#eddie spaghetti drabble

[lovebugism]

Someone knocks at the door while you and rockstar!Eddie are fucking and instead of stopping he goes faster while yelling ‘In a minute’ to the person at the door

the one where your friends keep catching you and eddie having sex (rockstar!eddie universe, established relationship, implied enemies to lovers, cw for smut 18+)

Let it be known, that it would take a nearly apocalyptic nuclear war — or something rapture adjacent, at the very least — for Eddie Munson to stop fucking you. Most people have learned this the hard way. You included.

You’re a panting mess beneath his pale, tattooed form. Eddie’s body, made of milky white silk, grows slick with a fine layer of sweat as he thrusts mercilessly into you. His curls sway around your face each time his lean hips collide with your open thighs. The dull clapping sound that fills the bedroom is punctuated by Eddie’s choked-back groans and your subdued whimpers.

The two of you always make it a point to be polite about your fucking — never quite as loud as you want to be, so as to keep from traumatizing your roommates. Like respectful adults. So it’s entirely Steve’s fault when he barges in with a halfhearted knock like a total psycho.

“Hey, do you guys wanna—” The boy freezes at the sight of his best friends, in a pile beneath the covers, who before now hated each other’s guts. His face screws together like he’s tasted something sour. “Jesus Christ…”

Eddie ceases his thrusts to toss Steve a look over his freckled shoulder. He never moves off of you, effectively shielding your naked body from his view, nor does he pull his stiff cock from your pulsing confines. Much to your horror.

“What?” the wild-haired boy wonders through labored breaths, face flushed red with sex.

“I was gonna ask if you guys wanted to come to the movies with me and Robin,” Steve answers with a roll of his eyes, already on his way out. “But you’re obviously busy—”

“Wait— That new buddy cop movie?” Eddie calls to the boy’s retreating form.

“Eddie!” you hiss through your teeth, filled with panic and distant pleasure, ‘cause the idiot’s trying to have a conversation like he isn’t balls deep inside you. He flashes you a wide-eyed chocolate stare like he’s innocent. “Stop,” you mouth to him.

“Yeah. Start’s at eight.”

“Well, don’t leave us, alright?” he tells him. “We’re coming.”

“Gross,” Steve mumbles and shuts the door behind him.

Eddie turns back to you. His curly bangs are damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead in places. His glowing cheeks are tinted a faint pink color. His lips are swollen and rosy as they curl into a smirk. Sex is written all over his face, painfully so. 

“That pun wasn’t intended, by the way—” Eddie jokes before you swat at his lanky bicep. “Ow!”

—————

A year or more later, you and Corrodded Coffin are selling out venues across the country. The world is a whole lot bigger than The Hideout, apparently. ‘Cause, as it turns out, more than just a couple of drunks care about seeing your band play. 

Somewhere down the line, you and the lead guitarist of said band are more serious about each other than you ever planned to be — much to the dismay of the rest of your bandmates. Not because they hadn’t spent years waiting for you guys to get together (they most definitely had), but because it was virtually impossible to have privacy while living on a tour bus.

Despite your feeble efforts to stay as subtle as possible, it’s dreadfully apparent when you and Eddie are fucking. The door to the bunks slides slowly shut, and Jeff and Gareth wait with walkmans over their ears until it opens again. This time, they flip a coin to decide who has to interrupt.

Gareth loses (‘cause Gareth always loses) and curses under his breath while he knocks on the closed door. 

“Do you guys want food?” you hear him ask over the heavy breathing in your ear. “That fancy ramen place across the bar just offered us dinner.” 

Meanwhile, Eddie Munson is riddled with post-show adrenaline as he all but fucks you stupid. His curly hair is as wild as his glassy eyes, now smokey around the edges with smudged black liner. He keeps his chest flush to your spine as he pounds into you with a primal sort of vigor — one ringed hand curled in your hair, the other gripping the plush of your hip.

“Nah, man!” he calls back, choppy through labored breaths, ‘cause he never stops thrusting into you. You’d be worried about the quiet clapping sound of his hips against your ass if your head weren’t so fuzzy. “We’re good!”

The promise of food reminds you that you haven’t eaten since earlier that day. Suddenly, you’re overcome with unexpected hunger and looming pleasure. 

“Wait, Eds,” you pant. “Food actually sounds really good right now.”

Eddie rolls his eyes in response, even though you both know he’s gonna give you what you want either way. First, a leg-shaking orgasm that you’ll in feel in your limbs for a half hour after it’s over. Second, all the damn ramen you can eat.

“Fuck, fine— Okay, we’re coming!” Eddie shouts. “Just give us, like, ten minutes, will ya?!”

Gareth grumbles faintly from the other side of the sliding glass door. “Yes, master,” you hear him grouse as he stalks off back to the living area of the tour bus — where it’s safe. 

A laugh rumbles in Eddie’s chest as he starts fucking into you again. You bury a whine into your pillow when his balls slap your clit. He presses his mouth to your ear, and you feel his lips curling into a lopsided smile there. “You call me that, and we’ll be outta here in thirty seconds flat, sweetheart.”

[heart-eyed-love]

BestFriend!Eddie x BestFriend!Reader

A series of oneshots and drabbles that show the progression of the relationship between Eddie and his best friend as they try and understand the feelings that arise between them. (Fem!Reader)

An - Not sure how accurate this timeline will stay in the long run, but we’ll give it a shot hopefully i can stay consistent!

1981 (June) - Boys *Defeated Sigh*

1982 (Sept) - Winston

1983 (Oct) - Snoop (Nov) - Spaghetti and Sacrifices

1984 (May) - Grouch

1985 (Sept) - Your Stupid Little Fucker

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

WIP Weekend

Weekly WIP Update

Boy, howdy, do I have stuff to post over the next few days! Which is partly due to the fact that I forgot I had the entire second chapter of Into Battle drafted and as good as ready for posting, whoops. 🤣

Anyhow, this weekend I have said chapter for you, plus a @switcheddieweek fic and a little thing for @stmonstercalendar that spiralled just a little out of control. And let's not forget the 4th of July pop-up fic for the @steddieholidaydrabbles that I still need to write! 🫠

Meanwhile, on Kiss the Cook, we are finally ready to earn that E rating, wohoo!

