#honestly fall and eddie? my jam son

[punk-in-docs]

Can you give us some quick headcanons about Halloween with Eddie?

🍂 Eddie Munson Halloween Headcanons 🍂

“So as it turns out I don’t know what the word ‘quick’ actually means. I’m sorry. No further questions your honour.” punk-in-docs, 2022 @asnackdriver

Halloween with Eddie Munson; dear god you’d think it was Christmas and his Birthday all rolled into one. He gets so whirly and excited about it.

Scary movies. Crunchy brown leaves underfoot. Rubber masks. Candy corn. Halloween costumes. Pumpkins. Cocoa with some whiskey sneaked in it.

Explains in lengthy detail just why it’s his favourite time of year: summer in Hawkins is too fucking hot. Too sweaty. Everywhere is stifling and busy, it’s just no fun to be stuck in that soupy humidity. Weedy old fan not enough to keep him sweating his balls off in his sauna of a bedroom.

He basically whines and suffers through summer. Autumn is his time;

“Pumpkin spice baby, fuckin’ pumpkin spice!” He yelps, as he jiggled up and down like a puppy.

“You’re insane Munson.”

“I’m not insane. I’ve got the psychiatric reports to prove it. A slender majority of the panel decided in my favour.” Then comes that maniacal grin.

“I just love fall. Kay? Almost as much as I love you.” He explains.

He loves loves loves the cold. Mega love. Likes jumpers and layers, and endless blankets piled on his bed. Like a baby bird wedged safely in a nest. Warm cosy things to wrap himself up in. The cool evenings where he can truly feel the burn of a cigarette sparking warmth, and nicotine swirling through his lungs.

He wears fingerless black wool gloves in the cold (you can’t convince me otherwise on that one, nope, sorry)

Even though he wears gloves, he still comes in from the autumn chill outside, rubbing his palms together, and is immediately shoving chilled fingertips around your neck to make you squawk. Feel them sweetcheeks. Freezin’ my ass off out there-

Then he dives in to rub his cold red nose all over your neck. Boys a fuckin’ menace.

There’s something cozy about the trailer when it’s all wrapped up warm and bitter cold is pressing in from outside. Sure it’s not fancy but it’s a home. With a capital H.

It’s not stuffy or elegant. It’s welcoming. Even with its squashy matted carpets pocked with coffee stains, it’s scratchy curtains and it’s lumpy unappealing couch. It smells like detergent and cigarettes.

It’s the best place on earth to be when you’ve got your favourite crazy metalhead wrapped around you. Arms around you. Lips in your neck. He’s like a sunshiney heat lamp that never shuts up. You love it.

You bake cookies, Eddie is a terrible kitchen assistant. He gabbles too much. Can’t keep still. He gets in the way - nicely - he faffs with the radio and turns the oven up way too hot. Thankfully you’re there to salvage it.

Icing cookies. Shaking orange and black sprinkles into the dough. Stamping them into the shape of pumpkins and ghosts. Vanilla and sugar studded kisses whilst you wait for them to rise in the tiny oven. Drizzling icing on when they’re cool. Eddie smothers your cheek in sticky sugar kisses.

Going to the movies near Halloween is almost a pilgrimage for Eddie. He sneaks a glance at Wayne’s paper to see what’s playing, and scoops you up every Friday night to take you along. No arguments.

He buys you butter popcorn and a humongous cherry coke. You buy him gummy bears, red vines, and milk duds. His sweet tooth is insane. He stuffs ten cookies in his face and still says he needs something more after-

You watch whatever they show that’s spooky. Happily. Little Shop of Horrors, Young Frankenstein, Rocky Horror Picture Show, House of Wax and Aliens have been your collective favourites so far.

You’re both down for anything. Hammer horror scare jumps. The old black and whites and their swelling suspense. Slashers with ear shredding screams, overdone gore and long gleaming knives.

He tucks an arm around your shoulders and nuzzles his smug lips over the shell of your ear. You can hold my hand if you’re scared, Princess.

You chuck popcorn at him. Shove it in his mouth with three fingers till he smiles. Cackling in the dark.

Then he’s the one screeching like a banshee, and leaping out his seat on the hair splitting jump scene. You choke on your sip of coke.

“Awh honey. Did you want to hide in my chest if you’re scared?”

He grins and makes grabby hands for your boobs.

You drag his ass out of bed early one weekend to go to the pumpkin patch. It’s worth it though.

You romp around with him there, following along in his chunky boots and his leathers and you’re picking up big fat gourds like happy little kids. Taking them home to carve and set outside the trailer steps.

Jagged scary mouths and and sharp frowning eyes, and a candle flickering fiery inside. Your hands are stained turmeric yellow. The smell of carved Jack O Lanterns is almost suffocating. Pressed from thin wall to wall in the Munson trailer. Gooey gourd and the pipped squelching orange insides.

