#eddie spaghetti drabble

[lovebugism]

i feel like eddie doesn’t seem himself as “hot” but obviously you do. you’re on your way to a pool party and steve’s and he walks out in just swim trunks asking if he looks okay (they were thrifted and he’s just making sure they fit correctly okay 🥹). y’all barely even make it to steve’s because you can’t get over how GOOD this man looks.

you're so real for this anon. ty for requesting :D — the one where eddie munson has no idea how pretty he is (established relationship, hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of body insecurity and allusions to smut 18+ | 1.1k)

Eddie stands in the corner of your bedroom, before the full-length mirror propped against the wall, and pokes himself once in the stomach. The pale, pudgy skin there dips under his pointer finger before bouncing back in place. He can’t stop looking at his tummy, which sits just barely over the hem of his swim trunks. 

It’s hardly noticeable. Nothing anyone else would bother looking twice at. But to him, it’s so distressingly obvious that the sight alone makes his chest ache.

“Do these look okay?” Eddie mumbles absentmindedly, not looking back at you as he runs his ringed fingers under the elastic edge of the plain black shorts. The gesture is obviously an anxious one — like, if he does it enough times, maybe he can stretch it out a bit. (It hasn’t quite worked for him yet.)

Your silence is palpable and hardly encouraging. 

Eddie looks at you over his shoulder, deep brown eyes glimmering with melted chocolate and distant worry, half-hidden behind his wild curls. He finds you lying in the middle of your bed — with your head in your palms and your feet kicked up behind you — staring right at him.

Your eyes meet. You blink hard, face burning as your glazed-over gaze regains its life once more. “Hm?” you hum, then clear your throat.

Eddie’s lips quirk faintly upward. A mere flicker of a smile at your coyness. “I asked if these looked okay.”

You look him up and down to admire his form, (which you’d been doing the entire time, in truth, only now you’ve got the go-ahead for your unabashed leering.) 

Your boy is a tower of milky white quartz — full of lanky limbs, fading tattoos, and dustings of sparse hair. As far as you’re concerned, Eddie Munson was carved by Michaelangelo himself. A hand-crafted sculpture lost to time who somehow wormed his way into your heart and Forest Hills trailer park alike. 

Your eyes trail from his pretty face, to his long neck, to the black widow tattooed on his collarbone. They land finally on the happy trail below his belly button that disappears into his swim shorts. 

Your breath catches in your throat. You swallow hard and try to come up with something to say as your brain short-circuits.

“Yeah. Yeah, they look— they look great, Eds,” you stammer, rising from your lounged position on the bed to sit along the edge of it. You squeeze your thighs together when a dull throbbing settles suddenly between them. “Do they fit okay?”

Eddie, unaware of your blossoming desire, turns away. He looks back at his reflection, and his eyes fall immediately to his stomach. He runs his pointer fingers under the hem of the shorts and pretends it does something. Though, it doesn’t change how much of his torso is on display just now. Or how pale his lanky legs are after being hidden all summer season.

“I think so,” he murmurs with an unconvincing waver to his voice. He shifts his weight on his bare feet and caves. “I don’t know— I think I’m just gonna change.” 

You rise from the squeaking mattress. The oversized tee you’re using as a makeshift cover-up floods your smaller form. You catch the boy’s wrist before he can reach for the clothes he left in a pile on your floor. 

“You promised you weren’t gonna wear jeans!” you protest in a playful whine.

Eddie meets your pout with a more exaggerated one — brows twisted, nose scrunched, mouth snarled.  “I know, but I hate these,” he says with a louder whine.

“I don’t want you to get heat stroke and die,” you confess, mousy and obviously sarcastic, as you fall into the boy’s bare chest. 

You wrap both arms around his waist and rest your chin on his sternum, blinking up at him with pretty, glittering eyes. You can smell the floral shampoo in his hair from here, and the musky cologne on his neck you bought for him last Christmas.

Eddie cups your cheeks with softly calloused palms. “Good to know,” he quips with a lopsided smile that he then kisses you with. The crooked grin tastes faintly of nicotine and boy — a nostalgic feeling more than a real flavor.

“I’m serious, Eds,” you tell him with a stern glint in your eyes, chin bobbing against his chest with every word. “They look great on you, okay? Cross my heart.”