Send me an emoji and I'll write and share three sentences from that project.

🍽️ Kiss the Cook

🎲 Steddie Bingo

🎆 Steddie Holiday Drabbles

Snippet from 🎆

“Hey, guitar guy! Where do you think you’re going? The fireworks start in ten minutes and you’re supposed to provide background-” 

Eddie ignores him. His chances of landing a repeat gig with the Harrington Line are looking slim as it is, so he doesn’t exactly see the point of being on his best behavior. 

Robin sees him approach first. She turns to Steve, who has his back turned, and says something to him. Eddie can’t make out words over the buzz of the crowd, but Steve punches her in the arm and blushes a violent red, all the way down to the spaghetti straps of his little green dress. It makes him look a bit like a traffic light.

[cranberrymoons]

three days

prompt: homesick (discord drabble) notes: this is part of the future fic series! (because i am incapable of getting them out of my brain) if you haven't read it, all you really need to know is: corroded coffin exists; eddie is on tour. enjoy! 😇

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He curls in his big hotel bed, phone cradled close to his ear as he listens to Steve talk about his day, eyes falling shut as he pictures it; pictures him, warm and sunny and alive, moving around the kitchen to get dinner ready. He can hear the kids talking over each other in the background, and he sighs, rolling onto his back with his limbs spread wide.

“I miss you,” he says, staring up at the ceiling. “All of you.”

Steve sighs too, humming a little nonsense tune. “We miss –” There’s a crash on the other end, and his voice gets further away and – “Junie, I swear to god, if you don’t stop chasing your brother around the –”

Eddie laughs a little, watching the slow progress of car lights moving over his ceiling. It’s four in the morning in Paris, and he has to be up and ready for the airport in less than an hour, but right now he just wants to drift and relax and imagine that he’s back home and helping Steve make spaghetti for four demonic children instead of tucked up in a European hotel suite preparing for a flight to Tokyo.

“Sorry,” Steve huffs, coming back to the phone. “Junie was shooting those stupid nerf darts you got her, and then that turned into a whole thing, and – anyway.”

Eddie smiles. “Anyway.”

“I miss you, too.” His voice is soft and close, and Eddie feels his heart throb wetly in his chest. “Remind me how much longer?”

Eddie thinks, and his throat is suddenly tight, and his eyes feel hot as he swallows. 

“Um.” He lets out a little sound that’s halfway to a laugh but is also sort of a sob, and he pushes a knuckle into the corner of his eye. “Fuck. Sorry.”

Steve makes a quiet noise, and the background yelling recedes a little as Eddie listens to his footsteps carrying him away. 

“I love you so much,” Steve says, once it’s quiet. “So much. And you’re going to be home so soon. Just three days, right?”

And of course Steve knows his schedule. Of course he has the thing fucking memorized better than Eddie himself. Eddie’s laugh is a little choked as he shakes his head. 

“Yeah, I –” He takes a breath, and it rattles in his chest. “I think so.”

“Three days, pitstop in Japan, then home,” Steve says again, repeating it like a mantra. “And we’re going to have a big family night, and then we’re going to put the kids to bed, and then you’re going to fuck me until I can’t see straight.”

Eddie lets out a sharp breath, rolling onto his side with the phone held under his head like a secret. 

“Okay?”

“Baby,” he says quietly. Steve hums, and Eddie can hear a knock on the door in the background of the call, but Steve doesn’t answer it. “Baby, I –” He takes a breath, eyes falling shut. 

“I know,” Steve says quietly. “Me too.”

“Three days,” Eddie repeats.

He can totally do three days.

[also on ao3]

[toxicrevolver]

Billy is an “anything is breakfast food as long as its breakfast time” kind if person.

Steve is a “breakfast time is for stereotypical breakfast food and nothing else” type of person.

Have a little drabble bcs I have 5 minutes of confidence in my writing.

Also. Imma have to blame @prettyboybillyhargrove for making me wanna write something cute and fluffy and domestic after giving me nothing but angst posts yesterday.

Billy wakes Steve up at like 6:30 in the morning because he wants Steve’s homemade spaghetti for breakfast after his morning run. Steve grumbles awake and looks at Billy with the cutest glare. “Spaghetti isn’t breakfast food Billy. Why don’t you eat cereal or an omelette or something normal for breakfast?” Steve questions. Billy just looks at Steve with his best puppy dogs eyes because he knows the art of getting his way with the one and only Steve Harrington. Steve ends up folding under the pressure of Billy’s gaze and grumbles fully awake. He slides out of bed and stumbles to get ready, meanwhile Billy silently cheers to himself while he puts on his running shoes and heads for the door.

It’s now almost 8 am and the entire house smells like tomato sauce. Billy walks through the front door and immediately beelines for the kitchen so he can praise Steve for his amazing cooking. Steve whips around and glares at Billy, a ladle held in his hand threateningly, “if you come near me with that sweaty nastiness and get sweat in my tomato sauce I will smother you in your sleep. Go take a shower, the spaghetti will be done when you get back”. Billy holds his hands up in surrender, a giant smile plastered on his face. He spins around and bolts to the master bath and takes the fastest shower he swears he has ever taken. No more than 10 minutes later Billy heads back to the kitchen where the wonderful aroma of spaghetti originates from. He pads over to Steve, landing a soft kiss on Steves shoulder before reaching into the cabinets for plates. “Thank you” Billy whispers in Steve’s ear, the smile never leaving his face. Steve blushes lightly, “its nothing really. I just hope you enjoy it,” Steve mumbles, embarrassment in his tone.

[lovebugism]

Smut fic where reader and Eddie have been arguing since yesterday and he comes home from band practice and fucks her.

♡ “i was expecting a written apology but this is much better.”

ty for requesting :D — the best part of fighting with eddie, is making up with eddie (established relationship, hurt/comfort, smut 18+ | 1k)

bug's two year celebration ♡

Eddie returns home from band practice to find the trailer brimming with the scent of something sweet. An entire symphony of chocolate and vanilla and caramel — a stark contrast to the stale stench of Gareth’s garage.

