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Those Days In Between

“We fucked in a motel bathroom when we were 22.”

“And hello to you too, Edward.” 

Eddie shoved past Richie, storming into his living room, throwing his cane onto the armchair, and practically flinging himself down onto the couch. 

Richie blinked before slowly closing the door and leaning back against it. Waiting. Trying not to internally freak out and failing miserably. 

“And in the backseat of your shitty Sedan at 26.” 

Richie took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling.

“Oh, so we are talking about it then,” he nodded vigorously to himself, his veins alight with nerves. 

“And in that sketchy apartment in Brooklyn at 28,” Eddie continued as if Richie hadn’t spoken, burying his face in his hands. 

Richie cleared his throat before mumbling to the floor.

“And in that lodge in Aspen when we were 31.” 

Eddie’s head snapped up, gaping into the air in front of him. 

“God, my work retreat,” he gasped, muttering rapidly to himself before getting up and beginning to limp back and forth in front of the TV. 

Richie watched him wearily, standing as stiff as a board so as not to spook him. 

“And…” Eddie rubbed a hand down his face, “and that last time in San Antonio—”

“When we were 34,” Richie finished, trying and failing to ignore the tantalizing images (memories, fuck) flooding his brain. “Yeah.” 

Their eyes locked.

Eddie swallowed roughly in a way that somehow felt both foreign and achingly familiar and had Richie’s already far-too-reminiscent dick twitching in his sweatpants. 

“And we...forgot.”

He sounded lost. Aghast. And something else Richie was afraid to name. 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Every single time.” 

Fuck. Don’t ask him, don’t ask him, don’t ask—

“And, when did you meet Myra?” 

Eddie’s dark eyes, (the same ones that had managed to haunt Richie’s dreams for the last twenty-seven years even without him remembering who they belonged to,) bulged at that before darting away. 

“When I was 34. We...it was a few weeks after San Antonio, I think.” 

Richie hummed, folding his arms across his chest and rationalizing to himself that the spike of possessive jealousy surging through him was both ridiculous and unfair. The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head anyway. 

“How…” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, blowing out an exasperated breath, “how did we forget and keep being...drawn back to each other?” 

I was always drawn to you.

Richie bit the inside of his cheek to stop those words from tumbling out. 

“Don’t know,” he shrugged, “but Ben told me that he and Bev recently remembered they had sat beside one another on a train once. He gave her his newspaper.” 

Eddie let out a noise between a scoff and a snort.

“That’s hardly the same as—” 

“Surreptitiously fucking each other on and off for twelve years?” 

Eddie let out a pained whine at that before sinking slowly down into the armchair, clutching his cane in his hands. 

“My divorce was finalized today.” 

Richie nodded even though Eddie wasn’t looking at him.

“I saw the group chat blowing up. Uh, congrats, Eds.” 

Richie had been in New York for three weeks now, finalizing some stuff of his own. His manager, Steve, had set him up in an impressive penthouse on the Upper East Side that was, (unbeknownst to Richie,) merely a stone’s throw away from where Eddie worked. Accidentally bumping into him yesterday on the street had been...something. Especially considering the last time he had laid eyes on his childhood friend he had been recuperating in a hospital bed after being shiskabobbed by an evil alien space clown in their hometown of Derry, Maine.  

Over the last six months, they had fervently talked and texted in the group chat that Bev insisted they set up, much to the fake chagrin of an also recuperating Stanley Uris. They made plans for another Loser Reunion with added Stan the Man and his wife, and sans interdimensional nightmare-fuel and fortune cookies.

But that was still a month away.

In that time in between, they had hardly ever communicated one-on-one apart from some dumb memes and Eddie refusing to acknowledge said memes. 

So Richie had been more than a little caught off guard when he suddenly, (while sipping his venti latte and minding his own business,) collided with a short, brunet whirlwind who growled, “Watch it, asshole!” only to realize that same whirlwind was his childhood best friend. 

And the love of his life.

And the guy he had unknowingly railed like there was no tomorrow half a dozen times since 1997.

“I started to remember back in the Townhouse.” 

That finally got Richie to unglue himself from the door. He unfolded his arms and trudged across the room to sit on the couch, keeping his eyes firmly on a safe spot at Eddie’s shoulder.

“Me too.” 

Eddie’s head shot up. 

“Then why didn’t you say anything?!” 

“Why didn’t you?!” Richie shot back before speaking to the floor.

“Look, I figured you didn’t wanna talk about it. You were married and you know, we had scarier shit goin’ on. But then…” he took a shaky breath, forcing himself not to close his eyes. 

“Then you died and we couldn’t talk about it. Then you un-died and we...things were so good, having you—the Losers back in my life, I—I didn’t wanna fuck that up. And now, here you are.”

“Fucking things up.” 

Their eyes met.

“No, Eds,” Richie said more sincerely than he could ever remember being, “you’re not fucking things up. I...I don’t regret any of it.” 

He finally let his eyes roam over Eddie’s face, which was crumbling, getting wearier and wearier by the second.

Ice trickled down his spine.

“But you know,” he cleared his throat and gave a half-shrug, trying and failing for nonchalant, “it’s okay if you do. Uh, regret it. I mean, I get it. It’s—”

“I don’t regret any of it either.” 

Richie’s stomach lurched and shot into his chest, doing the mambo with his heart.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tozier.

“Oh. Okay. Cool.” 

You’re a fuckin’ wordsmith, Trashmouth.

Eddie blinked at Richie’s lackluster response before heaving himself up out of the chair, wincing only a little as he began his frantic pacing again. 

“I mean, it’s not like we knew what we were doing. Who...who we really were to each other,” he rambled more so to himself. “So it’s not like a...a breach of friendship or something, right?” 