His chest sparkles at the compliment. Warms so much it starts to hurt all over again. 

And it’s not that he thinks you’re lying, he just wishes he believed you more. Or that he could see himself through your eyes or something. They always get so squishy around the edges when you look at him — with an adoration he doesn’t know he deserves.

“You’d tell me if I look like an idiot, though, right?” he wonders, half-joking.

“I tell you you look like an idiot all the time,” you deadpan, equally half-joking.

That gets a laugh out of him. “Fair enough,” the boy nods with a quiet chuckle.

“But I like these. Seriously. You should wear them,” you advise firmly and step back from him. Eddie mourns the warmth of your body when only your hands reach out to touch him. “And you can blame them for making us late…”

Eddie’s brows furrow at the mischievous lilt in your voice. “We don’t have to be at Steve’s for another, like, fifteen minutes,” he insists with a breathy laugh that gets caught in his throat when your hand dips under the hem of his swim trunks. “Oh?” he hums with a crooked smile.

You nod with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. The fuzzy hair of his happy trail tickles the soft skin of your fingertips. His skin is soft and warm and inviting. Your hand starts to ache with the longing to feel him completely.

Eddie forgets how to breathe when you cup his stiffening cock in your supple palm. His eyes go heavy as his pink mouth falls softly agape. “Oh…” he repeats, deeper and more far away this time.

You grin in the face of his distant pleasure, which you seem to give him with little effort now (like a total fucking minx.) Eddie’s chest twists at the roguish twinkle in your eye. He knows he’s surely in for it now, but he doesn’t mind it. He yearns for it, really.

He only hopes that Steve won’t mind either — when the two of you show up at his place a half hour or more late, mussed with an obvious pleasure and reeking of it just the same.

[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.

[catharusustulatus]

Steddie Drabble, TW: child abuse.

Initially, Wayne doesn’t care for Steve. Calls him “the Harrington boy” or “Richard’s son” with contempt, asks if “Richard’s son” is coming over for dinner again and Eddie just rolls his eyes and says “yes, Wayne, STEVE is coming over at 7.” Wayne doesn’t like him because…well, he’s not stupid to judge a book by its cover, he thinks.

But the fifth time Harrington comes over, he brings a bouquet of flowers, and Eddie, well, his cheeks are redder than the spaghetti sauce Wayne’s been stirring, so that’s something.

And then the sixth time Steve comes over, he brings Wayne a Garfield magnet. It’s small, “found it at the thrifty mart with Robin, I’m sorry it’s not brand new…” Steve mumbles, and Eddie is wide eyed and smiling, and Wayne LOVES Garfield. He puts it on the fridge, pats Steve on the back, says “um, thank you son.”

They fall into a pattern, the three of them. Steve comes over for dinner every Friday night after work. He dresses clean and is polite to Wayne, helps with the dishes, sometimes brings bread rolls or licorice or beer or jokes. Eddie starts setting the table. Wayne starts laughing at the jokes. After Steve leaves, Wayne knows Eddie smiles himself to sleep. It’s different, now.

And then the next time Steve is supposed to come over for dinner, he doesn’t show. Eddie had been making macaroni and cheese all evening, grating the cheese carefully as he bopped his head to some metal song, cheerful, and then it was 7 and then it was 8 and then Wayne thought “maybe call him, Ed.”

Nobody answers. When they call again, nobody answers. And Wayne has a bad feeling about it.

It isn’t until almost 11, dinner cold and Eddie pacing, about to radio someone named Robin when Steve’s car pulls up, they know the lights so well. They run outside to greet him and Eddie freezes when Steve starts falling out of the drivers seat, face dark and pained. Wayne jumps into action. Wayne catches Steve and hauls him into the trailer, his living room, and oh god, he’s covered in bruises like he was put through Eddie’s cheese grater, and oh god, Eddie’s broken out into tears behind him.

Steve’s left eye is swollen shut, and his face is purple and bloody. His lip is split and his hair is wild, his shirt is torn, and Wayne wonders what’s underneath the shirt as he gets the first aid kit, wonders how the hell he thought Steven was anything other than an angel.

Eddie gets a dish towel wet in the kitchen and cleans Steve’s face, quiet and crying, and Wayne sets the first aid kit down next to Eddie and makes some coffee. He thinks about talking, doesn’t. Touches the Garfield magnet for good luck. He feels like maybe Steve needs it.