He spots you standing in front of the stove, humming mindlessly to yourself as you whisk at a large bowl of miscellaneous ingredients. You’re wearing a too-big sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder, and a pair of fluffy socks sitting unevenly at your ankles. The sight of you is undeniably sweeter than whatever it is you’re baking for him.

Eddie leaves his guitar case by the front door and floats towards the kitchen with a lopsided smile. “Ooh. Smells good in here,” he lilts in place of a real greeting as he drapes himself along your back. 

He caresses your arm with one ringed hand while the other reaches around you. He dips his pointer finger into the bowl and brings it up to his mouth, humming at the sugary taste on his tongue. “You know— I was expecting a handwritten apology,” he slurs before swallowing it down. “But this is so muchbetter.”

You dig your elbow into his ribs. Eddie winces and stumbles back.

“It’s not for you,” you correct, gaze averted as you dump a bowl of dry ingredients into the chocolate gold. “It’s for Hopper. For saving your ass.”

The reminder makes Eddie groan. After all, it wasn’t his fault that asshole got too handsy with you at the bar. He didn’t even realize he’d punched the guy until his knuckles collided with his chiseled nose. (He thought for sure his hand was broken then, but the bruises look totally metal now.) 

The cookie-cutter douchebag was hellbent on pressing charges. Chief Hopper assured the asshole that the freak would be spending the night in jail, but instead drove Eddie home in the back of his cop car. He got the talking-to of a century then, from Jim and from you — ‘cause apparently some guy flirting with you isn’t grounds for ‘assault.’ Eddie still thinks that may be too harsh a word.

He tosses his head back, wild curls slipping from his shoulders, as the counter digs into his hip. “You’re still upset about that?” he whines boyishly, then cowers at the glare you give him. “I mean… I didn’t know you were still upset about that,” he amends, more sympathetically this time.

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah, you should be the one apologizing to me, Munson,” you tell him, whisking the filling with a bit more aggression than you mean to. “Or better yet, the guy you punched last night—”

“No way.”

“—You almost broke his nose.”

“Oh, please,” Eddie laughs. “He was just being a baby about it.”

“He wasn’t even doing anything to deserve it!”

“He was bothering you!”

“He was talking to me!” you shout, much harsher than he’s used to. Your eyes glitter despite the way they’ve hardened as they dart back and forth between his darker ones. “And if I can’t have a conversation with some stupid guy without you flying off the handle, then I can’t imagine what you’ll do when some idiot buys me a drink.”

Eddie softens immediately. He didn’t know you felt that way.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, gravitating towards you with unsure steps and reaching for you with a hesitant hand. When you don’t pull away from his touch, he embraces you from behind — arms wrapped around your waist, hands resting on your belly, chin bobbing on your shoulder. “Though, I’m pretty sure that’s not what you wanna hear from me right now. ‘Cause I told you I was sorry ’til I was blue in the face last night, and you still made me sleep on the couch, so…”

You can hear the crooked smile in his softly spoken words.

You fight hard to bite back your own.

“Well, maybe I’m tired of hearing how sorry you are. Maybe I just want you to prove it.” You set the bowl on the counter and skim your pointer finger over the freshly mixed concoction. “Here, open—”

His pink mouth parts. You slide your finger over the soft pad of his tongue, giving him a proper taste of the filling now that it’s finished. Eddie hums at the bittersweet taste — the sickly sugar sufficiently balanced with sea salt. He nods in wordless approval while you lick the remnants from your own finger.

“You know what would taste better, though?” he wonders aloud once he’s swallowed it down, tone dripping in mischief as his tongue darts across his lip.

Your eyes narrow. “Eddie…” you deadpan in a preemptive scold.

The boy only smirks as he coaxes you against the counter with a gentle hand on your shoulder. You grip the granite edge as he descends to his knees before you, his chocolate-eyed gaze never once wavering from yours. 

“You want me to prove it to you, right?” he asks, bruised knuckles lifting the hem of your shirt. “How sorry I am?”

You nod silently, ‘cause you couldn’t muster a cheeky quip right now if you wanted to.

“Well, I’m sorry,” Eddie tells you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to your thigh. You bite back a shiver when his wild curls brush the insides of them. Chills pebble faintly over the skin there, and he smiles. “I’m sorry,” he says once more, punctuated this time by a kiss to the bow of your underwear.

Your breath catches when his pointer finger dips beneath the panty line. His rings brush your burning skin as he slides the fabric to the side. Eddie smirks when he catches your unwavering gaze, as glassy as the sparkling skin of your wet pussy. You can act all mean when you want to, but your body can never pretend with him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, just before licking a fat stripe up the length of your cunt.

Your lips fall softly agape at the warm, satin feeling of his mouth pressed against the most sensitive parts of you. Your head tilts back as your airy moan fills the silent kitchen. The pie you were making is now long forgotten. You’re much sweeter in comparison, anyway.

[princessspunzie]

Caregiver Eddie Masterlist

this will contain all my works about Eddie Munson

(you can find all posts about him under the cg!eddie or eddie spaghetti tag)

all contain age regression, as well as the use of daddy/dada, don’t read if you don’t like

all my work is SFW

feel free to leave any ideas or requests in my ask box :) ~nov 2023 update: i am taking a tiny break from eddie content (all male content actually) to write for women as i sm pretty sure i’m a lesbian lol~

(please read my dni before interacting with this blog)

some links are currently broken, i need to fix them but you can check my cg!eddie tag for everything involving him!

Oneshots :

one chapter fics

- Little Protector

What actually happened after the events of the upside down

- Uncle Steeb

Eddie doesn’t like other people taking care of his baby

- Bedtime Bear

Bedtime with dada and a nonverbal reader

- Jealous Baby

Eddies little is jealous of him spending time with the pretty cheerleader.