You warm the cider bought from the farm shop on the stove, to share with Wayne.

Bubble it with a cinnamon stick, orange peel and grated nutmeg. Maybe that would shift the scent of pumpkin innards. Apples and cinnamon stroked on the air. It’s delicious.

You weren’t planning on going trick or treating. But as it turns out, some of the kids - Hellfire Club included - want help with their costumes.

You were the responsible babysitter whose been looking after these kids on and off since middle school; of course you’d take them. And yes, you would also stop by the Diner after and get a mega ice cream shake. Maybe you’re a soft touch.

Eddie sidles up to you and rests his chin on your shoulder. Chocolate drop eyes all melty. “I want a mega shake too.”

“For gods sake. Alright. Get in the car.”

So it’s a visit to the craft store and then the dollar store to get body paint and fake cherry red blood, and scary rubber masks with fake tufts of tacky hair. Prop foam knives and plastic Jack O lantern buckets to store the hauled goodies in.

Eddie wrestles on a white Michael Myers mask and grabs you from behind in the costume aisle.

Pretends to put the edge of the foam knife over your throat. Those scrawny hips swaying into your ass. Ringed fingers spread over your stomach. Holding the knife to you menacingly.

“I’m in character sweetie. Got a thing for hella cute babysitters.” He cackles. His fingers walk playfully up your stomach. He saws the knife across your neck. Soft squishy edge of foam pressing into your collarbones.

You laugh in amusement. Clutching your hand over those chunky silver rings. “Does this make me a scream queen, Munson?”

He cackles. It’s lewd.

“Definitely my scream queen, baby.”

You tip your head back and away into him. Head on his shoulder. Hip to hip. His chest pasted to your back.

“In that case, you’re the scary monster of my heart. Honey.”

“You guys are seriously distressing. Can we go get shakes now?” Henderson asks.

“Eddie you’re gonna have to get off me. Let’s go kiddos.” You round up your wandering band of troops.

“I have attachment issues. Trouble around letting my prey go.” Eddie saws the knife side to side around your throat again. Up under your jaw. Like Norman Bates in Psycho. Playing with knives and pretty girls.

“I prefer what’s under the mask, handsome.” You beam.

“Now come on. If you want your mega chocolate shake you gotta unhand me if we have to get a move on.”

“A good killer never let’s go of his final girl. Don’t you watch the films?.” Eddie grins as he slips off the mask. Chucks the knife into your very loaded cart. His hair is all mushed around and you try and pat it back into semi-respectability.

“Not that you’re interested but I wanna puke.” Erica grimaces. Didn’t stop her reaching for more apple cider oreos though. Layering more goodies in your cart when she thought you weren’t looking.

“Lady Applejack- if I may-“ He holds his hand out. Other one clutched over his heart. Sweet sugar smile.

Five seconds later and Eddie had her hop up in the cart, cushioned by the sheer amount of costumes stuffed in there. And he’s running full pelt down the aisles and leaping on the back as they rocket along. Her laughs and Eddie’s rolling through the store back to you. He’s just a big kid too.

A couple nights later and Halloween finally strikes.

You expected to spend it cosied up at the trailer with Eddie, snacks, and a seriously good joint. You actually spend it taking the rag tag pack of kids, trick or treating.

You don’t mind it. Not really. They’re a pain in the ass. But they’re your pain-

You wore a chunky rust coloured sweater and jeans with your suede jacket. You were too old for costumes. Eddie agrees. Way too old for that shit. Like he’s all jaded. A grizzled veteran. His years of ghost costumes consisting of bed sheets with wonky cut out eyeholes, has passed.

But you’ve glimpsed the tattered polaroid Wayne had in his wallet. Sun bleached from the years and the thumbs over it, to know that little middle school Eddie wore a costume and got his plastic pumpkin bucket just like the rest of them.

He spends the whole time your shadowing the kids, with his arm slung over the back of your waist, slipping his hand up your warm spine and grumbling how hot you are. Your heat burning through to his rings.

You wander along. You listen to kids laughing and shuffling down the safe dark sidewalks of Hawkins. With its kitschy square box houses, painted picket fences and straight trimmed hedges. The golden porch lights that glimmer off the gold house numbers, and the carved pumpkins glowing orange off each doorstep.

He raids Dustin and Lucas’ buckets when they come back. He demands a Reece’s cup, a charleston chew and some Hersheys kisses. Escort fee you little pipsqueaks.

He also finds something else in one of those buckets. Rifling his big hand through the little bowl of plastic as Lucas tries to shuffle away. You’re just fixing the loose something or other on Dustin’s ghostbuster costume, so you’re distracted momentarily.

You pat Dustin on the back and send him off on his merry way. He gives you a fun size snickers as a thank you. Bobbing off to join the gang. You tell them to stay close by.

“Don’t go running off on us, kiddos. Or there’ll be a candy penalty by way of recompense.” You warn.

