achievement unlocked 🔓 (part eleven) || Streamer AU! Reddie (IT)
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
AVAILABLE ON AO3
Inspiration: this prompt + BIRDS OF A FEATHER by Billie Eilish
Summary: Richie liked to play video games, and by some stroke of luck, it became his job. Being primarily known as Trashmouth on stream, he found his own little group of streamer friends and they became intertwined: The Losers Club. It never did feel quite complete, though. Well, until, he got his very own backseat gamer in chat.
TWs: innuendos, lots of talk of sex (it's Richie), cursing, brief mention of toxic relationships, and shameless flirting.
[[A/N: The Aftermath !!! Also am I angry that Chris Pratt voiced both Mario and Garfield??? Yes I am, and I think Im allowed to be. Enjoy :))]]
Richie Tozier is not a coward. Not really.
He's impulsive (brave some say) and just does shit. Which is why he was here, staring at his phone. Staring at the three words he hadn't necessarily wanted to say but couldn't stop himself. It just... He just always did stupid shit.
And then his phone lit up.
e.kaspbrak
What
Richie Tozier is not a coward. But sometimes shit was scary, and sometimes you run away.
So, without another word, Richie muted his phone and slid it onto his nightstand. He stared at his phone guiltily for just a spare few seconds, before slipping off his glasses and rolling over to his other side. Promptly ignoring the way the ceiling lit up, knowing that it meant he was distinctly ignoring messages from... Eddie. His Eddie. Eds.
He'd deal with it in the morning. He just needed a night, yeah, a night.
And maybe a morning.
He stared at his phone with too early tired eyes, got up, made some frozen waffles, sat down, ate them, and stared at it some more. Fidgetted with his hands, he debated looking at the messages. (Would there be calls, texts? Would Eddie try and get everyone else to harass him too? Would he tell them what had happened? That Richie had just... said that shit. And... And ran away?) Instead, he spun on his heel and busied himself with his comics or maybe his figurines (or maybe both. Probably both).
It doesn't distract him though, not really. It was in the tap of his foot, or the flex of his hand. He was almost completely panicking, but at the same time, there was no fucking way he could look at what Eddie had sent him. It just wasn't... He didn't want for it to come out this way-
Richie was currently on his couch (it was way past lunchtime at this point, he'd been ignoring his phone for hours), death glaring his bedroom door. His eyes set somewhat to the location of his phone, like he could maybe erase the problem if he stared at it hard enough.
Because of course, after Eddie made this genuine speech about wanting Richie. Only wanting him, and all his fucked up pieces. He'd give him another reason not to.
He knows that not all the options are bad, in terms of Eddie's response, but the bad ones are so fucking scary. Richie was in love with him, how was he supposed to handle (potentially) scaring Eddie away? Or maybe he thought he was just moving too fast? Or maybe Eddie just didn't see it that way yet-
Richie threw his head back on the cushion, groaning. This is going fucking nowhere. You're only making it worse.
Maybe Eddie was good with the whole 'in love with him' thing, but now, you've ignored him for hours. He could be fucking pissed. And what the hell could you do about it? Say sorry?
God, he was so fucked. There was no good fucking outcome from this. Trashmouth Tozier is fucking at it again, ruining hi-
There was a knock at the door. Well, if he was honest more like a bang, it was a pretty hearty fucking knock actually. So much so, that Richie almost didn't go move to see who it was. Who the fuck could it be?
Wait.
"Richard fucking Tozier-"
That was one Beverly Marsh. An angry Beverly Marsh.
She got the kind of mad that was all internal, all glares and frowns and just fucking... like you'd brought home a failed test. ("I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed.") Bev was a good friend, a fiercely good friend who knew how to call Richie out on his shit. And god, did she have something to call him out on now-
"Richie," she leveled, maybe a little concerned, "-I'm so serious. Open this fucking door."
He might as well bite the bullet, yeah?
With the drag of his feet, Richie pursed his lips and pulled open the door. He was met with a new type of Bev.
She looked particularly ruffled, if he was fucking honest, and her lips pulled into a tight frown. A frown that he distantly recognized... maybe once. And her eyes? Fucking cold blue steel.
"What the fuck-" she pointed a finger into his chest, "-did you do?"
Richie blinked.
"Eddie has been texting me nonstop about you, that you're not answering him, so I-" she stressed it out, pressing her finger into his chest -it stung a little, "-called you and got the same shit. I called you five times in a row-"
"Bev-" he tried, but she only moved forward.
"-and you didn't answer. I was so worried, Rich, and I can't imagine how Eddie felt all the way in New York-"
"Bev-"
"-And I get here, and you're perfectly fine. So that means something is wrong, and that means that you did something, Richie. So, what did you do?"
Richie gnawed at his lip -reluctantly, closing and locking the door, before questioning, "Eddie didn't tell you?"
Bev's mouth flattened into a straight line, eyes turning somehow fucking colder, "Richie."
"Look, Bev, I just... I fucking panicked, okay-" Richie scrambled a little bit -anxiety in his stomach snapping, "-I didn't mean for it to go on all day-"
"What did you do?" Bev repeated, stern.
