#reddiefic

It would mean a lot if you checked it out.

I try to update every Friday, ovbiously late today but I just wanted to make sure that it was good enough to publish.

Anyway if you do check it out and like it, I do have a completed Reddie fic that you can read while waiting for me to update.

Summary: 

You're bleeding but you aren't thinking about dying.

The fight with Pennywise ended a brutal one. With Eddie barely surviving, Richie felt broken inside as he and Bev sat in the waiting room of Derry Town Hospital. Bev had pieced together Richie's feelings - and had since claimed that she knew from the beginning. Richie dismissed that however, his voice low and husky - and his eyes on the verge of tears. A nurse in a white smock, and holding a clipboard emerged from the hallway, and Richie stood up suddenly - almost like clockwork.

"Mr Tozier, Ms Marsh?" The nurse began, "He's ready for you,"

In the blink of an eye, Richie had rushed to Eddie's hospital room. Bev traipsed slowly, remaining in the doorway of the room and watching the two men quietly. Richie stood over Eddie's bed in silence, as Eddie's vision cleared and he saw Richie standing over him.

"Rich-" Eddie began, before being shortly cut off -  in a whirlwind of words, emotions and sobs.

"Ed's, I'm sorry," Richie said, removing his glasses from his face, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you before this happened to you, and I'm sorry I ever forgot you. You were and are the best thing in my life, Edward Kaspbrak. I love you,"

Eddie sat up suddenly, elbows pressing against the pristine white pillows. Eddie took Richie's head in his hands and pulled him closer, closer - until their lips were touching. They moved with each other, passionately, and longingly. The two were only interrupted by a slight squeal from the doorway.

Bev remained in the doorway, standing stock still - with a hand slapped across her mouth, giggling ferociously, as if she were a teenager again.

"Really, Ringwald?" Richie laughed, peeling away from Eddie's grip and holding Eddie's hands in his. Bev's eyes widened as she ran back down the corridor and out of sight. Richie turned back to Eddie, who had a wide grin plastered across his mouth.

"You know," Eddie said, "For a Trashmouth you aren't that bad of a kisser,"

Eddie laughed softly, and the sound was music to Richie's ears. Oh, how he had longed to hear Eddie's euphoric laughter - to the point where it pained him. Eddie stopped laughing as it turned into a wince and he held is wound tightly. Richie cupped Eddie's head in his hands, and placed another kiss against his lips.

"I love you too, Rich," Eddie said softly. Richie held Eddie's hands tightly, and didn't ever want to let go. Ever again.

Years later, and Richie was still holding on tightly to Eddie. The two had quickly fled the dreaded town of Derry - and Eddie's divorce with Myra was hurriedly finalised. Every waking minute Richie spent with Eddie, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper into love - he barely believed such a state of pure nirvana was possible, yet here he was. Richie had plans for his future, plans which had progressed since the first fight with the entity known as It. He longed for a family, and to start a family with Eddie - and that all came down to one thing, that Richie had sworn to himself he would achieve.

Eddie arrived home from work late one evening, and came home to a slight surprise. The apartment was sparkling clean, every nook and cranny glinted with polish. He felt his insides warm as the sweet smell of candles wafted in from the kitchen. Honeysuckle and cherries. Coffee and chocolate. His mouth watered as he walked further into the house, carefully hanging his coat on the wall - to not effect the pristine state it was in.

The kitchen was, empty? A single post-it-note lay on the table, with a small note written on it - in Richie's familiar, messy writing.

Come find me, Ed's :)

Eddie spun around quickly, to find another note, hanging from the doorknob of the broom cupboard. 

Look inside :)

It said simply. Eddie opened the door gently, which was also empty. He let out a deep sigh, and turned around - hoping to find another post-it-note. Instead, he found Richie on one knee, a small velvet box held open in his hand, with a glistening diamond ring placed inside of it.