When you turn around Eddie’s grinning with something behind his back. He swoops suddenly to grab your waist and nibble on your neck.

You yowl laughter cause he’s got a set of those fake bleach white vampire fangs sinking into the soft of your neck. The goof.

“I vant to suck your bloooood.” He croons in a fake Transylvanian accent. Hissing and stabbing the teeth along your jugular. Gumming them into you. Stumbling you along joined along the sidewalk. Feet tangling and clashing together.

“Very convincing, Drac.” You laugh.

Then he’s on his ripped knees on the dirty leaf strewn tarmac. Probably getting his jeans all kind of dirty and wet.

Hands planted on your hips to keep you steady. He’s rifling through his leather jacket pocket and ripping a packet open. It’s too dark to see what it is.

Then he’s holding out an electric blue ringpop to you. He slips it up your ring finger on your left hand. Goofy grin - with big plastic fangs - shining up at you. His muddy puddle eyes shining all sincere. Bursting with little shooting gold stars in the street lights.

“Be my bride for eternity?” He asks. Speaking awkwardly around the fangs.

You hold your hand out and inspect the big gem of candy. The plastic was loose on your finger. But it made you smile. He always finds a way to make you smile. That’s who he is.

You reach across and wriggle those fangs out his mouth. They’re all spitty and gross. But it doesn’t stop you kissing him sweetly. Cupping his face and getting a good press of those adorable lips.

“Sure. But dealbreaker. I’m not sleeping in a coffin. Would be murder on my back.”

He grins. Back to being looped around you. Loping his steps along with yours. Leather hooked around your shoulder.

He’s kissing your cheek. Kiss after kiss after kiss. You twist to the side and meet his lips. Hand digging into the back of his messy hair. You smile cause he’s damn irresistible.

“Let’s make cocoa after this. Warm up. I got some marshmallows and some rum to put in it. Spice it up a bit.” He winks at you. You can’t resist that smile - fangs or no.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’ve got rum?”

And there’s that cheeky Munson grinTM surfacing. Stretching cheeks and bringing up dimples.

“It wasn’t always mine.”

Sounds about right.

Tagging some beloved Munsonites @indouloureux @stiegasaw @munsonquinns @fujiihime @youaremyfamiliar @captain-tch @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @svenyves @sammararaven @feralgoblinbabe @groupie-love-71 @andromeda-andromeda @starbxcks @morganamoonstone @ramona-thorns

[spnirwin]

Could you do an angsty Eddie x reader story? Maybe she gets in a car accident and Bobby has to keep him back while Buck, Chim, and Hen help her. And maybe a little fluff sprinkled in the end...

Love You Forever

A/N: This turned out way longer than I expected, but I had so much fun with it! I also couldn’t resist the best friend Buck angle, I hope you don’t mind. I’m posting this on mobile so I apologize if the formatting is wonky. Thanks for the request!

Word Count: 1430

—

Eddie smiled down at his phone as your text came through.

Y/n (6:03 pm): I’m heading out now. I’ll call you when I get home from dinner. Love you!

He sent back a quick “love you too” before pocketing his phone and refocusing his attention on his own dinner and the crew sitting around him.

Eddie counted his blessings on a daily basis that he had landed in the 118. The bond that the team shared was unparalleled, and anyone that witnessed their interactions instantly understood that they were a family. And as grateful as Eddie was for all of them, he was the most grateful for Buck. The day he decided to introduce Eddie to his best friend was a day Eddie would never forget, because it was the day he met you.

The first time you met you learned about Eddie’s son and immediately offered to help out when he was on shift. He cautiously accepted, and hearing about you and your adventures through Christopher only helped Eddie fall for you even faster. Seven months later you had moved in and the three of you had begun forming your own version of a family together.

You had stepped into the role of a main caretaker for Christopher beautifully, almost as if you were always meant to be a part of their lives. You rarely took time for yourself, which is why Eddie was so happy that you had decided to take your friends up on their offer of dinner downtown. It had taken a push from him and Carla showing up at the front door, but you were finally out enjoying a much deserved night off.

Everyone at the table groaned as the bell went off in the station, signaling them to their posts.

“Just once can we have an uninterrupted meal?” Buck moaned as he shoved himself backwards away from the table.

“So sorry accidents don’t plan themselves around your mealtimes,” Eddie chucked, shaking his head as he put on his gear and climbed into the truck.

The two of them bickered and joked the entire high speed ride to the accident scene, Bobby shaking his head at them from the front seat. They pulled up and hopped out of the truck, looking to Bobby for further instruction.

“Okay, dispatch said this is a multiple vehicle incident, multiple injuries reported. One vehicle overturned, two others blocking the intersection,” Bobby informed the crew.

They stepped out from behind the truck to begin assessing the scene, and Eddie froze. The overturned car steaming in the middle of the intersection was one he recognized immediately. It was yours.