"-I just... I don't know, I freaked out. And I needed a minute, I guess-"
"Richie," she tried again, this time grabbing his face -setting his eyes to hers, "-I swear to god I will get Stan to fly his ass here from Atlanta, if you don't tell me what the fuck is going on."
Shit, those were the big guns. Stanley cannot know about this, it would fucking disappoint Patty so much. And Richie could never fucking disappoint Patty-
It burst out of Richie just like it did the night before -rushed and impulsive.
"I told Eddie I loved him."
Bev paused, eyes softening and eyebrows pulled together -confused, "Eddie told you that he loved you, and you ran away?"
"No, I-" Richie let out a heavy breath, clarifying, "-I told Eddie that I loved him, and I ran away.
Beverly scrunched up her nose, dropping her hands from his face (all he could read was confusion), "What?"
Richie furrowed his eyebrows, "What do you mean what?"
"Well," she let out a sigh, "-normally, when someone runs away after a love confession, it's not the one who confessed, Richie."
Richie pursed his lips, what's that supposed to mean?
"Wait," Bev deflected, grabbing her phone, "-shit. Eddie's probably freaked the fuck out right now."
Richie's stomach twisted, bile rising up his throat, "This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, Bevvy. I fucking knew it was too much-"
"Shut up," she raised a finger to his mouth, silencing him, "-That's not what I'm talking about."
"Then, what-"
"Eddie is probably worried about you," she clarified, flicking his nose, "-because, you overthink things. And you didn't even hear him out-"
"I saw his message after," Richie reasoned, maybe a little for his own conscience, "-he just said 'what'. I mean, how was I fucking supposed to take that-"
"Knowing you, Rich," Bev pointed out, carefully, "-you probably said it out of nowhere. So, I give him a pass about being shocked."
"Well, I just thought-" Richie tried, but his side didn't really seem to make sense anymore.
"No," she shook her head, "-no more thinking. Go answer your phone."
"But," Richie decidedly didn't move, "-what if-"
"Richie," she glared, hands smoothing down his shoulders, "-you don't know shit until you see it for yourself. So, for the love of all that is holy, go fucking answer your boyfriend."
Richie pursed his lips, hesitant to take any steps anywhere. He was so fucking scared-
"You know he's probably stressed the fuck out about this," she commented, accusing, "-about you."
Richie frowned. Eddie was probably fucking scared too, had been all night. Fuck-
"I don't want him to be stressed out, fuck-" he breathed out, burying his head in his hands, "-God, I'm so fucking stupid."
"Hey," Bev softened, moving to pull his head down to her shoulder, wrapping him into a hug, "-I think... I think Eddie knows that you were scared. That's why he's losing his shit-"
Richie breathed in her Bev smell (it was a more like feminine smell with a hint of a masculine musk, like a flower just after some rain), and leaned forward into her. It was kinda what he needed, maybe for the past few days. He just needed a fucking hug.
"-because you're scared, and he can't help you."
Fuck.
Richie let out a shaky breath, heart racing in his chest, "Fuck, Bevvy, what if I... What if I fucked it all up? What if he never even-"
"What did I say?" Bev pulled back, leveling his face to match hers, "-No more fucking thinking. You want answers? Go ask Eddie. It helps no one to speculate shit."
"I know, but-"
"No buts, Richie," she shoved him toward the direction of his bedroom, "-go answer your fucking boyfriend, and figure this shit out."
Richie turned back toward her.
"Like now," Bev snapped, pointing toward the door.
Richie smiled at her, a little tight (but to be fair, his anxiety was through the fucking roof), "Thanks, Red."
She lightened slightly, smiling back and stepping toward the door, "Tell me how it all goes. I love you, Rich, but don't test me again though, seriously-"
Richie near immediately chimed back, actually smiling, "Love you too, Bev."
She rolled her eyes and motioned him through the door further -eyes glinting in a way he didn't want to test. Richie obediently did so.
That brought him to now, staring at his nightstand and that dreaded fucking phone.
It was just as overwhelming as it was the first time, staring it down and not quite being able to grab it. Like he physically couldn't. Like everything in his body was fighting it. But, now, now there was something else in his mind.
Eddie, in his tiny apartment, clutching his shirt like he always did when he was anxious and tapping his foot so much that it shook the coffee table. Big brown eyes staring at his phone like it could get up and walk away. Like if he looked away it would disappear and he really didn't want it to disappear. Richie remembered when his breaths would get so fast, and he'd talk himself up-
Richie didn't hesitate to grab his phone.
He was confronted with a growing list of notifications, spanning from a range throughout the night. Missed calls and texts every hour or so. Had he even slept last night? He thumbed through the notifications, calculating the time difference in his head.
Richie frowned again, No. He did not. Or at least, not more than like an hour.
God, Eddie-
His hands moved to Instagram, instinctively. Throughout a slew of missed calls (and videochats), there were just a few messages.
e.kaspbrak
What
[missed call from e.kaspbrak (x2)]
Richie, answer your phone, dickweed.
[missed call from e.kaspbrak]
Rich, seriously, this isn't funny.
I know you didn't just fall asleep in two seconds.
[missed call from e.kaspbrak]
Richie, you're freaking me the fuck out.
If this is some sort of joke, I'm going to be so pissed.
[missed call from e.kaspbrak (x3)]
Come on, Richie. This isn't fucking funny.