Headcanons :

list of ideas / scenarios about him

- How he spoils his angel additional stuff

all the special ways our broke drug dealer boyfriend spoils his little (additional headcanons in reblogs)

- General Cg! Eddie headcanons

just some random thoughts about eddie as a dada :3

- Shampoo Mohawks and Bubble beards

what bathtime is like with our favorite metal head

- Baby’s Birthday week

how eddie celebrates the day the most amazing human blessed the earth

- Princess Tea party

eddie loves to play dress up with his princess

Blurbs :

answers to requests that didn’t turn into a full one shot

- Bandaids and Bruises

someone is a meanie to eddie’s baby and he has to fix it (crybaby! reader)

- Nap time and Knights

you fall asleep on your daddy’s lap during Hellfire club

- Accidents

how eddie handles the reader needing diapers/pull-ups

- Blankey

you regress in school and can’t find your “pinkie”

- Dragon Quest

going on a quest and playing knights with dada

Drabbles :

even shorter than blurbs, little ideas i wrote down

- Tiny Rockstar

baby concerts with dada

- Hellfire coloring book

the hellfire club makes you your own custom coloring pages

- Baby Burps

eddie has germ warfare with his baby

[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

I hope you don't mind me adding to this but I just walked into our FREEZING kitchen and it made me think of this post again because I like to project on Eddie and I have some thoughts!

So, what if Eddie hated winter because he gets cold very easily. And he absolutely hates the feeling of that.

When Eddie gets cold he gets goosepumps and he immediately feels uneasy and unhappy and grumpy and on top of that he also knows that once he gets really cold it takes a lot of effort to warm up again.

Eddie also has issues with his blood circulation aka cold hands and dry skin from years of excessive handwashing (which he's working on) and neurodermatitis in general, all which makes his skin break easily in the cold air when he forgets to use his handcream.

Just Eddie being miserable in winter.

And Richie who obviously hates to see Eddie struggle like that when it gets cold but thinking it's the cutest thing in the world, too, because at home Eddie starts running around like a blanket burrito 24/7.

He's wearing Richie's sweatshirts and his own fluffy Pyjama bottoms Bev got him for his birthday. There's blankets all over the house, especially in and around their cold kitchen and the best goddamn thing is that Eddie just straight up turns into a cuddle monster.

He spends all of his time cuddled into Richie, in the house and especially when they are outside, suddenly forgetting all about his usual stance on too much psa in front of strangers. That rule gets thrown out of the window come oktober.

Also also: Richie getting Eddie a pair of expensive, soft gloves to help protect his hands from the mean, cold air outside.

And so much hot cocoa.

no cause richie is literally a human furnace. whenever eddie gets cold he just goes up to richie and is like “warm pls” and richie takes his hands and holds him close and eddie gets all toasty and warm but the only downside is that he doesn’t want to go back to his work bc he’s so cozy in richie’s arms

[stranger-nightmare]

Yay I’m happy that it’s a cute idea to more then just me. Because oh boy do I have fluff and comfort but…

Also am I gonna add angst and have Jason thinking Val is somehow the whore of the devil because she’s with Eddie when they come a knocking at refer ricks.

Cause yes another version of the drabble I have of Eddie at Val’s is Val staying with Eddie because the group is worried if vecna gets near her well it’s game over.

Maybe Val’s in ricks house because her and Eddie needed food cause let’s be real making I think spaghetti O’s was not gonna really satisfy hunger. And Jason busts in like the fucking psychotic man he is and it’s not a good time.

Does Jason smack Val across the face because she claims to not know where Eddie is? Yes. Does Eddie go feral protect mode after that? Also yes.

Jason is a new level of hate in me that’s like not full Angela or Neil hate it’s like

“Oh when you go to college you would try to roofie someone. And get away with it.” He has that energy. Plus he beat up Eddie’s band mates purely because he assumed they were hiding him. Which is just not cool.

Jason is normal Hawkins member villain number 1 for me.

-🎸😈

I can excuse Vecna murdering people, but I draw the line at an asshole jock bully ✋🏻

but fr that all sounds so cute, just Eddie being frightened of everything and hiding behind tarp the whole time but as soon as someone lays a finger on Val he’s full on feral protection mode, and we love to see it

yeah fuck Jason honestly, I can’t wait to see Lucas beat the shit out of him!!

- hope

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

A drabble about Richie and Eddie's favorite power outage?

fandom: it 2017/2019

ship: reddie

no tw

AO3

notes: this is so late, but i got here eventually! here's a power outage scenario which could definitely be up there on their list of favorites.

"And there's a power outage," Richie says to themself as they flip the switch on the kitchen wall. They flip it another time, and the lights stay off, proving their point. That meant they were going to have cereal for breakfast.

Richie returns to the bedroom.

When they get there, they see Eddie star-fished across the bed, blankets tangled around him. They smile at him. Then they crawl back into bed with their lover, wrapping their arms around him.

"Eddie," they say, trying to wake him up. "Wake up, Sweetheart." Eddie grunts, but otherwise makes no move to get up or even open his eyes. Richie repeats his name a little louder, and Eddie reluctantly turns over to glare sleepily at them.

"Did you have to wake me up this early?" He always wondered how they were up so early. Then again, Richie was always the first one asleep.

"It's almost ten, Eds." Richie smirks. Eddie groans then shoves his face in their neck. Richie chuckles.

"Don't laugh at me," Eddie says to them, pulling back and flopping onto his back. He rubs at his eyes and blinks a few times. "I will suffocate you."

"Won't you miss me when I die?"

Eddie looks at them for a long second. "No," he says, a smile threatening to form despite what he was saying. "Definitely not. Maybe I'll get to sleep if you're dead."

Richie grins. "You're lying." They prop their head up with their arm, reaching over with the other to grab Eddie's hand. "You're gonna miss me," they sing, squeezing Eddie's hand.

Eddie fights the smile as long as he can, but as soon as their fingers move to graze his side, it's game over. Eddie shrieks as Richie leans forward, and uses both of their hands to tickle the other.

"Admit it! Admit you'll miss me, Spaghetti!"

Eddie continues laughing loudly until he can't take the treatment anymore. "Fine! Fine! I'll miss you if you die!"

They pull back, grinning satisfactorily. "Aha! I knew it!" Both of them as are breathing hard as Richie lays back beside their lover. Their expression softens. "Just so you know, it goes both ways."

Eddie looks at them, chest heaving from the activity. His own expression softens.

"Oh, by the way, we're having a power outage."

"Now you tell me?"

[stan-the-cinnamon-roll-uris]

So, I am not exactly sure what happened today but apparently I woke up, blacked back out on my trainride to work for an hour and came back to a finished Reddie drabble.

