#i hate cuddling with stuffies because it makes me feel like i cant breathe

[darnellthefirestarter]

[edsbev]

Ok now we have how they both realized their feelings mayyyybeeeee how they told eachother?????????

it takes a little while. theyre a little bit older. have both come to terms with the fact that they might just have to pine forever. 

and its richie who finally cracks. bc of course it is. hes been pining for longer. he has trouble keeping his mouth shut. honestly its a miracle he managed to keep his feelings a secret for this long. 

its a saturday night and theyre sitting in an empty parking lot in richies truck, eating fast food. and a lot of things have happened recently. 

one - eddie has taken up baseball at school, and his skin has bronzed from how much time he spends out in the sun training. his thighs are toned and his arms have filled out. and its become ridiculously hard not to stare. 

two - bev and ben have started dating. and being around their in-love, coupley gooeyness has only made richie want eddie even more. he’ll watch bev and ben cuddle on the couch during their movie nights, kiss each other hello and goodbye when theyre hanging out, and his brain will immediately go to: what if that was me and eddie. 

and three - the combination of those two things have made being around eddie so hard that richie has been actively avoiding him. he barely turns up to the losers hang outs anymore, he cancelled the last two catch-ups he and eddie had planned. and, while they can, thankfully, just chalk it up to them being older, being busier, richie knows that eddie has started to notice, and he doesnt want eddie to think that hes avoiding him bc he hates him. 

so richie has come to conclusion that he needs to tell him. the truth. 

“this shit is so disgusting,” eddie says, shovelling fries into his mouth. the whole trucks smells of them. hot, stuffy, salty. “i can already feel the grease clogging up my fucking arteries.” 

“yet you keep eating them,” richie says. he adds, “idiot” because he knows he’s being soft. he knows he’s looking at eddie with that stupid, dopey smile he gets whenever eddie is being cute. 

its just. eddie is cute. his hair curling around his ears, shovelling fries into his mouth with a sort of pinched, irritated look on his face, like the fries have personally insulted him. hes so fucking cute and there’s been a hundred other moments just like this. where richie will watch him, and his heart will swell up like a balloon, and he’ll almost say it. eddie, i like you. i like you so fucking much, eddie. i want to kiss you so badly. 

so he’s gonna do it right now. just get it out there. it doesnt matter if eddie doesnt feel the same way, he just needs him to know. 

richie wipes his palms on his jeans, taps his fingers against the steering wheel, breathes in, out. shaky. nervous. and then he finally says, “eddie.” 

“mmm?” eddie mumbles, poking through their takeout bag. 

“i…” god, richie wants to throw up. he swallows. “i just thought that i should…explain. why i’ve been so weird lately.” 

eddie glances up from the bag, quirks an eyebrow at him. “you’re always weird,” he says. 

“yeah, youre right,” richie laughs, a breathy, nervous laugh. “i mean why i’ve been weirder than usual recently.” 

and eddie seems to realise what richies talking abt, seems to pick up on richies anxious energy, bc he shrinks a little into the seat. 

“i just…dont want you to think that i havent been around recently bc ive been avoiding you,” richie starts. and it just kinda all tumbles out of him, messy. “well, actually, i have been avoiding you. but it hasnt been for, like, a bad reason. like i dont hate you or whatever. i, um.” he works his thumb against the steering wheel, clears his throat, glances hesitantly at eddie. “i like you.”

eddie doesnt say anything. he looks very small against the seat. 

“as in…i like like you,” richie continues, bc now he cant shut up. “like how bev and ben like each other - ugh, whatever you get it, im being stupid. but it just…makes it hard to be around you sometimes.” 

the still, quiet expression on eddies face is impossible to read. richie is so antsy he swears he’s going to explode. 

“so. yeah. i just thought i’d tell you. i’m really not trying to make things weird or anything. and you don’t have to say anything back. i just didnt want you to think that i hate you, or whatever.” 

eddie still doesnt say anything. a car pulls up a few spaces away, turns half the parking lot gold with its headlights before it shuts off, plunging it back to black. richie drums his fingers skittishly against the steering wheel. 