[missed call from e.kaspbrak]
Are you okay?
[missed call from e.kaspbrak (x4)]
Richie felt like fucking vomiting. He didn't text any after that one, it was all calls. Just call after call. God, he was such a dumbass. Eddie was up all night, fucking paranoid. Because what? Richie was scared of rejection? That he wasn't even sure he'd get from Eddie. It was so fucking selfish, and he felt like shit.
He wasn't gonna make him wait anymore.
trashmouth.tozier ✔️
hey eds I'm sorry I didn't respond
I was really fucking scared and I didn't want you to end things and I just panicked
and I'm sorry
If you don't want to talk to me, I get it
Richie let a breath in through his nose and out his mouth. He wasn't sure if he should even expect a response at this point. Maybe he was sleeping, which would be good, actually so-
e.kaspbrak is calling
He was scared as fuck, but there was no way in hell he wasn't answering it. Not after all the calls he missed already. So, with a breath, he accepted and pulled it up to his ear.
It was silent for a second, so Richie spoke instead. Eddie had done enough already, anyway.
"Eds?"
There was a shuffling, and Richie held his breath.
"Look, I am unbelievably fucking mad at you right now," his voice echoed through the line, and it was a little shaky and too fast, "-but I can't fucking articulate that properly because I'm so fucking happy to hear your stupid ass voice."
"I'm really happy to hear you too, Eds," Richie laughed a little, eyes a little teary, "-And you should, you should be mad at me, I'm a fucking idiot-"
"Did you mean it?" He interrupted, and he was definitely sniffling.
Richie flexed his hands once, hearing Eddie cry because of him made him want to throw himself off the nearest bridge. Or maybe book the next flight, and hug him until he physically couldn't anymore.
"Mean what, Eds?" Richie asked, gently.
"Do you actually love me?"
Richie's heart twisted in his chest (he didn't think I meant it?), "Yes, yeah. Of course, I fucking love you. What do you mean?"
"I was-" Eddie started, before clearing his throat, "-I thought it might've been a stupid joke, I don't-"
"What?" Richie whispered, "-No, I know I'm a fucking idiot sometimes, but I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that."
"Well, I just-" Eddie let out a breath, and it was much slower (Richie hoped it was somehow because of him), "-I don't know. I just got fucking scared. And then you weren't responding. And I thought that you might think I didn't-"
"I'm so fucking sorry, Eds," Richie interrupted, "-I fucking hate myself because of this whole thing. I love you, and I just stressed you out, what kinda bo-"
"Don't fucking say that," Eddie hissed out, "-I am mad as shit at you, but you're still you, Richie. You're my boyfriend, you can't shit on yourself. Because if you were anyone else, I would beat the shit out of you."
Richie barked out a laugh, loud and sharp. He heard Eddie laugh a little too, like he couldn't help it. It made something stir in his stomach, and it just slipped out.
"God," he spoke through laughter, "-I fucking love you, Eds. You're such a little shit."
Eddie's laugh got louder, it might have even changed to a giggle if he was honest. It made Richie fucking giddy; I love you, Eds, love, love, love-
Richie's mouth opened, and he just let him say what he wanted to. Eddie already had his dramatic confession, it was his turn anyway.
"Eds, I really fucking love you," he spoke, tone genuine and he was smiling (Eddie wasn't running away), "-and I know I talk a lot of shit. But this... I'm being honest. There's no fucking shitty joke. I feel like I've been in love with you my whole life-"
"Richie," Eddie breathed out, but it was a little shaky and quiet (maybe like he was crying).
"-which I don't know how that fucking works, because we've only known each other for months so-"
"Richie," he tried again.
"-but it feels like that. It does. Like Richie Tozier is supposed to love Eddie Kaspbrak. Like it's the fucking Earth turning-"
"Richie-"
"-and every time you talk, it just rings through my head. Because you're so... you. And I love the fuck out of you. So, when you said all that shit to... to reassure me, and then you were just... Eddie telling me that you were pissed off at them, on my behalf, and I just... I couldn't fucking stop it."
He took in a big breath, but he wasn't scared. Eddie deserved to fucking hear it. Even if he didn't love him back, right now, he'd still tell him everyday. Until he died, probably. Even if they broke up (which the thought made Richie want to shrivel up and die), his last words would be: I love you, Eddie Kaspbrak-
"You're making it really fucking hard to hate you, right now," Eddie spoke, in what Richie knew to be frustration (the kind where he puffed up his cheeks a little).
Richie laughed, shuffling his feet a little (like he had energy he couldn't let out which he always fucking did), "I try."
Eddie brought on this whole new side of himself like he couldn't stop fucking smiling and he fucking loved someone. And god, he had never loved someone like he loved Eddie, or maybe never loved at all-
"I wanna say-"
Richie somehow immediately knew where it was going, "Eds, you don't have to say anything. Seriously. If you're not ready, there's no rush. I'll fucking be here as long as you need me to be."
"Richie," Eddie leveled, "-that is sweet as fuck. Probably the sweetest thing you're fucking capable of saying. But I need you to listen to me-"
"I dunno Eddie baby," Richie teased, "-I could go sweeter."
"Richie," Eddie tried to say seriously, but he was laughing through it, "-shut the fuck up."
