oh my god ed

Eddie: *falls off his bike*


Richie: oh my god eds are you okay? Let me help you!


Eddie: *holding back tears* DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME RICHIE IM A GROWN MAN!

“I’m Not Gay”

Edit- I have changed a little of this bc when I first posted there were some similarities on a paragraph to another story. And even though I didn’t copy it, I still felt awful that it was so similar so I’ve decided to edit mine.

Pairing: Reddie
A/N: This is my first Reddie fic and it was supposed to go in a different direction but we ended up here. I don’t love it but I don’t hate it. ALRIGHT SO! Both boys are in college in this so around 19-20. It’s not quite smut but it is about friends with benefits so.
Summary: Fuck, when did Richie catch feelings for his best friend. This was just supposed to be some casual fucking.
Words: 1,200+


This should’ve been like every other time. Eddie beneath him, a mixture of curses and Richie’s name spilling out in moans. This time though, his kisses seemed sweeter and his hands roamed longer. He was taking in everything. From the look on Eddie’s face to the curls sticking to his forehead.

He was beautiful.

Richie couldn’t get enough. They had been, for lack of better phrasing, friends with benefits for awhile now. It started on a tipsy night last semester, neither boy had really planned for it to continue but here they were. Richie literally balls deep in Eddie. 


As he looked at the small lad beneath him, he felt his heart race. He wanted more. Maybe now wasn’t the time to be having an epiphany but seeing Eddie begging for him and knowing only he could make him feel that way really got Richie hot. 

Maybe it was the pleasure pooling in his stomach talking but he never wanted another name to fall from those lips. 


“Richie faster p-please.” Richie groaned, hearing how much Eddie wanted him was almost enough to push him over the edge but he always did as he was told. He quickened his pace. 


“As you wish, Eds." 

"Don’t…oh my god,” Eddie moans “call me that.” Richie smirked, “I make you feel this good and still can’t call you Eds?” once again quickening his thrusts. Eddie grabbed a fist full of Richie’s shirt. His moans quickly turning to full on screams. Richie loving every sound.

Before long they were both entangled on the bed breathless. Eddie’s head resting on Richie’s chest.

“Gross, your shirt is soaked in sweat. You should’ve just taken it off.”

“But then you wouldn’t have anything to hold onto.” Richie gave a smug smile, 

“Besides, you weren’t feeling foreplay today so I figured we’d just get to the fun part.” He leaned down a placed a small kiss on Eddie’s temple before removing the disgusting shirt and tossing it across the room.

The after cuddles were starting to become Richie’s favorite part of all this. Although the sex was extraordinary. He tightened his arms around Eddie’s petite waist, as his fingers swirled cute designs on the small of Eddie’s back. Eyes closed just enjoying the intensity of Eddie’s skin on his. It was like a small fire beneath his finger tips. He could practically feel the sparks.

Fuck, when did his life turn into such a damn rom com? Here he was pining over his best friend who was painfully oblivious. His inner monologue getting interrupted by small hums. Eddie was nuzzling his face further into Richie’s now bare chest. Content. He would describe them as content. He thought he might die right here. Eddie was just too damn cute. He probably didn’t even realize how much this was killing Richie. Being so close physically yet so far emotionally.

“I love you.”

The words flew out like vomit. No warning and leaving an awful taste in his mouth. FUCK. Did that really just come out of him? Richie could feel his heart beating through his chest. If his rib cage wasn’t there he was sure it would’ve burst through his skin.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion. His breath hitched as Eddie moved his head to stare into Richie’s eyes.

“W-what?” his voice cracking with uncertainty. Richie didn’t know how to respond so he didn’t. Both boys just staring in silence. Neither of them wanting to be the next to speak. After what could’ve been ages, the silence had become unbearable.

“Richie…” Eddie’s tone was stern, he wanted answers, “what did you say?” The terrified boy below him was shaking. He broke away from Eddie’s gaze. The feeling of tears started to well up behind his eyes. He would not cry right now, not in front of Eddie.

He cleared his throat, pulling himself together. “Oh, ya know Eds. Love ya and all that. You’re my best friend.” It was a long shot but Richie had to try to mend this situation. Eddie only stared.

“No, that’s not what you said.”

“It’s basically what I said.”