“ok i need you to say something, eddie,” richie says finally, after what feels like a decade, “i’m going crazy over here.” 

eddie blinks, and even in the shadowy-dark, richie swears he can see eddies face go red. “i…dont know what to say.” 

richie feels like he’s going to be sick. “just, uh, that you dont hate me and still wanna be a my friend would be nice,” he says, tries to play that off as a joke. 

“i dont hate you,” eddie says. and at least that sounds sincere. 

“well, thats a relief,” richie says. it looks like eddie is about to say more, but he doesnt. a crease forming in his brow, lips pursed and pushed up toward his cheek, as though he’s contemplating something.

“ok. uh. lets just talk abt something else then, eh?” richie says, awkward. “pass me some of those fries.” 

but eddie doesnt. the little crease in his brow just deepens. and then eddie is shoving away the fastfood and kneeling up on the truck’s bench seat.

richie startles, watches with wide eyes as eddie shuffles closer to him. places one hand on richies shoulder, reaches over with the other to cup richies jaw and turn his head to face him. looking very determined. 

“i…” richies whole face is burning, his throat tight. “what are you doing?” 

“im going to kiss you,” eddie says, very matter of fact. 

richie tries to say something, but all that comes out is a broken, strangled sound. 

“is that okay?” eddie asks. 

“uh yes. yep. fucking. yes.” eddies face is so close. his lips are so close. slightly parted, look so plump and soft and kissable. its a surprise richie manages to have a single coherent thought, but he gets out: “im just very confused.” 

“i like you too, okay? i just didnt know how to say it.” eddie’s voice threatens to speed up in that way it does when he’s nervous. but he breathes in, swallows it down. and says, much gentler, “so i… thought i’d show you.” and as he says that, his cheeks go red and his gaze drops to richies own mouth, and richie just about passes out. 

“okay,” richie breathes. okokokokokokokokok

eddie hesitates. they are paused, staring at each other’s lips. then eddie lifts his hands from richies shoulder to cup richies face with both hands.

and he swoops in and kisses him. 

but eddie pulls away quickly, like he’s still a little unsure, anxious eyes flitting between richies. but richie just says, dazed, “kiss me again” and eddie cant say no to that. so he does.

its a kiss thats soft for all of five seconds. theyve both wanted this so badly for so long. richie wraps his arms around eddies waist, eddie wraps his arms around richies shoulders. richie deepens the kiss, pushing up against eddie so much that eddie begins to lean backwards. eddie lets him, bringing richie even closer. 

when they pull away for air, they leave only a breath between their mouths. lips brushing as their chests heave. eddie looks down at richie with lowered eyelids and it drives richie crazy. 

“you like me,” richie breathes. 

he can feel eddies smile against his own his mouth. “you like me,” eddie says. 

“a whole fucking lot, yeah,” richie says, and then dives in to kiss him again.

they make out for ages in richies truck. and they’ll talk abt all that feeling stuff later. how long they’ve liked each other, when it started, what this means for them, where they stand now. and they do. but right now literally all they care abt is richies hands on eddies ass, and eddies hands in richies hair. 

[fluffyunicornofdanger]

Stargazing

A/N: I just realize that I didn’t put my taglist on my last fic and I honestly knew I left something out. Let’s I don’t do it with this one. I am thinking about changing my profile pics because I need a change but I don’t know what I want to change them do. So if you guys have any ideas let me know. I think I’m not gonna post new chapters of Living a Little and Rhinestone until July. I know that I wanted to get them finished up sooner, but I haven’t been feeling the storylines as much as I used to. Um... Requests are open as always. If you have any questions or just want to talk, I’m almost always available. I hope you guys enjoy!