Please enjoy the following 508 words of Reddie morning fluff:

(This can be read as a Clown-free AU or just as Adult-Reddie in general)

The bed's cold.

That's the first thing Eddie notices as he's slowly waking up in their bedroom.

Alone. That thought follows quickly after.

Eddie wraps the blanket tighter around his shoulders with a tired groan. It does little to warm him up and he ends up huffing out in frustration.

It's god-knows how early on his free saturday morning, Eddie knows that much because the sun isn't even quite out yet, and he doesn't even get to cuddle because Richie is a morning person and didn't even ask or consider how lonely Eddie would feel waking up like this! Cold and alone and grumpy.

There's only one solution.

He finds Richie sitting on the couch in their living room, watching the sunrise through the big vitreous patio doors that lead out to the pool.

Eddie recognizes the coffee mug on the couch table in front of his husband. One of Richie's own merchandise mugs Stan got him for christmas as a gag present. It's his favourite.

Richie's face lights up as he finds Eddie walking up to him. "Spaghetti! Morning my love."

But Eddie doesn't even respond to the nickname. He's a man on a mission and he doesn't stop until he's right in Richie's lap.

A moment later there's a pair of strong arms around his frame and Eddie slumps into the embrace, nuzzling his face in the crock of Richie's neck.

He feels warmer already.

Eddie can feel Richie chuckling as he pulls the blanket Eddie grabbed from their closet before he started looking for his vacant husband over them both. "You look adoribly disgruntled this morning."

"Bed's cold without you." Eddie mumbles against Richie's skin, eyes closed again already.

"Nawww, did you miss me Eds?" he cooes quietly in teasing.

Instead of pushing back like he normally would, Eddie wraps his arms around Richie's torso and leaves a soft kiss against his neck. "Yes. What about it?"

There's a quiet hum in response as Richie moves one hand up Eddie's spine until he reaches his neck and starts playing with his hair.

It feels really nice and soon Eddie feels himself drift off again, feeling a familiar warmth all over.

It's that same warmth he has known for over 30 years, ever since he got to meet Richie for the first time at 8 years old.

Not a lot has changed. Richie still makes him feel crazy sometimes. He still knows how to push all of his buttons.

He still makes him feel safe.

And like he can do anything, as long as Richie's there to catch him if he falls.

It doesn't feel like he could ever grow tired of being close like that. Seeking out comfort if he wants to and getting to be loved uncondicionally.

Richie presses a kiss against the side of Eddie's head right as he's about to fall asleep in his arms like that. "Love you."

Yeah, maybe it's not so bad to get up early on a saturday. Not if he gets to spend his mornings like this.

[seecarrun]

Reddie Drabble - “By Word of Mouth”

Some Went and Eddie bonding no one asked for!

My headcanon for Went is a weird mix of the looks of Bill Hader in The Bunker episode of Doc Now! And the personality of John Mulaney describing his father, so make of that what you will.

I’d put the boys in late elementary school for this one. 4th/5th gradeish.

***

"Eddie Spaghetti! How's my favorite good noodle doing today?"

Eddie bit back a grin as Dr. Tozier appeared in the doorway to the operatory, leaning casually against the frame to grin at him himself. "Hi Mr. Tozier," he said politely.

Dr. Tozier made his wait into the room, rolling the chair over to Eddie's side, and plopping himself down. "Cheryl tells me you are once again part of the coveted No Cavity Club," he said excitedly. "Good to hear. Been brushing twice a day?"

"And flossing every night."

"Thatta boy." Dr. Tozier adjusted his glasses, wire-framed and subtle on his face, unlike his son's, and began tinkering around with Eddie's chair until he was slowly laying back. "Gotta form those good habits now. I hate to say it kid, but genetically, you drew the short straw."

Eddie nodded as best as he could as Dr. Tozier began poking and prodding his teeth with the little metal doodads. He knew his mom's oral hygiene wasn't the best. Too many sweets, Dr. Tozier told her once, shooting Eddie a look behind her back that made him giggle. She had called him a quack the whole ride home, and then proceeded to eat no less than three Little Debbie snack cakes.

"You been having a good summer so far?" he asked as he pulled the instruments from his mouth for a moment to switch one of the little hooks for a small mirror. "Haven't seen you around the house much these last few weeks."

"There's a lot of tree pollen this time of year," Eddie recited, embarrassed for some reason. "Ma's been keeping me inside until the air clears." He bit his lip, adding, uselessly, "Allergies."

Dr. Tozier made a little noncommittal noise under his breath. "I see. Open up again, bud." Eddie opened his mouth for Dr. Tozier to keep poking around once again. "Well, glad to hear it was nothing that meatball of a son of mine did." Eddie snorted, and Dr. Tozier grinned. "He was just in here a few days ago, actually; brought me lunch from home. Showed up with a paper bag and a note from Mags pinned to his back reading 'tag, you're it!'" he chuckled, shaking his head. "He might be driving her crazy. Hard to believe, I know. She's started a back to school countdown. Rich is not happy about it."

Eddie laughed as Dr. Tozier smirked and continued tinkering around in his mouth. Embarrassingly, Eddie found himself thinking about how pretty Dr. Tozier's eyes were. They were the same blue as Richie's.

"I put him to work, though, don't worry," Dr. Tozier continued, thankfully unaware of Eddie's internal musings. "Can't have that boy wandering around with so many sharp tools and mind-altering gases at his disposal. At least the windows in this place have never been cleaner." He paused, scrunching up his nose in an effort to look contemplative, continuing casually, "You know, Eds... I slipped him a few bucks for his effort. Enough for a movie ticket or two." He sat up, cracking his neck and putting the dental instruments away. He pushed a few buttons so Eddie's chair started slowly moving back to a sitting position. "Shouldn't be much tree pollen in the movie theater, I don't think."

Eddie balked a little as Dr. Tozier began to clean up. He caught his eye and winked.

"Tell ya what, kid. I'll make ya an offer ya can't refuse," he continued, switching over to a tough mobster voice that put all of Richie's Voices to shame and surprised a laugh out of Eddie to Dr. Tozier's clear delight. "There's a red toothbrush in it for ya ta get that brat out of my house for a day. Whattaya say, toots? Willing to give him a call? Do all the Toziers a favor?"