“Y/n,” he whispered, eyes locked on your car.

“What?” asked Buck, turning in confusion to follow his eyeline. He understood at once, and turned back to Eddie as he tried to make a break for you. “Whoa whoa,” he shouted, shoving Eddie backwards.

“Y/n!” Eddie screamed, fighting against Buck to try and get to you.

“Eddie, Eddie!” Bobby yelled as he continued to try and get past Buck. “You need to let them take care of her.”

“Cap, I need to go, I need to help her,” Eddie’s voice was strained, desperate. Tears started to slip down his cheeks as Bobby took over holding Eddie back.

“I’ve got her!” Buck shouted as he turned and started running towards your car, where Chimney and Hen were already crouched.

Eddie watched as Buck reached the car, wishing desperately that it was him.

—

“Bucky?” you whispered as Buck’s face appeared before you.

“Yeah it’s me, I’m here,” Buck replied, eyes scanning you for injuries. “Can you tell me what hurts?” Hen had made quick work of getting you in a C collar, and now it was time to figure out how to get you out of the car.

“Where’s Eddie?” you asked, frantically looking around you, unable to locate who you were searching for. “Evan, I can't feel my legs.” You were beginning to panic, unaware of the extent of your injuries and the jagged piece of metal jammed into your stomach.

“He’s over by the truck with Bobby,” Buck replied, beginning to pull on the car door. “Let’s get you out of here and then he’ll be with you.”

A few agonizing minutes later they were pulling you out of the car, placing you on the stretcher, and quickly wheeling you towards the ambulance. The last thing you saw before you passed out was Eddie’s face appearing over you, shouting something that looked vaguely like “please hold on for me.”

—

Eddie sat beside you as you laid in the hospital bed, head in his hands. You had come out of surgery an hour ago, and still hadn’t regained consciousness. The ambulance ride was the longest seven minutes of Eddie’s life. He had watched Hen fight you for control of your life, restarting your heart twice before reaching the front doors of the hospital.

He couldn’t help but blame himself for your accident. If he hadn’t pushed you to get out of the house, take a night off, you would never have been in that car. You wouldn’t have ended up in the path of a drunk driver, and you wouldn’t have ended up flipped over in the middle of the Sepulveda and Sherman intersection.

Tears were rapidly falling down his cheeks, hitting the sheets gently. If you didn’t recover, he would never forgive himself.

“Eddie Diaz, are you crying over me?” Your voice came out cracked and hoarse, your fingers twitching, trying to reach him.

Eddie’s head shot up, eyes searching your face frantically, double checking that you were really conscious and speaking to him.

“Come here,” you demanded softly. “Hold my hand, please.” He obliged your request and you let out a soft sigh at the feel of his skin against yours. You closed your eyes before you spoke again. “I think I almost died today.”

Eddie let out a strangled laugh. “You did die,” he said. “Twice, actually.”

“Does that mean I’m a superhero now?” you asked, eyes opening back up and locking on his.

“You’ve always been a superhero,” he replied, gently reaching up and brushing your hair from your forehead. “You’re Christopher’s superhero, and you're my superhero.”

“I love you,” you sighed, letting your eyes slip shut again. “And you can call the nurse now, I know you’ve been dying to since the second I woke up.”

Eddie smiled as he reached forward and pressed the call button on the wall. It beeped as he replied, “I love you too.”

—

It had been a week and a half since the accident, and Eddie was gently depositing you on the couch in your shared apartment.

“If you continue to treat me like an invalid, Diaz, we’re going to have a problem,” you grunted, glaring at him as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Until you can pee by yourself, you’re stuck with me,” he joked, sitting down next to you. “Seriously, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine Eddie, honestly. I’m recovering at an acceptable rate. You need to stop worrying so much.”

“You know me, I’m a worrier. Especially when it comes to you,” he replied, shrugging.

“You’re right, I do know you,” you said, quirking an eyebrow at him. “And I know that you blame yourself for all of this. You’re sitting there right now blaming yourself for the accident, despite the fact that it had absolutely nothing to do with you.”

He started at you slack-jawed, shocked at the fact that you had him pegged so well. “You need to stop,” you continued on, voice rising with conviction. “This was not your fault. This was the fault of that idiot kid that decided to get in a car drunk and plow through a red light. So stop sitting there and being angry at yourself for no reason.”

He huffed out a short laugh as he took in the stubborn look on your face. This was a battle he was not going to win, and you both knew it. Instead of speaking, he leaned over and gently pressed his lips to yours.

“You know, you aren’t going to break me,” you said, pulling him closer as the front door opened. You broke apart as the sound of Christopher and Buck’s voices echoed through the apartment.

“Love you forever,” Eddie whispered against your cheek before fully pulling away from you.

“I love you too,” you replied, rolling your eyes playfully at him as Christopher entered the room with a shout of your name.