"Ed's, Eddie Spaghetti, Edward Kaspbrak," Richie began as Eddie's eyes glistened with tears, "You're my light, my love, my everything. I don't know what I'd do without you, I couldn't live without you,"

Eddie let out a loud, unattractive sniff - which made Richie laugh aloud.

"I want you, for now and forever, Ed's. Will you marry me?" He finished, almost toppling over as his knee began to quiver and numb, letting out a small, "Fuck,"

"Richard Trashmouth Tozier, I will marry you," Eddie finally squealed. Richie let out a loud sigh, standing to his feet and almost falling backwards as Eddie launched himself into his arms. Richie held Eddie close to him, and buried his head in his shoulder, placing butterfly kisses up his shoulder and to his jaw, before placing one upon his lips. Richie slipped the ring around Eddie's thin fingers, and placed a kiss upon his hand.

"I can't wait," Eddie giggled, linking his pinky finger with Richie's, whom of which he held tight. Eddie had been planning his wedding since he was a small child. He wanted blindingly white butterflies, fairy lights and glittering stars. He wanted his soulmate standing at the other end of the aisle, and his friends sitting patiently in the crowd. He wanted his FairyTale kiss, and FairyTale happy ending. And Richie was his FairyTale prince.

Eddie got his FairyTale wedding. He walked down the aisle slowly, as a twinkling wedding march played. He looked to his right, and then to his left. Beverly Marsh and Ben Hanscom sat hand in hand, as Bev used her free hand to wipe away tears. Bill Denbrough and Audra Denbrough set, smiling widely. Stanley Uris and Mike Hanlon sat, eyes glistening slightly as they watched their forever best friends be united, forever. 

Richie and Eddie kissed under the moonlight, as the twinkling stars shone above them. The only butterflies were within Eddie's stomach, and they were flying like crazy. They pressed their heads together, breathing deeply. They had made it.

Soon after, they moved out of the apartment. After many complaints from their friends, they finally concluded the fact that they were moving to New York, and they bid The Losers Club farewell. The house they had invested in together was a home. The tinted glass windows sparkled with colour as the golden sun shone through them. The marble stone counters glinted as the sun reflected off of them. The balcony overlooked the city, which ran for as far as the eye could see. Richie and Eddie Tozier were truly happy, and nothing could stand in between them.

"Daddy!" Delilah giggled endlessly, as Richie blew a raspberry onto her stomach, "It tickles!"

"Exactly the point, my love," Richie replied, placing a kiss upon Delilah's freckles nose. Her golden brown locks flowed over her shoulders as he pyjama onesie sat, buttoned up to her neck loosely.

"Daddy's a bit silly," Eddie said gently, entering the room and taking a seat on the bed where Delilah lay, "It's past your bedtime, baby,"

"Oh no, daddy," Delilah pleaded, softly tugging at Richie's sleeve, "One lullaby please,"

Richie feigned a sigh deeply, before giving Eddie a wide grin - to which Eddie rolled his eyes, despite the wide smile plastered across his face too.

"There's a song, made specifically for pretty little ladies like you," Richie said, poking Delilah's nose gently. She giggled.

"Sing it,"

"Hey there, Delilah

What's it like in New York city?

I'm a thousand miles away

But, girl, tonight you look so pretty

Yes, you do

Times Square can't shine as bright as you

I swear, it's true.

Hey there, Delilah

Don't you worry about the distance

I'm right there if you get lonely

Give this song another listen

Close your eyes

Listen to my voice, it's my disguise

I'm by your side,

Oh, it's what you do to me

Oh, it's what you do to me

Oh, it's what you do to me

Oh, it's what you do to me

What you do to me,"

Richie sang softly, as Delilah was swept off into a deep slumber. He pressed a final kiss to her forehead, and to Eddie's before leaving the room in silence. Eddie kissed Delilah's forehead, too - before turning on her galaxy nightlight and closing the door with a soft chuk.

Eddie's FairyTale dream had come true, and Richie's childhood dream had come true. The two were truly happy, in a constant state of euphoria.