Richie politely cut it back. He could always tease him until he nearly blew a blood vessel later (it was kinda his favorite thing to do, honestly). Preferably on a video call, so he could see the red go all the way up his face-
"I think I want to come earlier."
Richie nearly dropped his fucking phone, "What?"
Eddie continued, almost bashfully (Richie added the new tone to one of his Eddie files), "I hate New York. The people here suck, the streets are loud, the whole place smells so fucking bad-"
Richie snorted.
"-and you're just in San Francisco, fucking waiting. For what? For money I can't even get to? I mean, it's practically fucking invisible-"
Richie was smiling way too big for his face.
"-and I'm just fucking sitting here in a shitty apartment because I already paid rent. And you, my boyfriend who fucking loves me, are across the fucking country in a fancy ass apartment-"
"I wouldn't call it fancy, Spaghetti," Richie interrupted, going into a 'fancy' accent, "-It's not like butlers are waiting on me, or there are fucking... marble floors. It's just got a nice kitchen, and is in a nice walkable part of-"
"That's not the fucking-" Eddie let out a sigh, recentering himself, "-It's got you, dipshit. That's what I mean. You're there."
Richie grinned, "I mean... so is Bev-"
"You are such an asshole," Eddie huffed out, unsuccessfully hiding a laugh, "-didn't I tell you to shut up? I'm trying to fucking say something."
"Yes dear," Richie responded, flatly.
"Oh my god, Richie-"
"Okay, okay," he let out a laugh, putting his hands up in surrender (even though Eddie could not see him), "-I'm done, I'm done. Go ahead, Eds."
"I fucking hate you," Eddie retorted, with no bite.
"Agree to disagree," Richie remarked, before adding, "-Seriously, I'm done. Scout's honor."
"That means fuck all if you weren't an actual Scout, dickweed."
"How do you know I wasn't?" Richie proposed -curious.
"I just know," Eddie responded oddly. Like he was-
"Oh my god, Eds-" Richie almost jumped in fucking place, "-were you a fucking Boy Scout? With the cute little uniform and sash and hat-"
Eddie huffed out, "It's a really good program, asshole."
"-Please tell me you have pictures, Eds, you don't understand. I will print it out and frame it on my wall."
There was a pause.
"You have pictures?!"
"Well, fucking yeah," Eddie spit out, maybe a little embarrassed, "-obviously. And they're already fucking photos, they're in like a baby book-"
"Eddie baby," Richie cut off, "-please tell me you're packing that."
"Of course I am, asshole," Eddie retorted, "-It's all my fucking memories, why wouldn't I take it with me?"
"Thank god," Richie raised a hand, silently thanking somewhere in the sky.
"If you're gonna make fun of me-" Eddie started, prickly and defensive.
"Eds, no," Richie clarified, laughing (which was not helping his case), "-I would physically sacrifice myself to see your baby photos. You are so fucking cute now, I can't imagine you as a baby. Especially in a lil Boy Scout uniform-"
"Yeah, okay, well," Eddie blew out a breath, and Richie could tell he was flustered, "-I'm bringing it. So."
Richie processed that for a second (and maybe he did a physical fist pump, no one really knew) before his mind flickered elsewhere. And his mouth was off like a rocket, like it always was.
"How soon?" He spoke, palpably excited -grinning way too fucking bright, "-How soon do you want to come?"
"Maybe if you hadn't fucking distracted me," Eddie reasoned, "-you'd know that."
"Eddie baby," Richie spoke (yes, he was pulling that card), actually apologetic, "-I'm so sorry. When do you want to move in with me?"
There was a silence, and Richie could nearly hear his resolve weakening (bingo). He probably had his arms crossed and was rolling his eyes-
"It's like supposed to be two months, right?" Eddie asked.
Richie was totally not counting the days (nor had he bought a physical fucking calendar just to write Eds in a heart on the day he was supposed to get here), "Give or take."
"Well," he paused, mulling it over, "-I think at most a month. Maybe."
"At most?" Richie asked -blankly.
"It'll probably be as soon as I can sort out all my shit," Eddie stated -plainly, like he wasn't changing Richie's whole life, "-I have to pack, talk to my shitty landlord, and buy the plane tickets-"
"Aren't you afraid of flying?" Richie asked genuinely.
Eddie seemed to pause for a second, processing, "How did you-"
And then he stopped.
"-Forgot about your fucking Eddie files."
Richie snorted again.
"Yeah, I am," Eddie addressed, "-but the trip is like fucking 40 hours long-"
"43," Richie instinctively corrected. Shit.
"Have you-" Eddie seemed to process for a second, "-Have you searched that up?"
Richie gnawed on his lip for a second, trying to figure out how he wanted to go about this. Eddie already knew that he loved him, to be fair, so it probably explained any of his behavior enough for a pass.
"Well, you were talking about moving in, and-" Richie breathed out -hesitantly, "-you're afraid of flying, so I.. So I looked into it."
"What were you gonna do? Drive to me?" Eddie laughed a little.
Richie was definitely not laughing. Eddie's laughter cut short, and there was a second.
"Rich," Eddie echoed out, disbelieving,"-are you serious?"
"Well, I just," Richie pursed his lips, before relented, "-Yeah, okay, yeah. I was, Eds. But if you... If you just want to fly though-"
"No," Eddie interrupted, "-No, I'd rather drive."