Eddie nodded between his bouts of laughter, beaming. Dr. Tozier beamed right back, reaching into a drawer and tossing a bright red toothbrush his way before helping him crawl out of the chair with a kind pat on the back.

Together, they headed back out to the lobby where Eddie's mom was waiting to bring him back home, a slight bounce to his step. He had a phone call to make. Doctor’s orders.

[edspageds]

18+ Reddie Drabble - Mechanic AU

Another drabble I’ve done recently! Aside from these fun snippets, I’m working on a longer work at the moment featuring Lawyer Eddie and I’m pretty excited about it. But, mechanic Eddie is also a plus so I wrote this!

Summary: “Eddie’s a mechanic and Richie loves him.” AU setting where the losers stay in Derry together.

Relationship: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, notsfw

Growing up, Richie thought there wasn't anything good about Derry. That the whole town was rotten to its core. Wanted to change, outgrow it, and never look back. He expected to leave this place the minute he hit eighteen, go on a cross  country journey backpacking to LA. 

But, reality is always more boring than that. 

Instead, he went to EMCC like the rest of the losers club, and stuck around town taking advantage of that in-state discount, sweet scholarship money, and free  parental room and board before transferring to U of M. Even still, there's not much good about 'ol Derry. Except Dan's Mechanics of course. 

Richie leans casually against the wall, trying to seem nonchalant, like he’s not very obviously checking Eddie out. Only, he sucks at being nonchalant, so instead he just looks like an awkward creep. Thankfully, Eddie has his head under the hood of his car, bent over while he inspects his engine, and the shop is currently secluded to the two of them. Small mercies. “

You figure it out yet, Eds?” 

 “Yeah, looks like something nasty got in your fuel line, you sure you don’t know what happened?” He gives Richie an accusing look, but the heat of his stare is accentuated by the small smudge of grease on his cheek. He's just too hot to be anything other than intoxicating. 

 “Yup! Check engine light came on, so I figured, Spaghetti’s the man for the job!” Richie grins, one hundred percent full of shit. He knows exactly why his engine stalled. 

But, he figures if he tells Eddie he poured pop in his tank on a bet, the guy’ll string him up by his toes. Even if it was for fifty smacks. Eddie huffs, turning back to the engine. 

“I told you not to call me that Rich. And don’t think I’m not charging you for this just because you’re my boyfriend.” Richie bites his lip, watching Eddie fiddle around with mechanics beyond his understanding. There's something about Eddie working, secure in his ability, that's so arousing. 

He slides up behind him, crowding Eddie in against the open hood of his car. 

“Oh, well, I don’t got the cash. Think there’s another way I can pay you back, Eddie my love?” He loves how expressive the other man is, cherry flush heating his neck, even though he's called him that a million times. 

Eddie presses back against him, angling his head to look up at Richie with a cocky half smirk. It makes Richie hot with want. 

 “Yeah, we accept all major credit cards too.” Richie laughs, fond warmth dancing in his eyes. 

"Pretty funny chucks, and I thought I was the comedian in this relationship?" Eddie's lips twitch, struggling not to smile. 

"Don't quit your day job. But, if you really want to repay me…" Eddie grabs his hand, guiding him to rub the front of his work jeans, half-hard. 

"I can think of a few things." Fucking Christ Eddie is too good for him. 

Richie grips him through the thick material, stroking his length, the friction pulling a gasp of breathlessness from Eddie. 

"Yeah, only a few things?" Eddie responds by grabbing his hips and pulling Richie more firmly against him, grinding on his clothed cock. 

 Richie's whole body is tingling warm. Between the heat of the garage and Eddie pressed up against him, he's nearly overwhelmed by it. They take their time, feeling each other in gasped moans, and tiny whines. Richie dips a hand beneath the waistband of Eddie's pants, and wants to see him cum across his engine with a near crazed desire. Eddie angles his head back, and their lips meet feverish. 

The angle is awkward, and he may have a crick later, but they're too absorbed in each other to care about minor discomforts. And that's what Derry is really, a minor discomfort. Because here at Dan's Mechanics, there's one Eddie Kaspbrak that makes all the bullshit show itself for what it truly is. 

A footnote in their lives. 

No, there's not much good about 'ol Derry. But, Richie wouldn't change a single thing about his life. 'Cause boring reality is fine, just the way it is. As Eddie shoves down his pants, giving more room to fuck into his fist, he amends that statement. 

'Cause reality is better, in all it's messiness, then anything he could have ever dreamed.

[lovebugism]

i adoreeee your sm!! would you write eddie x cheerleader!reader where they have their first time together? in his room in his trailer uwu? hurt/comfort 💕😭 and ofc she’s friends with the hellfire club and sits with them at their tableeee at the cafeteriaaa awwwgshsgsgsg

ty for requesting :D — a summary of the day after your first time with eddie munson (established relationship, brief hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of sex but no real smut | 0.9k)

bug's two year celebration ♡

You enter Hawkins High that morning with a subtle ache between your thighs. A distant panging from within you feel strangely proud of. A soreness that makes you feel brand new.

You spare a brief glance at Eddie from the corner of your eye. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he picked you up that morning (or since he dropped you off the evening before that). Your chest swells with a sparkling feeling. You bow your head to hide your smiling, but you can’t shake the feeling that everyone’s looking at you — that your deepest secrets have somehow made the headlines of the school paper.

“I feel like everyone’s staring,” you admit in a whisper when the two of you pause at your adjoining lockers. Your words are nearly drowned out by the droning of a thousand conversations. Your hands shake with the lock.

“Of course they are,” Eddie scoffs, leaning against the forest green metal (‘cause it’s not like he carries his books around anyway). He grins down at your timid form and shrugs. “Why wouldn’t they be? Look at us.”

He chuckles under his breath and waits for you to laugh with him. You never do. You just duck your head and reach into your locker for a history book, more content to hide within its confines. Eddie burns.

“I— I didn’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about,” he murmurs, more seriously now, as he takes a small step closer to you. 

“No, I know!” you blurt, gaze averted. “I just… I just feel sorta weird.”

“Like… Bad weird?”

“No! It’s— It’s not like that…” You don’t know how to put your swirling feelings into words, so you trail off and regret mentioning anything at all. 