The only thing getting breached was your assho—

“Right,” Richie forced out, even though he knew it was more of a rhetorical question. 

He stared at his hands. From the corner of his eye, he saw Eddie halt in his tracks. 

“You didn’t mention the first time,” Richie mumbled, a knot tightening in his gut as he felt Eddie’s stare boring down on him. 

“That’s because we were 17 and still in Derry,” he sighed. “We remembered each other then. But you couldn’t even look at me after. And that had just been a drunken kiss.” 

He let out a humorless laugh. 

“And by the time I plucked up the courage to talk to you about it, you were telling me you were moving. Brought me out to The Kissing Bridge of all places and got snot all over my shirt collar from crying so hard. So I let it go. I...let you go.” 

He felt rather than saw him take a seat next to him on the couch. 

“You were my first and only kiss until I met you again as a stranger at 22.”

His stomach fluttered like a 12 year old girl sitting next to her crush.

You're not that far off, asshole.

“You were the first guy I ever blew,” Richie chuckled softly, “almost threw up in your lap, if I remember correctly.” 

He didn’t have to see Eddie’s face to know that the disgusted wrinkle between his eyebrows was there. 

“I don’t know what came over me,” he practically whispered, shifting a little and seemingly unbothered by the pressing of their shoulders, “I had never done anything like that. I...a one-night stand isn’t really my thing.” 

Richie nodded, the feeling of déjà vu seeping into his veins.

“You said that every time.” 

“Fuck, I did, didn’t I?” 

They sat with that for a beat. 

Two. 

Three.

“Nobody has ever blown me like you did. Before or since.” 

Richie's treasonous dick twitched again.

"Yeah?"

“Yeah,” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Cool,” he replied, fighting a full-bodied cringe. 

No wonder you needed ghostwriters for years, Tozier. Jesus.

Eddie didn’t seem to notice his complete inability to form full sentences, however, busy tapping a jittery hand on the end of his cane and staring at his shoes. 

“But...that’s in the past. We—we can move on from it. It’s not like we’re still into each other in that way and want a repeat performance now or anything. Right?”

“Right.” 

“Right.” 

Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Richie hadn't noticed how loud the clock in his living room was until that very moment.

"Wait..." he frowned, something Eddie had said finally settling in the back of his mind. "You said I was your first and only kiss until we met again at 22."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Eddie shift on the couch, deftly avoiding his gaze.

"Eds, does that—does that mean I—did I take your virginity?"

(Continued here)

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(Idk what this is lol. It's been in my drafts for over a year so I decided to post it here. May continue it one day, who knows...)

(More Reddie fics)

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Eddie Munson in the Upside Down

for carry home, my little soldier by @miserablekingsteve for @strangerthingsreversebigbang

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and what about it?

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Reddie doodles

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artset for You were not born here (but this is where you belong)

Story by @fabelds-blog for @steddiebang Art by @artgroves Rating: M Fandom: Stranger Things Relationships: Eddie Munson / Steve Harrington Word Count: 40K Tags: Canon AU, slow burn

Summary: In the months after the Starcourt fire, Eddie Munson takes on three new challenges: finishing his torturous summer assignment, running Reefer Rick’s operation, and his renewed crush on a reformed Steve Harrington.

On AO3

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Holiday spirit Reddie

( aka I got new pens and needed to give them a try)

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𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓!🎃

Hello people! I know it’s been such a long time since I’ve posted anything on here … but I’ve had the honour to participate in #HallowRen4:TheFinalChapter! I’m so glad and thankful to be part of this!

I’m so stoked to see all the other artworks and stories all these amazing people have prepared and worked on so hard for today!!

And now, my artwork:

Prompt: Trick or treat

Warning: Body Horror, dead body in bag!

I really hope you all like it!

Happy spooky season and I wish you all a fantastic hallows eve!🎃😼

Don’t take candy from strangers!👻

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HALLOWREN 4: THE FINAL CHAPTER 🤡

Prompt: Cult

Quote: "Crazily, she thought: I would call the turtle, but the turtle couldn’t help us."

High Priestess of the Cult of Maturin🕯️🐢🩸

{sorry I always end up making Beverly the focus of my pieces, but she's one of the more "in tune" Losers. Also the kids are basically in a cult, they built a hideout and hotboxed themselves to induce visions and performed an ancient ritual to banish a fear demon, but what if they had matching robes and like way too many candles? 🤔}

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A small group of fantastic creators were given the task of taking on a prompt and quote to make something spooky for you. The collection on Ao3 can be viewed here!

More work may appear in the near future from other writers/artists for those that missed the Halloween deadline! Post will be edited/reblogged as needed.

Please keep in mind, this is a horror fandom, and a Halloween project. Fics may present mature and difficult topics, so review the ratings and tags, and proceed with caution!

Previous Years: 2020 2021 2022

2023 Fanfiction:

as long as we’re together, the rest can go to hell by myself

Comforting Pressure by @honestlydonotcareenough

Eddie in “Wonder” Land by Starfishgirl

The Long Darkness by @lethimrunsonia

2023 Fanart:

“It won’t do you any good to run, Eddie” by @alyssamcdoodle

“High Priestess of the Cult of Maturin” by @boyduroy

“Trick or Treat” by @bad-nico

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“It won’t do you any good to run, Eddie”

Fortune Teller prompt for Hallowren 4 The Final Chapter

(Happy spooky season everyone 🤡 🎈)

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Some doodles from September

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Ghostie ( happy spooky month)

👻

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And that’s the end of chapter 2!

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Reddie week day 2 and 3 combo

Occupation swap ( flower shop au) & meet cute. Eddie goes in to buy flowers for Myra and accidentally meets the love of his life. Ooops