"The whole 43 hours?" Richie asked, genuinely.
"Well, it's fucking different," Eddie offered, most definitely a little flustered.
"How exactly?" Richie laughed, "-The trip is the same amount of time, Eddie baby. Well, I guess I could shave off some time if I-"
"Shut the fuck up," he cut him off, directly, "-You're not doing shit."
"Sir yes sir!" he chimed -instinctively.
He could nearly hear Eddie roll his eyes, it made him grin.
"It's different because it's with you, dickweed," Eddie answered, "-I wanna do it with you. Obviously."
"Yeah, well," Richie was smiling, "-I did tell you I'd do anything you wanted, Eds."
"Well then, okay," Eddie paused, "-come and get me in a month."
"Just a vague month?"
"No, fucking of course not," he automatically responded, "-I'll give you a specific day, and time. And on that point, you better not be late."
"Ah," Richie sighed, "-there's my Eds that I know and love."
"Yeah," Eddie spoke softly, maybe in disbelief, "-you love me."
Richie smiled, eyes falling to his feet. This was something he never wanted to forget, even though he'd be here so soon. He didn't want to forget these calls, ever. He hoped he could recount them until he was old and gray.
"Fuck yeah, I do, Eds."
In retrospect, Richie didn't realize that Eddie hadn't said it back. But, he didn't really care. Eddie would say it whenever he wanted to. Frankly, as long as Eddie kept dating him, he didn't need it. Don't get him wrong, if Eddie said 'I love you', Richie could probably die happy. Or maybe never have another bad day in his life-
Today, Richie was streaming. It was a boring one, a Q&A but he was kinda tired so, it would work. His subs actually liked Q&As because Richie would wholeheartedly answer all kinds of things. It was limitless, the mods really only stepped in on super serious shit.
"Hey motherfuckers," he chimed, grinning brightly (his subs were used to his new smile by now), "-how are we today? Anyone have shit to share with the class?"
Richie skimmed through the chat.
"Pretty sure my Mom slept with my boyfriend," he read, raising his eyebrows, "-Shit, dude. What the fuck? I'm not even sure what to say to that. My condolences...? Is that like shitty of me to say-"
stan.the.man donated $1: no I think that's fair
"Stanthony, hey," he smiled, shooting finger guns at the camera, "-welcome to the stream. No good birds to watch?"
dizknees: a q & a in this economy ???
girlie-pops: hey trashmouth
elite._.gamer: started with the games ended with the streamer
too.tough.to.cry: how do we submit questions
trashy.tozier: @/dizknees I know I'm scared of what these questions are gonna be
stan.the.man: fuck you richie
trashmouth-for-me: @/too.tough.to.cry the link in the description
benny.boy: hey rich !!!
babey_boy: this is going to be so fucking cursed
"Hi Ben," Richie chimed again, "-I'll give it a few minutes for all your questions to come in-" his eyes darted to the submissions (it was growing exponentially), "-Actually, we're pretty fucking full as is."
Giving chat one last glance, Richie turned to the form, skimming through the submissions -this was going to be a total shitshow. But hey, that's what the trashies loved so... he was here to deliver.
"Who do you think tops, Luigi or Bowser?" He read out, pressing his lips together and furrowing his eyebrows, "-Are we talking about Mario? Like big turtle monster and Italian plumber?"
trashy.tozier: yeah it's from the movie
"Oh, the new movie?" Richie asked, which chat confirmed, "-Yeah, I won't watch it, fucking hate that Chris Pratt got it, honestly-"
trashmouth-for-me: say less king
ghostie_girl77: no bc exactly
cryingandscreaming: so reallll
bouncing-baby-boy: I liked it 🤷♂️
the.losers.are.better: I like him as star-lord and in parks and rec
girlie-pops: @/bouncing-baby-boy red flag
flying_froggerz900: I only watched it for jack black
toziers-trash: say that
your._.mom: period
gnarlybabes: peaches peaches peaches peaches
"I mean, it seems kind of obvious...?" Richie brought himself back to the question, thinking, "-Bowser is a fucking monster king, and Luigi is like a more... fragile character. Unless he has another side to him, but I don't get those vibes, and fucking trust me, I know them-"
Honk, honk!
reddy.bevvy donated $1: hi love you but shut up :)
"Bevvy! Love you too-" he grinned and blew a few kisses to the camera, before refocusing, "-I think Bowser is my final answer. Alright, next question-"
He clapped his hands once, peering over the list and reading, "What is the sexiest finger?"
"Oh, easy," Richie waved it off dismissively, "-middle."
dizknees: EXACTLYYYY
an_idiot_sandwich32: no bc there's literally no other answer what
hunterz-dream: if you disagree think again
babey_boy: obvi
trashy.tozier: anyone seen 🍝 ?
girlie-pops: the only other valid answer is maybe ring
elite._.gamer: this makes no sense but he is right
It went on like that for a while, with somehow both questions he'd expected and questions he most certainly did not (some about Minecraft, and also asking if he preferred Coraline's mom before or after spiderization, typical stream really). And then, he saw it.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Richie read out, licking along his teeth -debating (they had talked about this, but he didn't want to cross any boundaries).