—

[hozierbyrne]

Hi! Do you have any lengthy romance fic recs?!? Anything is great tbh!

hi!! i think for me, lengthy would be ~100k or more, so that's what i'll include in the list below! if you want a bit shorter (i have so many bookmarks in the 50k - 100k range let me know!!) and uh if there's a specific fandom or pairing... also feel free to drop back by and let me know!

upon our silver bridge (mdzs, lan xichen x jiang wanyin, post-canon, canon divergence, 443k+) - yeah okay this pairing is not my !! usual !! i know i know. BUT the mythology incorporated in this fic was SO cool and there are FOOTNOTES, and the writing and the character development is really beautiful. also, LONG.

love, in fire and blood (mdzs, lan wangji x wei wuxian, canon divergence, arranged marriage au, 360k+) - back to my ROOTS baby!! this one is a SLOWWW burn with some lovely moments of domesticity and a dose of political intrigue. and they're in loooove they just have. valid concerns about their whole situation!!

you can tell everybody this is your song (911, eddie diax x evan buckley, canon divergence, 470k+ over 24 works) - yes this is the fireman show, yes one of the firemen just told the other fireman that he's named him legal guardian of his son if something happens to him. IN CANON. anyway this is the creme de la creme of 911 writers and also this series is much better than the actual show. characters true to form, good writing, and the Romance and Drama of it all... unmatched.

it starts in the middle (carry on, simon snow x baz pitch, college au, 130k) - okay HEADS UP this is written in first person and jumps from narrator to narrator to match the style of the carry on books, so if that's not your jam it's not your jam! that being said it's well-written and it's all about the *clenches fist* love you find in places you don't expect, if only you let yourself see it.

lessons in cartography (aftg, neil josten x andrew minyard, post-canon, 121k+ and a sequel that's ~70k if you're vibin with it) - this is the classic canon continuation but i'm trying to hit a range of fandoms here so i couldn't in good conscience leave it off! i don't know that they're uh, romantic in some senses but like they Love Each Other Very Much.

playing on (aftg, jean moreau x jeremy knox, canon-compliant, 142k+) - this fic is probably the best aftg fic i've read in terms of making exy seem like a sport! so much of jeremy's life is wrapped up in being the captain of a division i college program and this fic reflects that thank god. author understands how a sport works UNLIKE NORA but anyway. jeremy, jean, falling in love and staying in love.

switch (star trek aos, jim kirk x leonard mccoy, academy era, canon divergence, 230k+) - sorry i literally include this fic in every fic rec list i have ever made but. it's just that good. len mccoy pov, and he's so dry and whip-smart and also so empathetic!! and he loves jim before he ~loves~ him you know and i fuck with that!! it's my favorite fic honestly like it's literally in my ebooks library with a cover i drew i really feel passionate about this one lmao maybe i should reread it

[hanscom]

154 and 164 for reddie? 😈

154. “There’s only one bed.”+ 164. “Stop teasing me so much.”

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie KaspbrakRating: TWord count: 1,753

(This was supposed to be short and sexy, and ended up way longer than intended and way sweeter. Sorry for not providing you with porn, @wiersel, I hope you like it anyway.)

It’s kind of a long story. Eddie blames Richie. Richieblames the hotel. The place is booked solid, and the frazzled receptionist’sworn-thin patience is stretched all the thinner by the four separate callsEddie makes to the front desk, sure there’s a mistake.

There’s no mistake. The reservation says, right there inblack and white, Richie Tozier, room 209.

And room 209 only has one bed.

It’s something Eddie has said more than once. “There’s onlyone bed.” As if Richie doesn’t know.He’s blind as a bat, but the only thing worse than his vision is the idea ofbeing cramped in that tiny bed with Eddie Kaspbrak pressed up against him foran entire night.

They used to do it all the time when they were kids – sleep together,in the most innocent sense of the phrase. Richie would sneak in through thewindow Eddie left perpetually unlocked just for him, or Eddie would tell hismother he was going to Bill’s and then end up at Richie’s instead. Eddie’smother had never really liked Bill, but she had liked Richie less. She wouldhave already stroked out if she knew just how much time her son really spentwith him. Still spends with him. 

It’s complicated, between them. Always has been. They werefriends, and then best friends, and then… well. Something unquantifiable. Neverlovers, exactly, but sometimes they’d spend long hours in Eddie’s apartment,making out slowly, some sitcom playing quietly in the background, underscoringthe entire encounter with a laugh track to make sure neither of them got tooserious about it. Because while it’s always been complicated, it’s never beenserious.

Eddie looks serious, now. He’s standing to the side, staringat the bed with his fingers tapped against his lip, like he’s considering thebest way to pry the bed into two pieces.

“It’s just for a couple of hours,” Richie says, shouldering his suitcase to depositit on the bed Eddie hasn’t taken his eyes off of. “We have to get up earlyanyway. Bev wants to have breakfast, remember?”

