eddie says and Richie pouts.

There's music playing from their speakers. Richie's album collection has been messed up a bit, the C's rifled through. Bring your sweet lovin', bring it on home to me...
"But Eddie! I like it because when we hold hands the rings clink together."
Eddie looks at him, blinking, a bit stupefied. "What?"

Richie moves to stand next to him and grabs Eddie's left hand in his right. Their rings make a gentle tapping sound when they touch and Eddie stares at their grasp.
"When we hold hands the rings touch. I love that." Richie presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek. "Please?" He draws the word out like a child and Eddie huffs a strained laugh, and Richie notices he's close to crying. "Eddie?"

"Shut up. Oh my fucking God, that's so stupid." Eddie's voice is thick with unshed tears. "Oh my God." He's scrunching his entire face up with the effort of not crying.
Richie smiles, moving his other hand to Eddie's waist and pulling him close. He tucks his head next to his husband's and begins to sway them to the tune of Sam Cooke's gorgeously smooth voice.

"You're so ridiculous," Eddie whispers. Richie hums back.
"I know you are but what am I?"

They both laugh. The sun's setting, and it glows orange and yellow in the room, soft shadows cast from the half-set blinds.

"I think we're both just hopelessly in love," Eddie says, kissing Richie's neck.

"Gross," Richie says, pulling back and kissing his husband, sweet. Sugar sweet. Eddie kisses him again but they're both smiling too much for it to be much of anything. It's still Richie's favorite kiss so far. No, wait, this one is. No, this one. No, this one. Oh, definitely this one...

Their rings clink together as they dance in their room