He mulled it over for a second, before deciding to answer, "Yeah, actually, I do."
trashy.tozier: WHATTTT
tell_me_a_lie: there goes our single rep
reddy.bevvy: 😉
dizknees: 🍝 ? 👀👀👀
babey_boy: we lost another one ✋️😔
too.tough.to.cry: wait fr
girlie-pops: let's go gays
trashmouth-for-me: @/dizknees reddie real ???
toziers-trash: real or imaginary
your._.mom: trashmouth lore drop
genuine._.disappointment: imma die alone
stan.the.man: @/toziers-trash tragically real
girls.girl: tell me more
Richie promptly didn't say anything else about it. Mostly so he could figure out specifics with Eddie later. He wanted to tell them, honestly, but he wasn't gonna do anything without talking to him. Richie's life was already public, Eddie deserved the choice -he stood by that solidly.
And so the stream moved on, well, until it didn't.
"I'm not really sure about the-"
Bzzt, bzzt.
Richie paused, cutting himself off. His eyes dashed to his phone, eyeing the screen. It was an actual phone call-
💞 Eds 💞
He furrowed his eyebrows, a little concerned, before turning to the camera.
"There's the man now, folks," he chimed, happily, and moved the screen over to the break one -promptly muting his mic, "-Gimme one second."
He spun in his chair, facing the wall, just in case, and answering.
"Eddie baby, what's up?" He asked, in a casual sort of concern.
Eddie immediately responded, bristly (maybe because of concern on his part too), "What's up? I've been trying to call you for fifteen fucking minutes-"
"Eds, relax," Richie laughed, "-I had my Instagram notifications off."
"What, why?" Eddie asked -innocently (it was really fucking cute).
"Well, Spaghetti," Richie added -carefully, "-I'm streaming right now."
"What?" Eddie asked again.
"Don't worry about it," Richie quickly amended, "-I'm muted and have my little break thing up."
"No that's not-" Eddie seemed to pause, voice more distant like he was looking on his phone (maybe had him on speaker), "-I didn't get a notification. Since when are you streaming today?"
"I told you this morning," Richie replied, laughing, "-It's just a Q&A. They actually... They actually asked me if I had a boyfriend."
"And...?" Eddie questioned, plainly. It made Richie want to squirm, because he couldn't tell what the right answer was.
"I told 'em yeah," he answered, slowly, "-but I didn't say it was you or anything so-"
"Why not?"
Richie paused, pressing his lips together, "You... You want me to?"
"Well, yeah," Eddie clarified, a little flustered, "-I already told you that."
"It was actually more kinda implied," Richie noted before pointing out, "-I didn't just wanna say shit without your fucking... approval, Eds."
"Well, I'm giving it," Eddie replied, sturdily.
"Okay, so-" Richie laughed a little, "-I'm just gonna tell chat that we're dating?"
"I don't fucking know, dipshit," Eddie bit back, "-it's your stream."
Richie gnawed at his lips, trying to think. Could he just work it into the conversation? Would that be forced and awkward? How the fuck did he want to do this?
He took a deep breath in, trying to think. He could hear Eddie shifting through the phone, and he thought his mic might actually pick it up if it was on-
Wait.
"Eds," Richie grinned, "-how do you feel about being on stream?"
"On stream?" Eddie questioned.
"Yeah, like your voice," Richie clarified, "-through the phone."
There was silence for a second.
"They already know I'm on the phone with my boyfriend," Richie explained, "-all I have to do is call you Spaghetti, and chat will connect the dots."
Eddie was slow to speak, but it came out a little frantic, "What the fuck am I supposed to say? I don't-"
"Just hi," Richie soothed, stopping the Kaspbrak spiral -effectively, "-Nothing else."
There was another pause.
"I'll be right fucking here, Eds," Richie said, gently, "-You know that."
Eddie let out a big breath, "Okay, yeah. Let's do it."
Richie gave him a little warning, before unmuting the mic and changing it back to the camera. He watched for a second as chat seemed to acknowledge him, and the grinned real big -putting the phone on speaker.
"Alright, everyone," he chimed, dramatically, "-say hi to Spaghetti."
"Hi," Eddie's voice echoed out, softer than usual (Richie thought it was both the cutest thing in the world and nothing compared to what he knew to be his actual voice). He actually seemed fucking nervous, which was new -Richie promptly added it to the Eddie files.
genuine._.disappointment: EDDIE ???
girls.girl: 👋👋👋
bubblingbabz: hi richie's bf
hog-inthebog: hiiiiiiii
younganddumb: reddie exists??? love wins
toziers-trash: no fucking way
powderpuffdonuts: 👋👋👋
stop.it.bruv56: 🍝🍝🍝
minecrafter.on.main: eddie stream when
dizknees: HOLY SHIT
babey_boy: 🍝 ???
trashmouth-for-me: I FUCKING KNEW IT
girlie-pops: no bc my gaydar was off the charts with those chats
trashy.tozier: @/trashmouth-for-me REDDIE CONFIRMED
tozier_babeyyyy: somebody clip that I gotta start a comp
elite._.gamer: 👋👋👋
harness-safety19: 🍝🍝🍝
only-here-for-trashmouth: @/tozier_babeyyyy 10 times trashmouth mentioned eddie and eddie told him to stfu
bevs.boa: hiiii spaghetti 🍝
trashy.tozier: @/tozier_babeyyyy @/only-here-for-trashmouth JSJKISNSJHSBSH
grumpy_frog: 👋👋👋
Richie smiled, eyeing the chat (Reddie, huh?), before pulling his phone back and turning off speaker phone. He was honestly giddy, of all things.