Tomorrow, Ben and Beverly are getting married, finallygiving in to what’s been building between them since they were twelve years old.

Richie wonders what that’s like.

Eddie doesn’t look at all convinced. “I could sleep on thefloor.”

Richie tries not to feel offended, and fails. “You’d rathersleep on the floor than with me?”

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it, looking sort ofpained.

Richie looks pointedly at the carpet, stained in small patchesfrom wall to wall. “I can guarantee they’ve cleaned the sheets more recentlythan the floor.”

Eddie gives a tiny shudder, his mouth pinching up, the wayit always does when he’s disgusted. Richie has seen that look too many times. “Iguess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” Richie announces. He opens his suitcaseand rifles around for his toothbrush and his pajama pants. “I’m taking a shower.Feel free to join me, since we’re sharing things now.”

“You wish,” Eddie says, which isn’t his best comeback but isabsolutely true.

And so they settle in for the night. Richie takes a quickshower and then Eddie takes a much longer one, and they maneuver around eachother in the small hotel room without thought, in the way only people who have grownup together can. Eddie knows Richie likes to watch travel documentaries beforebed, and he has one turned on when Richie comes out of the bathroom, towel-dryinghis hair. Richie knows Eddie hates to sleep with a top sheet, claims it’s unnecessaryand annoying, so he strips the bed down to just the covers before Eddiefinishes his nightly routine. It’s the same sort of thing they would do for eachother under any other circumstance, but it feels different. Domestic. Richiehas had Eddie in bed before, had him pinned down against the pillows, had hislips kiss-bruised and spit-wet, but he has always gone home afterward.

Never in his adult life has he climbed underneath thecovers with Eddie and felt the warmth of his body all along his side and hadthe intention only to sleep. He feels all of thirteen years old again, and itmakes him sort of stupid, sort of playful, because he reaches out and tickleshis fingers up under Eddie’s shirt, along the inhale-exhale flex of his ribs.

Eddie goes stiff but he laughs like it’s startled out ofhim, his stomach shaking underneath Richie’s hand. “What the fuck are youdoing?” he demands, but the laughter makes his voice sound soft, amused. Fond.

“I have no idea,” Richie admits, honestly, and he rolls overonto his side. They turned the light out before they crawled into bed, but thecurtains over the windows are thin and there’s a streetlight right outside and thelong-suffering look Eddie always gives him looks softer in the shadows.

“Better figure it out,” Eddie says. “You tickle me again andI’ll break your fingers.”

“You won’t,” Richie replies. His voice has dipped lowwithout his own permission. “You like my fingers too much.”

Richie sees it play out on Eddie’s face, can practicallyhear the thought: oh. So that’s what we’redoing.

“I’m not going to fuck you in some hotel bed,” Eddie says.His voice is quiet and only a little shaky. “That’s disgusting.”

“Who said anything about fucking?” Richie says. He slideshis hand across Eddie’s ribs, spreads his fingers out low on Eddie’s stomach.His little finger just barely dips beneath the waistband of Eddie’s sleeppants. “I’m not trying to fuck you.”

“So what are you trying to do?” Eddie’s voice is evenquieter, but shaking much more. He’s always been like this: real easy, barely needsRichie to hint at sex before he’s diving in, head-first. Eddie got called aprude a lot in high school, and then more in college, mostly because he refusedto hook up with someone until he knew the exact parameters of their oral hygiene.If they only knew.

“I’m not trying to do anything,” Richie says. And he’sreally not. He’s content just like this, big hand braced on Eddie’s stomach, feelingout the way he breathes. He could probably fall asleep like this, lulled by theway Eddie’s stomach rises and falls with every trembling breath.

But he doesn’t feel much like sleeping.

“Richie, come on,” Eddie says, almost a whine.

“Tell me what you want,” Richie says, because he reallydoesn’t know. Eddie’s sort of flaky like that, might want Richie to fuck himbut could just as easily want Richie to leave him alone. Richie realizes, suddenly,that no one is ever gonna really understand Eddie, not even him. But no one isever going to want to, either. Not the way that he does.

“I want –” Eddie says, then stops. “I just.” And he puts hishand on Richie’s and starts to push it down.

Richie resists. “I said tell me.”

Eddie gives this tiny, broken-up noise. “Stop it,” he says.

Richie stills his hand. “Stop what?”

“Stop teasing me.”

Richie can’t help but laugh, a quiet gust of amused noisethat still sounds loud in the hotel-room silence. “I’m not teasing you.”

“You always teaseme,” Eddie says. His voice sounds sort of raw, somewhere between a whisper anda groan. Richie has the sudden, unexpected thought that maybe they’re nottalking about sex anymore. “Stop teasing me so much.”

“You want me to get serious?” Richie asks, and it soundsmuch more intense than he means for it to, but maybe that’s the point.