Eddie watches you shut down before him. His chest pinches as he reaches for you.

“Hey… There’s nothing to be worried about, okay?” he coos to you with a wavering, crooked smile. “No one knows shit except the two of us— And trust me, I’m gonna be thinking about it all day—”

His attempts to make you laugh work this time.

You smack his shoulder with a quiet giggle, and he laughs harder at himself.

“I’m serious!” he says, cradling his arm.

“You’re annoying,” you correct, still smiling.

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Eddie croons. “I need something to think about until next time…”

You meet his boyish grin with narrowed eyes. “That is very presumptuous of you, Eddie Munson.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he laughs.

You shrug without a word and shut your locker with a soft clang.

Eddie’s smile fades as you walk away from him. “Wait— What does that mean?” he shouts to you, but receives no answer as you disappear into the bustling crowd.

—————

Alone at the Hellfire cafeteria table, you read silently and wait for the rest of the club to take their seats. Jeff is first, ‘cause his mom always packs his lunch. Dustin and Mike are second, and Eddie is third. Your boy arrives with a sudden kiss to your cheek that startles you for a fleeting moment.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in your ear.

“It’s been three hours,” you laugh.

Eddie follows you when you flinch away from him. “Yeah, tell me about it,” he croons, ducking down to press a kiss to your neck. Until you shove him away, at least, face burning at the blatant PDA in front of the rest of your friends. You turn back to your book and try to ignore their unwavering eyes.

“You guys are gross,” Dustin grumbles through a mouthful of fries.

Eddie slumps down in his seat at the head of the table. His lips curl into a lopsided smirk as he tilts his head. “You’re just jealous, Dusty-Bun.”

“Um, excuse me, but I have Suzie, in case you forgot. And she’s hotter than Pheobe Cates— I have nothing to be jealous of,” Dustin rambles, then flashes you an apologetic glance. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you murmur.

“Oh. Right,” Eddie nods, slow and sarcastic. “You mean your very real, not fake at all girlfriend?”

“She’s real!”

“You guys are acting clingier than usual,” Mike observes in his usual monotone.

Gareth arrives at the table then. His tray clatters as he sits down across from you. “It’s ‘cause they had sex,” he tells the raven-haired boy with a nonchalant shrug.

You freeze, breath catching as your heart drops to your stomach. You turn to Eddie with wide, uncertain eyes. You couldn’t hide your shock if you wanted.

Eddie’s face houses a similar horror. “I didn’t tell him. I swear.”

“You didn’t have to tell me,” Gareth scoffs and takes a too-big bite of his burger. His eyes flit between the two of you as he talks through the wad in his cheek. “I can practically smell it on you guys. You’re like a couple of cats in heat.”

“Well, only one cat would be in heat, so technically…” Dustin trails off at the glare Eddie gives him. “Sorry. Not helping.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” Gareth chuckles at his best friend’s simmering anger, ketchup clinging to the corner of his mouth. He slaps the boy on his leather-clad shoulder and says, “It’s about time you get laid, man— I was starting to worry.”

“Says the virgin,” Eddie quips and steals a fry from his tray.

You swat his other shoulder.

“What?” he winces playfully.

“You were a virgin, too, asshole,” Gareth grumbles.

“Yeah. I remember it like it was yesterday,” Eddie says within a whimsical sigh.

“That’s because it was yesterday, idiot.”

[kingofdirtandnothing]

@polyfacetious big ass Christmas Drabble Extravagaza: Day Twenty Four

The water is beautiful, pristine and blue, with frothy white peaks from the waves as they crest and fall over each other. It was somehow even bluer than the sky, that was wide open and only dotted with fat white clouds, the sun beating down on their shoulders with the full brunt of summer. 

Ben was going to be lobster red by the time they were done today. Poe could already see the pink starting to spread across the bridge of his nose and the broad set of his freckled shoulders. No matter how many times he re-applied his sunscreen, Ben managed to burn. 

And he was going to burn to a crisp if Poe couldn’t get him off of this cliff and down into the water below. 

“Come on.” Poe was trying for seductive, cool. He was pretty sure it was coming out wheedling, given the look that Ben was shooting him right about now. “It’s not even that high.” That was a bunch of bullshit, it was at least twenty feet between the edge of the cliff and the water. But that wasn’t how you sold yourself to people. You had to look on the bright side.

Ben’s eyebrow flicks upwards in answer, sarcastic and silent all at once. Poe wonders, distantly, if anyone else has to have conversations with their boyfriend’s eyebrows, or if he was just lucky. ‘Lucky’. Heavy on the sarcasm there. 

“It’s one jump. I won’t make you do it again.” Poe was true to his word about that. With every hike and every cliff dive, and every octopus tentacle on a plate or slimy oyster in a shell, Poe’s request had only ever been: once. Try it once.

It was the same way his mom used to do to him when he was a kid. ‘You try this once, and if you don’t like it, that’s just fine. But you have to try new things out in the world, mijo.’ When he was really little, Poe knows he gave his mom hell about it. Little kids are made for comfort and routine. They wanted things to be the same all the time. But his mom, she was a stubborn woman. A smart one too. Because over time, Poe came around to almost all of it. It made him adventurous, once he was old enough to get brave all on his own.

And Ben needed that too. He needed time to get brave all on his own. Because as much as Ben wanted to pretend like he was buttoned up and calm, there was an adrenaline junkie hiding beneath the skin. Poe had found him by accident, a few too many drunken kisses behind Peter and Eddie’s bar turning into hands inside of pants in a back alley while pedestrians walked down the street a few feet away. 

Now he wanted to nourish that adrenaline junkie, to show Ben all the fun you could have if you just swallowed down your fear and kept moving forward. And hell, the fear could be part of the fun if you looked at things the right way.

Because it was never about not being afraid. Everyone was scared sometimes, and Poe would like to punch the guy in the mouth who taught Ben Solo that men weren’t supposed to be afraid. That they weren’t supposed to cry. That he had to be stoic and quiet at all times. 

There was way too much inside of Ben to settle for being stoic. He deserved better than that, and Poe was going to be the one who gave the world to him on a damn silver platter. He just had to get him off of the ledge first. Baby steps.