Steve who is holding Eddie’s wrist as he cleans him up, wincing and crying from his good eye. Finally, after a silence that gives Wayne heartburn, Eddie sits back on his heels and says whisper quiet, “your dad?”

Steve gulps, blinks. “My uh, my dad. I was writing you uh, uh a love note.” Eddie looks over at Wayne. Wayne wipes his brow. “But uh, he found it, and your name’s not uh, Edith” Steve lets out a chuff, winces again. “So he asked what was going on, and I told him. I told him. And then he said I had one minute to take it back or he’d make me take it back.” Eddie lets out a small gasp, more like a howl, and sits completely on the floor. Wayne sits down at the table, cold mac and cheese looking like a sick joke. And he’s so mad. Wayne is so, so mad, seeing this young man who so obviously loves his pride and joy, shares in his pride and joy, who brings him apples to make apple pie, he growls out

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Steven, not one thing. You stay here long as you like, hell, don’t leave. We got you, boy.”

And that’s that. Steve crumples in on himself, and Eddie pulls him into a big hug, just holds him, rocks him, coos “a love note, huh, sweetheart? For me?” And Steve nods until he nods off.

The next morning, while Robin takes care of Steve, Wayne and Eddie break into Steve’s room, clear out everything he owns, and slash his dad’s tires. That was Wayne’s idea - the least he could do for a loved one.

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Salty (Discord Drabble)

Eddie, Robin and Steve as the most incompetent roommates au.

Robin thinks she might just fall right to sleep on top of her textbook when a steamy, bright red blob of tomato sauce plops onto the page. It soaks through, staining the words and blurring the printed ink.

She looks up in horror to find Eddie standing before her, grinning expectantly.

“Try,” he insists, pushing the dripping spoon closer to her.

Robin recoils.

“I thought the whole point of you preparing dinner was so I could study?”

Eddie makes a face, “That’s what I’m doing. But you need to taste test, hmm? Here comes the airplane!”

He spits out some garbled noises Robin supposes sounds like an engine as he swoops the spoon at enough of an angle that another blob flies halfway across the counter island.

Robin lunges, grabbing Eddie’s wrist before he can do any more damage.

“Fine,” she relents, tugging his hand, “Give it here.”

Still holding on, she maneuvers Eddie’s wrist, twisting it as she moves her head to get the sample in her mouth –

But when the sauce hits her tongue, Robin gags.

“Good, huh?” Eddie beams.

“Bleh – what? Ed – no!” she spits, coughing now as she pushes the offending spoon away, “Eddie, why is it so salty!”

She grabbles for her water bottle.

“I haven’t added salt yet,” Eddie defends and looks down at the spoon. 

He falls silent and heads for his recipe book. Robin glares at the back of Eddie’s head as she gulps down her water like a floundering guppy.

There’s a clamboring of jars and spices as Eddie mutters to himself, pouring over his recipe. And Robin rolls her eyes, thinking that making a spaghetti sauce surely couldn’t be this complicated.

“Oregano, olive oil, pap –,” Eddie lists off before promptly cutting himself off.

“Eddie, what did you use?” Robin asks when she comes up for air.

He sets down something and looks up but still doesn’t turn back to face her.

“... Paprika,” he very obviously lies, his hair bouncing as he talks.

Robin pinches her nose, “We really need Steve to hurry up with his night shifts.”

[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]

[lambent-loser]

Reddie Pretty in Pink AU

Okay so consider this:

+Richie sports the most outlandish clothing. Always bright and mismatched, but he manages to pull it off of course

+He works in a record shop with his best friend Beverly who also sports some quirky fashion choices, but wowie, she gorgeous

+Eddie goes to school with richie and bev, but they are part of vastly different social crowds. Worlds apart, the never really get the chance to meet.

+Eddie is pretty wealthy and has quite a few friends, being near the top of the social ladder.

+Richie pretty much just has beverly. The only reason he goes to this school is because of an initiative passed two years ago that said a certain percent of the student body had to be poor kids

SO ANYWAYS

+Eddie walks into the store in search of new music, though he's not exactly sure what hes looking for

+richie's eyes flick up from a comic book when the bell on the door chimes and WOW. This is the cutest fucking kid he's ever laid eyes on

+Eddie browses the music selection, but he really has no idea what is good

+Richie finally comes to his senses and approaches him, feeling nervous for the first time in his life

+"do you need help with anything?"