"Chats going fucking bonkers," Richie laughed into the phone, "-They really fucking love you, Eds."
"Yeah?" Eddie asked -maybe a little nervous.
"You should see it," he assured, "-They're all like saying Reddie confirmed. Apparently, they were clued in already, Eddie baby."
"Reddie?"
"Our ship name, Spaghetti," Richie chimed back, "-obviously."
"They do that for fucking real people?" Eddie remarked, and he could almost see the nose shrivel, "-Ew, what the fuck?"
"Oh, Eds, my sweet summer child," Richie hummed, "-I have a lot to teach you."
"Not that," Eddie emphasized, sharply, "-anything but that."
Richie promptly ignored him, teasing, "What if I got it tatted? Reddie forever, right above my heart-"
"You wouldn't fucking dare," Eddie chastised, "-I'd rather stay in New York than see that shit."
"Oh my, my, my-" Richie fanned himself like a damsel, "-Spaghetti is expecting to see me with my shirt off? How scandalous-"
"Shut the fuck up," Eddie replied, and Richie knew that he was getting flustered (God, he loved him), "-You're an idiot, and I can't stand you."
"Yeah, well," Richie hummed, "-I'm in fucking love with you, so looks like you're fucked, Eds."
Eddie laughed that time, and Richie felt it all the way down to his toes, "That makes it so hard to fucking argue with you, you know that?"
"What does?" Richie asked, almost forgetting he was on stream.
Eddie paused for a second, it came out in a huff of breath (flustered again), "You saying you love me."
Richie grinned, and wondered why he was so nervous about it in the first place. All of that seemed so stupid now.
"Well, Eddie baby," Richie breathed out, "-ya better get fucking used to it."
6 notes
·
View notes
Hangout
Stray Kids 10th member AU
Charlie x NCT Dream
requested by anon! // requests are open! (this is pure waffle i am so sorry :/)
(gif not mine! credit to owner!)
~
Music blasted through her headphones, blocking out the world as she barreled down the street on her skateboard. The wind nipped at her skin and forced her hands into the sleeves of her hoodie, her beanie kept the majority of her hair from flying about the place.
As Charlie came to a red light, she pulled out her phone to check if she had any messages. There were a couple of texts.
Hyunie: if you don’t get back to late, drop by the studio? [12:04 PM]
bbynana: don’t fall off your board on the way here :) [12:18 PM]
She continued down the road, reaching the Dreamies dorm in a mere 10 minutes. As she shut the door behind her and placed her board on the ground, her vision was suddenly obscured by a hand.
“Guess who?” A familiar voice whispered, making Charlie laugh.
“Hi Jeno”
His hand dropped and Charlie turned around, Jeno stood with his arms held out for a hug and a small smile playing on his lips, Charlie smiled as she stepped into the embrace and her arms found their way around his torso.
Before the boy had the chance say anything, Charlie was suddenly pulled out of his arms. Jisung smiled cheekily at the older boy as he hugged Charlie to his chest.
“Hello to you too Ji” She giggled, burying her face into the soft fabric of his hoodie. “You okay?”
Jisung pulled back, nodding. “Mhm, better now that you’re here!”
Charlie rolled her eyes at him, allowing the younger boy to grab her hand and pull her into the living room.
~
“Ah! no no no stop!” Charlie shouted at the TV, her eyes widening as Renjun’s character drove past her, knocking her down into second place.
It was a very intense game of Mario Kart, the looser overall having to buy everyone bubble tea.
Charlie was gripping the control hard enough to possibly snap it into two pieces, tapping the buttons vigorously. A loud triumphant cheer came from beside her as Renjun’s character drove past the finish line, he jumped from his chair and high-fived Chenle as Charlie slumped in her chair and pouted.
“That’s not fair!” She whined, throwing her hands out. “I was winning that!”
Turning his head, Renjun smirked at her triumphantly before switching seats with Haechan. Charlie tossed the controller to Jeno, who was eager to try and best Haechan, before standing up and leaving the room.
She turned down the hall and towards the room at the end, it’s door left ajar giving Charlie a small view of who was inside. Jaemin stood with his back towards the door as he searched for his phone.
An idea popped into Charlie’s head and a smile stretched onto her lips,
She placed her hand on the door and slowly pushed it open, silently cheering when it didn’t creek, as quietly as she could she walked towards Jaemin, once closed enough she jumped on him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“RAH!”
Jaemin jumped, snapping his head back to see who it was, he smiled and rolled his eyes when he noticed Charlie.
“What are you doing?” He asked as he turned around, phone now in hand, and wrapped his arms over her shoulders.
“I’m annoyed” She huffed, burying her face into his shoulder.
Jaemin snickered and patted the top of her head. “Who annoyed you this time?”
“Renjun...”
“What did Injunnie do?”