Eddie huffs out a mockery of a laugh. “Since when have youever been serious?”

“I’m serious about you,” Richie says, which isn’t exactlywhat he intended to say but is exactly what he means.

Eddie stops breathing for a second, and Richie knows thisfor a fact, because he feels the gut-punched way all the air leaves Eddie’sbody. It’s silent for so long, too long, and Richie’s just about to run down tothe receptionist and throw himself at her feet, beg her for another bed,another room, maybe another life.

But then Eddie says his name, heart-wrenchingly sweet, anddrags him into a kiss by the scruff of the neck. Richie has kissed Eddie onceor twice or a thousand times before, but not like this. Never like this.

“You’re an idiot,” Eddie says, up against his mouth. “You’resuch an idiot.”

“Yeah, but you knewthat,” Richie says, because he’s been a self-proclaimed moron since they werekids and Eddie knows that better than anyone.

Eddie rolls them over, his body half on top of Richie’s. Hepulls back a little, his eyes glittering and his mouth gleaming wet in the lowlight. “Can’t believe it took you this long,” he says.

Richie stares at him, helpless to do anything else. “Wereyou waiting on me?”

“Have been since middle school,” Eddie says, casual asanything, like Richie’s heart hasn’t jammed up into his throat. “But thanks fornoticing.”

And there’s nothing for Richie to do with that except kiss himagain.

They fall asleep together that night, as innocently as theyused to as kids. Richie wakes up to the sight of Eddie’s face smushed into thepillow, his hair sticking up at odd angles, his face more relaxed than it ever getswhen he’s awake, and his heart aches for a long moment before he remembers he’sallowed to touch. He wakes Eddie up with soft kisses and sweet quiet words, andEddie isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine in the mornings but he comes alive inslow increments, sighing sweetly and folding his arms around Richie’s neck.

“Come on, Eds,” Richie says quietly. “We’ve gotta get up.”

Eddie cracks his eyes open. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbles. “Wannastay here.”

And he probably means he wants to stay in bed, but his armstighten the barest bit around Richie, and maybe he means he wants to stay just there,in that moment, their lips a mere inch apart, their bodies tangled together.Richie, who has been avoiding his own feelings for more than half his life,doesn’t know how to assure him that if it’s up to him, there will be a millionmore mornings just like this, so he kisses Eddie’s temple and agrees to let himsleep for five more minutes.

[beepbeeprichiellc]

"You can trust me" for reddie?

This turned out...um well....

The movie that was playing was some action movie that Richiedidn’t know the name of. Actors battled with one another, searching for someark? He wasn’t sure and honestly couldn’t care any less. The Losers were spreadout throughout Eddie’s front room, enjoying one another’s company and the factthat Ms. Kaspbrak had left her son alone for the weekend. It was the usual getup, movie, snacks, jokes and light banter but Richie was distracted by thepills that filled his front pocket.

He looked around, making sure that no one was looking andswallowed another. This made four in the past half hour and the side effectswere kicking in, making his head fuzzy and light. Every now and then he wouldcatch Eddie staring at him, his eyes judging and accusing his every move.Richie shrugged him off, forcing a rude comment or joke until the pressure wasoff of him.

Richie knew that Eddie had picked up what was happening butfor the sake of their friendship he had not said a word to anyone, not even himand for that the trashmouth was thankful. It was under control, or so he toldhimself. It had started when his mother had gotten hurt a few months ago, hehad found her left over prescription and the old hag hadn’t been sober enoughto notice the missing medication. He wanted to stop but the pills made himhappy and free, erasing the hatred that seeped through the floor boards in hisown home.

It couldn’t be that dangerous as long as he was careful,right?

“Gotta pee.” Richie announced, pouncing to his feet.

“Thanks for the play by play.” Stan sneered from the couch.The other grumbled under their breath, agreeing with their curly haired friend.

“I just wanted to keep you on your toes.” The trashmouthjoked back, shoving his hands into his pockets, his fingers gripping ontoanother pill. “This movie is pretty boring.”

“Indiana Jones is a classic!” Ben defended.

Richie shook his head, bolting upstairs to the bathroom.Footsteps followed him and when he had reached the threshold of the washroom hewas halted by a hand around his bisect. He spun around meeting Eddie’s pleadingeyes. He swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing a smirk. “What, did you wantto join me?”

“We need to talk.” He replied sternly, shaking his head.

“We do? Huh, figured I got all my talking out with yourmother last night.” The trashmouth cringed at his own poorly timed joke.

“Richie.” The smaller boy breathed, dropping his hand. “Iknow what you’re doing and I’m scared for you.”

“Don’t worry your mom doesn’t have STD’s, I checked and-“

“The pills Rich.” He pleaded, his eyes searching for somekind of recognition. “I’m talking about the pills. I know you’re taking themand that can be dangerous if you aren’t careful.”