+pristine eddie in his white shoes and salmon dress shirt wrinkles his nose at the scrappy looking store clerk.

+"no. I got it. Thanks."

+Richie is not deterred

+"well, I'd suggest this one" as he hands eddie a record

+the short boy feigns disinterest, but after a few more minutes of looking around he brings richie's suggestion to the register.

+Richie grins madly.

+"come back soon. Its not everyday I see a face as pretty as yours."

+Eddie scoffs, but a faint smile tugs on his lips as he leaves the shop.

+as richie watches him through the window he falls just a little bit for the sassy boy and he is sure to fall even more

Maybe I'll write this for real? What do you guys think??

[bunniesnuggie]

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

[feelingprettypsyched]

Drabble: Home

"Eddie, my love, my darling, my sweet, light of my life," Richie sing-songs, closing the front door behind him, "the coffee to my cream, the hot sauce to my burrito... the spoon to my... larger spoon. Eduardo. Eds. My very own Spaghetti-man."

And Eddie is there – late afternoon sunlight streams through the living room window, straight over all the planes and valleys and lovely cotton blend-pleated lines of him, limning him in gold, and he's every bit as remarkable as any goddamned wonder of the world – glaring at Richie in exactly the way that makes his heart soar.

"I'm home."

[lovebugism]

how abt eddie x shy reader , she meet’s wayne accidentally & she brings like sm food for the week he LOVES HER but shes so shy

a request deep from the archives that i haven't stopped thinking about since i got it hahah please enjoy xoxo — you spend a fluffy morning in with the munsons (established relationship, fluff, 1.2k)

bug's one year celebration ♡

Eddie rouses from his sleep like a king on a sunken-in couch. 

Saturday morning cartoons play on the TV just ahead of him, mostly on mute ‘cause you’ve got the radio going in the kitchen. Something soft and soulful and too low for him to hear. The trailer swells with the scent of something sweet, of syrup and cooked sugar. 

Speaking of sweet…

His flushed cheek rubs against the arm of the couch when he looks up to find you. He can see you just over the top of the counter, like a scene from a movie. You’ve got a bowl of something wedged in your elbow, and you stir at it with your free hand — half-distracted because your nose is stuck in an open recipe book on the counter. Your glasses fall slowly down your nose. You try to push them up again with your shoulder, but they slip back down a second later.

Your gentle humming fills his ears, and Eddie figures this is what heaven must be like. There’s no greater nirvana than this.

He rises and stretches and walks the very short distance to the kitchen. Still warm with sleep, he wraps himself around you, chest flush to the expanse of your back. “Whatcha doin’?” he lilts, muffled into your sweater.

“Cookin’,” you answer in the same tone, only softer and a little more sheepish.

Eddie breathes hard once. You think you feel him smiling. “Dumb question, huh?”

“Did you sleep good?” 

“Too good to be passed out on the couch for an hour.” He lifts his head to prop his chin on your shoulder. It bobs against you with every word. “You were supposed to be sleeping with me, by the way.”

“I tried. But then I wanted to make you breakfast.”

“Correction. You wanted to make Wayne breakfast.”

Your giggling is as soft and sweet as the cinnamon concoction you’re stirring at. “Well, I don’t want either of you to starve, actually. So sorry for making sure the Munson’s are taken care of.”

Eddie’s chest swells. His heart starts to warm so much he’s scared it might burst. He tucks his face back into your neck and holds you tighter. “Don’t apologize, sweet thing. ‘M just being stupid.”

“That nickname’s not gonna stick, Eds,” you tease, tilting your head until your cheek meets his wild hair. “You can stop trying now.”

He scoffs and pulls back from you. His eyes, still softly swollen with sleep, are wide and glittering. “Why not?” he shouts, a bit too loudly to be so close to your ear. “You’re sweet and you’re my thing— it’s literally the perfect nickname.”

“You’re thing?” you echo with a distant laugh. “I’m not a toy, Eds.”