Charlie looked up at her bestfriend and frowned. “He beat me at Mario Kart”
Gasping dramatically yet sarcastically, Jaemin slapped his hand over his mouth then dropped it. “Did he? Oh no that’s terrible!” He chuckled.
“Jaemmm~ Don’t laugh at me!” She complained and stood up starlight.
Before she could move her arms and walk away, Jaemin gently grabbed her upper arms and pulled her back into his arms, resting his head on top of hers. “Okay alright I’m sorry, you’re too cute i had to”
“I hate you” She huffed, her voice muffled by his shirt.
“Whatever, come on let’s go join the others before they get suspicious”
~
Later in the evening, the 7 of them had ventured out of the dorm and out into town, ending up in a lock convenience store situated by Han River.
“I kinda want something sweet...” Charlie mumbled to herself, her right hand hovering by a row of sweets. “Or noodles...”
Huffing, she stood up straight and spun around, heading around the store absentmindedly. As she turned the corner, another person did and she smacked right into them.
“Ouch, did i just run into a bloody brick wall?” She mumbled, rubbing the sore spot on her forehead, finally look up to see who she’d hit. “Oh shit, sorry Jen”
Jeno smiled and shook his head “Don’t sweat it, neither if us we’re looking”
The two of them decided to search the store together, picking up random snacks as they went around.
“Ooh! Sour gummy bears!” Charlie exclaimed, grabbing the packet off the shelf and adding it to the basket.
Someone walked up behind them and placed their hands on Charlie’s shoulder, making her jump and turn around. Jaemin stood behind her, a plastic bag hanging on his arm, this newly dyed pink hair ruffled.
“Didn’t you tell me yesterday that you were gonna go on a diet?” He asked, a smirk pulling in his lips.
She shook her head. “Forget it, i love sugar too much, I’ll diet if i get told to” then turned and headed towards the cashier.
~
“That water looks really inviting...” Charlie suddenly said, staring at the river a few feet away.
Haechan lifted his head up and looked at Charlie weirdly. “Are you crazy? It’s probably freezing cold!”
“He has a point, Char” Jaemin, who had his head rested on Charlie’s lap, spoke up.
She looked down at him, her hand still combing through his hair, and shrugged. “But that’s what makes it fun....plus content”
The three of them dulled down into silence, watching as Jeno, Jisung, Chenle and Renjun played a game of football.
Sitting up straight, Charlie slowly took her hand away from Jaemin’s hair and carefully lifted his head off of her lap and used her bunched up jacket as a makeshift pillow.
“I’ll be back in a mo” She informed before standing up and walking towards the river, leaning on the barrier.
The wind blew softly, blowing Charlie’s hair behind her and tugging on her beanie. She had her arms crossed on the barrier and sighed, staring down at the water beneath her.
“Penny for your thoughts?” A voice appeared behind her.
Charlie jumped and looked back, a small smile appearing on her lips when she saw Haechan stood there. “Just thinking” She told him, watching as he walked up and stood beside her.
“Thinking about?”
“Things”
“Wow very specific, thanks Charlie” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, going to speak again but was this time interrupted by a cough.
She reached over and patted his back, chuckling softly. “You’re welcome Hyuck”
“Honestly though, you okay?” He asked, wrapping his arm over Charlie’s shoulder and pulling her into a hug.
Charlie let her arm wrap loosely around Haechan’s waist and leaned into him. “I’m fine, lot of things going on”
“Well you know me, and the rest of them-” he motioned towards the rest of the boys behind them. “-are here if you need someone to complain to”
“good to know, i’ve got my support boys” She chuckled, resting her head on Haechan’s shoulder.
They eventually walked back up to the group and Jisung got Charlie’s attention before she could sit down.
“Noona! Come play a match with me!” He waved her over.
“No~ Charlie come here, i was really comfortable” Jaemin whined, holding his hands out for Charlie who only rolled her eyes.
“What am i? A pillow?”
“No you’re my bestfriend and or my sister, the comfortable aspect is just a bonus!”
Charlie shook her head and laughed. “Go lay on Jeno, I’m going to play football” She then walked down to where Jisung was stood, ignoring Jaemin’s childish complaints from behind her.
~
“Good luck at the show tomorrow, i know you’ll smash it” Charlie moved around the room, hugging each of the boys.
When she got to Jisung he hugged her tightly and buried his face into her shoulder. “Are you gonna come to the show tomorrow?” He asked, voice muffled by the fabric of Charlie’s jumper.
“I’ll try Sungie, if i’m not able to make it to the show i’ll try and drop by after, okay?” She patted the top of his head.
After saying goodbye to the rest of the boys, she headed out with Jaemin following.
“You know you don’t have to walk me back right? It’s only...” She pulled her phone out and clicked it on, ignoring all the text notifications. “It’s only quarter to 11″
He shrugged, throwing his arm over Charlie’s shoulder. “You’re my bestfriend, it’s my job to make sure you get home safely”
“Aww~ What a gentlemen!” She cooed, looking up at him with a cheeky smile.
“Shut up, i will leave you by yourself”
“Suureee Jaem, Sure”
He chuckled but then turned his head to look down at her, a serious look on her face. “In all seriousness, we haven’t hung out in a while just me and you so next week, when we’re both free shall we go out for the day?”
Charlie nodded. “Sounds like a plan!”
38 notes
·
View notes