“Trashmouth, I’m gonna need you to not fucking lie to me right now.” Eddie had sat up by now, legs crossed beside his boy. Richie just laid there, arms around himself instead of Eddie. The wall must’ve been the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Have you ever just decided FUCK IT? Richie has.

“I said…I’m madly and utterly in love with you. My dear Eddie Spaghetti. I’m not sure when this changed from a casual fuck to much much more. But here I am. Dying to be this close to you for the rest of my days. Look at those lips! I wanna kiss them every day. Cute dates? You got it baby! Hands cold? Use mine to warm them! Jesus Eddie, I just wanna scream to the world that you’re mine. I know this is unrequited but I guess my heart needed to speak up before my brain could interfere. Regardless of anything I just hope we can still be friends and that I didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

Richie took in a much needed breath and finally tore his gaze from the wall. Eddie’s face was unreadable. His eyes wide and mouth agape. Now was not a time that Richie could handle the silence. He gave up.

“I’m sorry Eds, uh I mean Eddie. I’ll let myself out. I shouldn’t have just thrown this all on you.” He was off the bed and scrambling to find his clothes in seconds. Eddie, still speechless, didn’t stop him. The tears finding their way back to his eyes. Richie couldn’t bring himself to fight them back this time. He just let them fall.

Having finally dressed himself he turned back to Eddie one last time. Then headed for the door. His tear stained cheeks breaking Eddie’s heart.

“You idiot, Trashmouth.” Richie stopped, hand on the door. He knew he was an idiot, especially to think that just maybe they could be together.

“This is your room dumbass.” Eddie stood, walking to Richie. He took his hand off the handle and held it within his own. “You’re also an idiot for thinking, even for a second, that I wouldn’t feel the same.”

“But, but you didn’t say anything.”

“I was…pausing for dramatic effect. I, uh, also couldn’t believe you felt the same. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for weeks. I am so sorry I made you cry, babe.” Eddie’s thumb wiping away the stray tears Richie had let fall. He cupped his face, pulling him down for a sweet kiss. Richie’s face broke into the largest smile he’s probably ever had. He kissed back with all the emotion he could muster.

This kiss.

This was his favorite. In the past, their kisses had been rushed, hungry, needy. Both just needing to get their rocks off. Not this time though, this time it was slow and soft. Eddie’s arms around his neck and Richie’s snaked around Eddie’s waist. You could feel the love within this kiss. Each boy smiling, and excited for this new chapter of their lives.

“I’m not gay.” Eddie said breaking away but his smile never left.

“My dick was literally in your ass half an hour ago.” Eddie’s face went red.

“Beep beep Richie,” Eddie laughed, “I love you Trashmouth Tozier.”

“I love you too, my Eddie Spaghetti.”


A/N: Thank you so much for reading. Please feel free to message me about this, I know I’m not a great author so critic is greatly appreciated. AH I love this pairing. Let me know if you want more fics! I plan to write more :)

  • Ed: [Points a gun at Oswald] I am not letting you get away this time.
  • Oswald: [Kicks the gun out of Ed hand and kicks Ed to the ground]
  • Oswald: [Picks up the gun] that makes two of us
  • Oswald: [Fires the gun]
  • Oswald: [Looks at gun] what the hell?
  • Ed: OH MY GOD!!! YOU REALLY WANTED TO SHOOT ME!! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU WERE ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME!!
  • Oswald: [Looks inside gun] BLANKS??? YOU HAVE BEEN CHASING ME AROUND FOR 2 DAYS STRAIGHT WITH A GUN FULL OF BLANKS??!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU??
  • Ed: WELL I WASNT ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL YOU!!
  • Oswald: [Looks confused as fuck] WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WERE'NT ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME???
  • Ed: I THOUGHT WE WERE JUST PLAYING A GAME WHERE I CHASE YOU AROUND THE CITY THAN YOU CHASE ME AROUND THE CITY PRETENDING WE WANT TO KILL EACH OTHER OH MY GOD YOU REALLY WANTED ME TO DIE
  • Oswald: WHAT IN GODS NAME MADE YOU THINK I KNEW WE WERE PLAYING A GAME??!!
  • Ed: I JUST THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING A GOOD ACTOR!!!
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I’m warning you. Don’t touch me again… I get the wrong idea.

All I’m saying is if in season 7 the Acorn Hall scene with Gendry and Arya happens while Ed Sheeran sings the “My Featherbed” song, my soul is going to leave this plane of existence.