“Not all the time—” His boyish giggling is followed by a scoffed breath when you elbow him with your free arm. You shove him away halfheartedly, pushing him out of the tiny kitchen. “What?!” he exclaims, laughing loudly.

“Get out of the kitchen!”

“What’d I do?”

“My french toast tastes good ‘cause it’s made with love, and you’re tainting it.”

“How? I love you more than anything in the whole wide world.” He gravitates back to you despite your efforts to keep him away. He plants a smacking kiss to your lips and grins wide when he pulls away. “See? Now it’ll taste extra sweet.”

You’re glaring at him one moment, then happily accepting another one of his kisses the next.

The front door opens, squealing in protest and rushing in the cool morning air. It’s unsurprisingly Wayne. His work boots stomp heavy on the carpet. He holds a greased hand over his forehead. “My eyes are still closed,” he jokes, voice deep and gravelly. “You two have about three seconds to stop touchin’ each other.”

Eddie scoffs but steps back from you anyway. “That was one time!” he argues boyishly. “And we weren’t even doing anything!”

Wayne laughs a sharp breath, just like Eddie had, but a little bit gruffer. He forgoes the petty banter and shoots you a smile — tightlipped, barely-there, and weighed down by the exhaustion of the graveyard shift. “How ya doin’, sweetpea?”

“Good,” you answer, shrinking into your shyness. “I’m makin’ french toast.”

“That’s my favorite,” the older man grins. “How’d you know?”

“‘Cause it’s my favorite,” Eddie insists.

“It’ll be done soon,” you tell him, all quiet in your sheepishness. “If you wanna get changed or whatever.”

Wayne heads to the hallway, stopping short in the kitchen to muss at Eddie’s curls and pat you gently on the shoulder. “Thank ya, sweetpea,” he murmurs, voice dripping with fatigue. His accent always gets real heavy when he’s tired.

“You’re welcome…”

Eddie doesn’t say anything until he hears the bathroom door shut. “So Wayne can call you sweetpea, but I can call you sweet thing?” he asks, features swirled with offense.

“It’s different!”

The boy follows you to the cabinets like a lost puppy. Then, when you have trouble reaching the vanilla extract on the top shelf, he leans over you to grab it. “No, you just have favorites,” he argues, passing you the small container.

“That’s not true!”

“Whatever,” he grumbles, still pouting as he leans against the counter beside you. He mourns the lack of your attention when you give it all to the french toast mixture on the counter. You spoon in the vanilla with a practiced touch. “…Are you staying over again tonight?” he mutters, shier than you are now.

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “If it’s okay with Wayne, then—”

“Wayne! Sweet thing’s staying the night— is that okay?” Eddie shouts before you can blink. The trailer rings with the volume of his voice.

“Eddie,” you scold quietly.

The bathroom door squeaks open. A grunt sounds from the hallway, a nonverbal answer you’re not totally sure what to make of. The man returns in the pajamas he pulled from the hall closet — a thin t-shirt older than Eddie is and a pair of plaid pants.

“I’ll make dinner before your shift tonight,” you tell him with a soft grin that neither of the Munsons can say no to. “I promise.”

Wayne makes another scoffing sound. A laugh, maybe. A smile hints at the corner of his bearded mouth as he pours himself a coffee across the counter — in the painted mug Eddie made him for Father’s Day, several years ago now. 

“Well— In that case, I’m afraid I have to insist on you stayin’, sweet pea.”

“Thanks, Mr. Munson.”

“Call me Wayne,” he tells you, playfully chiding in a parental sort of way. He gives you a pointed look over the cup he sips from and heads back towards the living room. “You’re feedin’ us too good to be so polite all the time.”

You smile to yourself and laugh a quiet, slightly forced laugh.

The sofa squeaks when Wayne settles onto it, sprawling out the same way Eddie had before. Too tired to reach for the remote on the coffee table, he watches He-Man re-runs with heavy eyelids.

“Alright, sweet thing— what do you need me to do?” Eddie asks with a clap of his hands, making a very pointed effort not to drop the nickname. You get all flustered when he calls you that — smiling softly to yourself and then ducking your gaze to hide it from him. You’ll have to pry the name from his cold, dead hands.

You turn to peer at him from beneath your lashes. “You dip the bread, and I’ll fry ‘em?”

“Sounds like a plan, sweet thing.”

“Eddie.”

[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.

[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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