“Listen, I’m nervous too. It’s a long way down. My heart is going a mile a minute. Feel it.” Poe reaches out, taking one of Ben’s big hands and bringing it to his chest so that his boyfriend could feel the rapid fire beating of his heart beneath the cage of muscle and bone. Up close like this, Poe could count each and every one of Ben’s eyelashes. If he wasn’t in a hurry to get down in the water, he would stay here as long as it took to do so.

“But that’s okay. It’s okay to be nervous. It’s okay to be scared.” Ben still manages to look a little bit surprised every time that Poe says that. But he was going to beat it into that pretty head of his until it became the norm. There was nothing wrong with being afraid. “That’s your body going ‘hey pal, this seems kinda shady. Are we sure we want to do this?” Ben huffs a laugh under his breath, and makes no effort to pull away. 

“The thing is, the body doesn’t know what our head knows, now does it?” Poe inclines his head towards the water. “This is a safe spot. This is an allowed diving spot. There’s signs up by the legs and everything. Which means people have come through here and looked for sharp rocks and made sure that we weren’t going to hit anything on the way down. So in times like these, we respect our bodies for looking out for us, but we also respectfully disagree.”

Ben is watching him like there isn’t anything else in the world that matters, and Poe wants it to stay like that forever. It’s why he talks so damn much. Poe Dameron has always been a talker, he’s gotten himself out of more than a few tough scrapes with just his words, but when it gets him Ben’s undivided attention, he starts tacking on extra thoughts and extra words to fill in the blank and keep those pretty eyes on him. 

“We can jump together. We’ll hold hands and everything.” Ben scoffs, but instinctively his eyes trip down to the hand still splayed against the tan skin of Poe’s chest. He wants to, he’s just fighting against some old thought or hang up that was keeping his feet on the ground.

Fuck toxic masculinity. 

“I’m serious. I want to jump holding your hand. And it doesn’t make me less of a man for wanting to do it.” Poe’s chin juts out, defiance written across every line of his face. He doesn’t even know if this is what the hold up is in Ben’s head, but he’s already on the wind up, so the words were coming out. Sorry Ben.

“If anything, it makes me more of a man. Because I’m man enough to say when I need something and right now, I need my boyfriend to hold my hand and jump off a cliff with me.” And as his little spiel winds down, Poe’s disdain and his anger shift like the breeze changing direction and he grins. “We’re not going to Thelma and Louise it, Ben. We’re just jumping into the ocean so we can swim.”

And just to round out all his options, Poe steps in close against the hand on his chest until Ben’s arm bends at the elbow and he’s able to step in closer, to put them practically chest to chest. (Even Poe has to admit they haven’t been eye to eye or nose to nose since tenth grade. Stupid Solo growth spurt.)

“Just think of how much fun we can have in that water, babe. You and me and nobody else close enough to see what my hands are doing under the water.”

Would Poe actually try getting Ben off underneath the waves in the ocean? Absolutely, if Ben showed even the slightest inclination that he wanted it. And given the way Ben’s tongue had just darted out to wet his bottom lip, Poe was pretty sure that he had him on the hook. 

Now just to get him over the ledge.

There’s a dark glint in Ben’s eyes that Poe is crazy freaking in love with. His boy had a dark side, Poe just had to get it to come to the surface sometimes. “So? What do you say? It’s an adventure. All you have to do is take that leap.”

Ben shakes his head, a strand of dark hair spilling across his forehead. “Everything is an adventure to you.” See, Poe knows how to read Ben. And his mouth might be saying ‘Poe, you’re a dumbass’ but his eyes were saying ‘I want to do this too’. 

“So!” Poe finally steps back away from Ben, and with a half glance behind him, perilously close to the edge. He throws his arms out wide, and hears the sound of a pebble skitter off of the side of the cliff. Poe knows he really can’t hear it hit the water, but his brain decides he can hear the weighty thump of it hitting the waves.. “What good is living life if you don’t have any adventures. What are we going to tell our grandkids about, Ben?”

Yeah, so he’s pushing it there. Maybe one day Ben would decide he wanted to settle down, to really settle down and do the whole boring office job and a wife with two point five kids and a dog. But Poe is banking (hoping) that it isn’t the case, and that he’ll have Ben with him until they’re old and grey. 

Who said you couldn’t have adventures with kids? His mom and dad used to take him hiking and swimming and kayaking all the time when he was a kid, and Poe loved every damn second of it. He loved waking up in a tent to the smell of coffee over the fire and the soft sound of his parents talking quietly. 

He wanted to give kids of his own that same kind of life, one of these days. A life where they knew they were loved, and that they were safe even when the world wasn’t always safe. That they could be brave and reach out and try things and still know that at the end of the day, their family had their back.

Not any time soon, but one of these days. 

“Poe…” There’s a warning in Ben’s voice, and he’s got a hand outstretched, like he could tug on some invisible cord and get Poe away from the ledge. Tough luck, pal. You were going to have to come and get him. 

“What? You too scared to come and get me?” Listen, Poe lives a spaghetti at the wall kind of life. And he was just going to keep throwing things at Ben until something stuck and they were in that crystal clear water beneath them. Seriously, the rocks were starting to burn the bottom of Poe’s feet. It was hot out here. 

“Are you…” He sees the second Ben catches on to what he’s about to do, and Poe even hears the mumbled ‘don’t you dare’ before he starts clucking like a chicken. And Poe goes all in on it too, tucking his hands up against his armpits and flapping his “wings”. “Bock bock!”

Who knew that in a stream of care, and constructive criticism and even a commentary on the state of masculinity in the world, that it would be good old fashioned childish insults that got Ben to move. 

Poe has just enough time to think ‘victory!’ before that big, broad shouldered body connects with him and they go hurtling off of the edge of the cliff, Poe whooping the entire way down. The water feels solid for a moment before they break through and cold rushes around him, bright and bracing. 

He finds his bearings, kicking his feet to make his way back to the surface, shaking the hair out of his eyes like a dog. Ben isn’t far behind, sputtering and laughing all at the same time. Ben’s smile had the same effect on Poe’s stomach as jumping off of a cliff. 

A real nice swooping. 

“See?” He’s going to be smug now, Ben. No two ways about it. “I told you it would be fun.”

[nobody7102]

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