These stories are a collection of teen and adult Reddie stories. I have written most of them as short, simple stories, but if asked to, I will extend them out or make more parts to go along with them. I gave them all seperate titles, but some of them could co-exist in the same plotlines, even if not explicitly mentioned. Smut may or may not appear if I choose to write that, but these stories overall are not about smut. I just wanted to appreciate how much these two mean to me, along with the other Losers. I have no idea when or how frequently these stories will be updated, but I hope to write a bunch! Enjoy!

Secrets Come Out Sometimes

"Richie, I know your secret, but they don't. So I'm gonna take them one by one until you face what you are. Oh, yes, we will float until…"

"FUCK YOU!"

The anger in Richie's voice was so strong that the other Losers almost backed up. That was until they remembered a demonic clown was about to kill them and plenty of other innocent people if they didn't kill It first. So they took turns beating away their fears as Richie fumed from being tossed to the side after his huge hit with the metal bat. Yet, he wasn't ready for what he saw when he returned to the shapeshifter who was desperately trying to gain an upper hand in the battle It was losing.

Richie saw Eddie but with the black, putrid blood that was leaking from his mouth when they came to the Neibolt house a month or so back. The others had no time to process it as Richie slammed the bat down into the skull of fake Eddie with enough force that a huge crack sounded in the huge drainage system. The battle was decided in the Losers favor, even if there were the two scares with Stan and Bill being close to capture and or death.

Richie didn't realize he was doing it, but as they left the sewers, he kept touching the others. He helped Beverly climb over a pile of dirty rags, gave Mike a hand when he climbed up, and he even caught Stan as he tripped coming up the stairs from the basement where the well sat. Once they were outside, they just silently followed Bill and Beverly as they led the other Losers towards the Barrens. Richie walked slowly, recalling what he'd been told by a demonic entity just moments before Pennywise disappeared into the darkness.

'I know your secret...I'm going to take them out one by one until you face what you are.'

Finally, he sat down next to Eddie, realizing that his body had naturally chosen to draw him closer to the little asthmatic hypochondriac. Richie almost screamed in frustration of how he behaved sometimes. Somehow, he held in the disgust in himself as he knew that this wasn't the right time. Instead, he focused on being himself as Beverly explained that she knew they would have to come back as adults. He took Eddie's hand and held it for all it was worth as Bill cut his palm and Eddie's face shriveled in pure hatred of how they were mixing blood. Richie wanted to laugh at Eddie or make a joke about how his mom liked sharing fluids.

For once, he just didn't. He stared right at Eddie, taking in the features he was scared to lose. He saw the very faint freckles from his cheeks to his nose. The way his brown hair curled a little at the end where he brushed it to was adorable in Richie's mind. The deep, thoughtful eyes that infuriated Richie when they weren't on him because he wanted to be the only one to enjoy them. Without even commenting on the circle ending, Richie held Eddie's hand longer. Eddie started to pull away but Richie just acted on his true impulses.

Now Richie knew his mouth was a trashy impulse of its own, but his heart was a very weak factor in his life. He had gotten good at ignoring it for years until this damned summer came and made it super hard for Richie to not properly love others, especially when he could lose them, lose him, at any moment if they weren't united. So when his arms wrapped tightly around Eddie and he felt a few tears drip down his face, he knew that he was not weak. He was in love with his best friend and it was impossible to tell his straight friend that he loved him so much in a town full of homophobic assholes.

So instead of saying anything, instead of risking his mouth saying the wrong thing and making his self-doubt and loathing run rampant, he looked into Eddie's eyes and begged him with his deepest soul to follow him as he tugged on Eddie's hand gently. Eddie looked more sincere to Richie than he ever had before, simply turning to the others to say they'd be back in a second before letting Richie led him off towards the water. Richie didn't know why he was doing this; deep down inside, he knew that telling Eddie was never going to work out. Yet he led him on as he thought of how Eddie had done just that to him without even knowing it.

Richie finally stopped right by the water of the stream that flowed from the Barrens all the way into the woods outside of Derry. He ripped a part of his shirt off without thinking, still not explaining anything to the sitting boy who simply watched and understood. It was another trait Richie loved about Eddie; he might pretend he doesn't know nor care what you're thinking, but he always secretly knows what you're feeling. Eddie could tell Richie was actually serious and scared more than he had ever been around Pennywise so he patiently watched as Richie's hand brought a moist rag over and wiped the blood from Eddie's cut and then from his own, knowing Eddie would hate the cross contamination more. Finally, almost an hour after seeing his fears aloud, Richie decided that he would die or face them.

"Eddie, I never mean any of the jokes about your mom. Not a single one. I think I just like the attention I get from you for making them. I wish I could stop seeing her actually, because I wish you lived with me instead of her. She's messing you up, Eddie, and I hate seeing how small she makes you feel when in all truth you're the bravest person I know. That includes Molly Ringwald and Buh-buh-billy. I really like that you wear all kinds of colors and shorts that make you seem feminine enough for even Bowers to stare. Yeah, sorry, he's the wrong crowd for hell sure, but if the most homophobic is looking too interested then it says something. To me, I think it says how impressive you are for embracing who you really are, deep deep down. I always told myself that I could never be like you, that I could never be open about who I am. Yet, here I am, confessing it all. Eddie Kaspbrak, I want you to be the first person on this entire insufferable chunk of rock, air, and water that I am gay and you're the one I'm completely in love with."

Richie didn't know what to prepare for, a screaming Eddie or a crying Eddie or a neutral Eddie. He figured that the last one would hurt the most so he braced his entire system for Eddie to simply accept it but not reciprocate and then walk away. Instead, Eddie looked up into Richie's eyes, already seeing the huge tears that Richie was shedding and got up. Richie shut down, refusing to see his one love walk away after all that he'd just said. Instead, Eddie came closer and closer, finally snapping Richie back to reality as he wiped a tear off of Richie's cheek. Richie figured it was the clown and he was about to die but his ears wanted to hear what Eddie or the demon would say before he died.

"Richie, I'm not sure about my sexuality yet, but I think I love you too."

Richie was ready for teeth to rip apart his face then. It seemed way too perfect that this could be Eddie and he knew what Pennywise was capable of, so he silently thought of how much he loved the real Eddie in preparation of doom. Richie was never very good at seeing what was right in front of him and what was really the truth.

Eddie leaned up and kissed Richie's chapped lips, electrifying the boy. Richie didn't hesitate anymore; he finally saw Eddie was Eddie, not a clown and not a dream. So he wrapped his arms around the little waist he had always wanted to hold and kissed back, letting his years of hidden emotions drive him. Finally, they stopped for air, which was when they remembered that the others were probably worrying about them. Richie didn't know what they were now, how Eddie wanted to address this with the others, and what in the actual hell as he was going to tell his parents, but Eddie made it easier. He took Richie's hand, causing the tall, lanky, dark-haired, trash talking comic to simply smirk and place a kiss on Eddie's flushed cheeks before they started walking back to the other Losers, hand in hand.