The trashmouth flinched, his face burning from an underlyinganger that he didn’t know he had. “Why don’t you do both of us a favor and shutyour mouth Eddie.” He sneered, his harsh tone cutting through the space betweenthem. “You don’t fucking know what you’re talking about.”

“You can trust me.” Eddie pleaded, his hand moving to comforthis scathing friend only to have it slapped away. “I can help you okay? Youjust have to talk to me Richie.”

“Fuck you.” Richie sneered, feeling his body buzz with amixture of intoxication and hatred. “Shove your sentiment up your ass.” Eddieopened his mouth to respond to his animosity but was cut by the bathroom dooras it slammed in his face.

Richie could hear his friend’s gentle words through the doorbut his body was on fire, burning every nerve under his skin. He caught a glimpseof himself in the mirror, cringing at his detreated state. The boy that lookedback at him wasn’t someone he was familiar with. He was a stranger, staringdeep into his soul, eating away at his sanity.

His hands moved without his permission, opening the cabinetand rummaging through all of the bottles. He quickly examined the labels,tossing aside all of the Ibuprofen and Tylenol, desperate for somethingstronger than what was weighing down his pocket.  A grin curled at the corner of his mouth,pulling one of the half empty bottles from the back.

OxyContin

Without a second thought he opened the cap, downing threeinstantly. When nothing happened he cursed, placing two more on his tongue andswallowing hard. A few seconds past and he could practically feel the guilt ofwhat he had just done claw at his chest, begging for his acknowledgement.

He shook his head, closing the cabinet. “That bitch musthave switched the pills, afraid Eddie would take them.”  When he looked up he practically jumped out ofhis skin, noticing Penneywise, his face colored crimson. Clutching his chest heturned, a scream ripping though his chest but then he was gone, replaced by theKaspbrak’s disgusting floral wallpaper.

“What the fuck was-“The question was cut short as his bodyhit the floor, unable to stop the convulsions that had begun to shake him. Hetried to call for his friends but nothing made it past his clenched teeth, heprayed for death knowing that the sweet release was too good for him.

There was a ponding at the door and Eddie’s frantic criescarried against the walls. “Richie! Richie open the door! Richie!” The onlyresponse the trashmouth could offer was the tears that were trailing his face.

“Help!” The boy cried from the other side of the barrier, “HELPUS!”

Pounding began on the other side of the door, only it was different,more violent and after two loud bangs the door burst open, breaking at theframe. Eddie was first through, pulling his friends head into his lap. Theconvulsions had stopped but it was like Richie’s brain was melting, notallowing him to comprehend anything that was going on around him.

“How many pills did you take?” Eddie frantically asked,holding either side of Richie’s face. “How many!” Of course the trashmouth didn’treply, his eyes glazed over from the effects of his drug. “Ben go call 911!Mike, help me sit him up.” The losers obeyed and before anyone could questionwhat was happening Mike was behind Richie, supporting his body. “I’m going tohave to make you purge okay? You aren’t going to like this.”

The next thing that Richie felt was Eddie’s finger as itpushed past his teeth and dug into the back of his throat. He gaged, feelingthe contents of his stomach expel from his mouth. Pills, food and acid spilledonto the floor and all over Eddie’s pretty pink sweater, undoubtedly ruining itforever. The others cringed but the small boy didn’t even flinch. “Again. Ihave to do it again.”

Richie comprehended that and when Eddie pushed his finger pasthis tongue be bit down, desperate for the burning his chest to stop. There wasa cry of pain as a copper taste filled his mouth. “Fuck Eddie!” Someone cried,slamming their hand into the side of Richie’s head making him lose his grip.

“You’re bleeding, oh god.”

“I’m fine.” Eddie hissed, adjusting himself in front of hisfriend. “I need you to hold his mouth open.” Richie felt another pair of handson him, forcing his jaws open. Again the small boy jammed his finger down thetrashmouths throat and again he hurled, this time only partial pills and orangeacid leaking onto his friend.

“No more.” Richie cried, some consciousness returning. “Pleaseno more.” Tears blurred his vision and he lunged at the closest thing, clingingonto it for support. His entire body was on fire, scorching him inside and out.

“No more.” Eddie agreed, holding onto Richie’s shaking body.He looked to the others who had begun to finally process what had happened,some crying inaudibly and others completely dumbfounded. Silence lingered inthe room, and the only sound was the trashmouths sobs.

Sirens began to scream from outside, signaling the arrivalof help and Bill and Beverly exited to meet them while the others left to room,knowing that the small bathroom would not hold the paramedics and all of thelosers.

Eddie stayed and held Richie.

Whispering sweet nothings to the boy who had almost died inhis arms and cursing every deity he could think of for what had happened. Richie’sheartfelt whisper caused the teenager to break, tears falling down his porcelainface.

“I’m so sorry.”

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