Richie grinned as the sharp sound of the doorbell rang through his deserted house. He abandoned his comic to his bed and got up, taking the stairs two at a time to reach his best friend. He opened the door, gaze falling on a pink-cheeked Eddie waiting impatiently on the other side. Without giving him a chance to speak, Eddie pushed past Richie and into the house.
"It's fucking freezing out there," He mumbled. Richie shut the door on the icy chill attempting to sneak in from outside and instead turned his attention to the boy standing in front of him.
"Yowza! You wear those shorts just for me, Eds?" He exclaimed. Eddie was wearing his beloved red shorts along with a blue hoodie covering the white polo Richie knew would be underneath. The shorter rolled his eyes.
"No I was saving them for your sister." He deadpanned, before adding "What do you think,"
Eddie immediately cringed, realising he just admitted he had, in fact, worn them for Richie, and changed the subject.
"We gonna watch that movie or what?" He asked, kicking his shoes off. Richie led the way to his front room, bowl of
microwave popcorn ready on the coffee table, and Eddie collapsed onto the sofa. Richie inserted the VHS tape into the reader, and the movie began to play. He joined Eddie on the sofa, kicking his feet up next to him.
Richie had rented the new horror movie, Misery, the day before, and it had been a challenge not to watch it the second he stepped through his front door. He was thankful now, however. Watching it without Eddie wouldn't have been quite the same. Soon, they were well into the movie and Eddie had curled his legs underneath him and was clutching a pillow to his chest. Even Richie had to suppress a shiver when the woman - Annie - suddenly lost it, screaming at the writer who had no choice but to stay in the prison.
He glanced at Eddie, studied the way his focus was fully on the screen, traced the movement as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, wondered how it would feel to curl up against him. His cheeks flushed red, and he forced himself to look back at the TV. These thoughts were not uncommon in Richie's mind when it came to Eddie. Ever since that dreaded day the younger boy had joined him in the hammock, Richie had been craving Eddie's touch. Every time he was close to him, all he wanted was to run his hands through that neatly combed hair or feel the warmth of Eddie's hand in his own. He usually settled for ruffling his hair or just pinching his cheek.
They both winced as Annie tied Paul to the bed, and the camera cut to the mallet securely held in her right hand. Eddie jumped as it came crashing down, the crunching of bones following soon after. Richie saw his chance.
"Awh, you scared Eds? Need me to comfort you?" Richie cooed, shifting closer to Eddie and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Don't call me that," Eddie huffed, but made no further objections. They sat in silence for a while longer, Eddie supposedly focused on the movie whilst Richie was completely absorbed in the fact he had his arm around Eddie. Eddie! And once more, the asthmatic boy didn't seem at all bothered by it. Richie smiled, unable to help himself, and relaxed a little.
The sheriff appeared at the door on screen, and Eddie sucked in a breath.
"Come on, find him," He encouraged the character under his breath, sinking back into Richie's hold in suspense. Richie tightened his arm around the smaller boy, also nervous about the film, so that their sides were pressed together. The sheriff soon found Paul, both boys cheering when he did. That was, until, a hole was blown through his stomach as Annie appeared on the other side. Eddie gasped, the two instinctively curling in towards each other, and he ended up pressing his
face into Richie's shoulder as a fight broke out on the television.
"Tell me if he wins," Eddie spoke, voice muffled by the fabric of Richie's shirt. All the other could muster in return was a breathless 'will do'.
Much to Richie's dismay, the movie soon ended and he untangled himself from Eddie in order to turn the TV off. He made for the doorway, expecting Eddie to follow him to his bedroom as they had planned to have a sleepover, but the brunette grabbed his hand before he could go far.
"Let's stay here for a bit," He said it like a question. Richie sat next to him again, and Eddie quickly cuddled up to him, similarly to how they had before. Except this time it was willing. It couldn't be blamed on being too focused on the movie to realise or needing to cover your eyes with something. This time it was real.
"I'm cold, and you're warm," Eddie murmured after Richie stayed unmoving, expression hidden in Richie's neck. Snapping out of his shock, Richie threaded an arm underneath Eddie's own and around his back. He felt the shorter boy relax at the touch.
"You don't need an excuse," Richie smirked.
"Whatever," Eddie responded.
Hesitantly, the taller boy raised his free hand to Eddie's hair, combing through it once before deciding not to entertain the thought that Eddie might actually be comfortable with it - or go as far as to think Eddie might actually want him to do it. He was proven wrong when Eddie wordlessly grabbed his hand and guided it back to his hair. Richie couldn't help but grin as he began to sift through the soft strands. Eddie hummed into Richie's shoulder.
"Feel good?" He grinned.
"Don't let it go to your head, Trashmouth," Eddie hissed, but there was no venom to it. Even if there had been, what he said next would've rendered it pointless. "Can we sleep here tonight? Uh- if you want. It might be easier,"
Richie allowed his mind to wander to what it might be like to fall asleep with Eddie wrapped around him, to wake up in a similar position. There was no way in hell he was saying no.
Richie ended up falling asleep first, one hand still in Eddie's hair and the other secure around his waist. He was stretched out on the sofa, Eddie in his lap tracing patterns onto his forearm with his head on Richie's shoulder. It didn't take long for the soothing rise and fall of Richie's chest to gently lull him to sleep as well. And, if they woke up the next morning and still refused to move from the sofa, neither said a word to the rest of the Losers when they questioned how the film was the next day.
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it feels fucking crazy to be updating this again after such a long time, but i hit 200k a while ago and idk i feel like i gotta post at least once
this is actually a repost from my ao3 lol
hope you enjoy and tysm for 200k <3
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Fanfiction[NO LONGER UPDATING] "It is in that moment, holding hands with Richie and staring at the dreamy sky that i realise. Shit. I've caught feelings for my best friend." reddie oneshots for when you're feeling sad i write these at midnight when i'm litera...