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Masterlist

70s! Brian May x Reader

Requested by: @ziggymay

Request:  okay so some brian may request, you're johns little sister and he brings you to the recording sessions for night at the opera and you stay with them paul hates you and it pisses the band especially brian off so one night when you cant sleep (on a couch in deakys room) you sneak upstairs and find brian stargazing and join him and you end up cuddling outside until he kisses you and you can smut if you'd like to but id like it to be sweet✨❤️ you can totally change things btw!✨❤️

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Language (I know for a fact this time)

The van came to a slow stop in front of the house, bodies crashing against each other in the cramped space. Paul jumped out of the front, not bothering to help Roger opened the back door, people spilling out like water. Y/n was the last out of the van, taking in a deep breath of the first fresh air she’d had in a few hours. The van had gotten stuffy with all the bodies crammed in it and it didn’t help that everyone was so close together. John had asked if a window could have been cracked, getting them the clean oxygen they all wanted, but Paul refused. He said that he had just fought off a cold and didn’t want to give it a reason to come back. 

What lies! Y/n knew better than to believe that as she had seen him out partying a few days before. If anything he had just fought off a hangover. But she couldn’t argue with him. As much as everyone hated him, the boys needed him, at least Paul made them think so and it wasn’t worth causing a fuss over. 

Stretching her limbs, Y/n was left behind as Paul lead the boys inside the house. She was excited to watch her brother, John, work, but the idea of having to put up with Paul made her wish she’d stayed home. It was going to be a long month, she was sure of it. 

Y/n headed towards the house, catching the door before Roger could close it on her. Shutting the door behind her, she came to stand next to her brother and Roger, who were both listening to Paul. Y/n never cared to listen to Paul. Everything that came out of his mouth either made her roll her eyes or want to kill him. Of course, she believed that she would never go through with the second thing, but who knows? She wasn’t quite sure what she was capable of and it can’t be that hard to kill a man, can it? He didn’t seem like much of a man anyways. More of a slimy, lying, piece of shit than a man.

“What about Y/n?” John asked, gaining her attention. She turned to look at Paul, hoping he would help her understand what John was talking about. 

The man rolled his eyes, clearly disgusted by the thought of her. “There’s a lovely couch in your room that has her name on it,” he smiled at her.

And here she had hoped that she would get her own room. Sure, she was close with the boys, but sometimes privacy was needed. She loved them, but they all didn’t need to get to know each other more than they already did. And she’s grown up sharing a room with John, she was far past sharing things with him. It didn’t surprise her much, though. She wasn’t making him any money, so why in the world would she get her own room? She was just the brat sister of one of the band members, that’s what she’d heard Paul call her before. Nothing was going to change that mindset.

But nothing was going to make her change her mind about him, so she understood. 

“That doesn’t seem very fair,” Brian told him, looking at Paul like he was ready to argue. He folded his arms across his chest, waiting for an answer. 

Paul scoffed, “She should be lucky she doesn’t have to sleep on the floor. So, it seemed quite fair to me.”

Y/n watched as fire lite in Brian’s eyes, anger reaching his features. She’d only ever seen the guitarist angry once and that was when Roger and him were arguing over a song. But she knew from John that it was hard to make Brian get that mad. Mad enough for his eyes to show it. She wanted to tell him that it was fine, that she had slept in worse places before. Hell, she’d once slept on a bail of hay at a friend’s house. Seeing as how Paul wasn’t making her sleep with the chickens, sleeping on a couch was reasonable to her. 

But before she could tell him any of that, the fire in his eyes cooled down, barely visible as Paul told them to start unpacking the van. Brian was out of her reach within a second, leaving her beside herself as to what had caused such a change in emotions.

He shouldn’t have been angry about her predicament. It wasn’t like Brian was the one forced to sleep on a couch. And Paul was right, Y/n was lucky to even get a place to sleep. It was a last minute decision for her to come and she didn’t expect much when it came to accommodations. It wasn’t like she would have to sleep on the floor and Paul was just nice enough to not make her sleep outside, so she couldn’t complain. Meaning, Brian had no reason either. 

But what other reason could he have? There had to be one. He wouldn’t just burst with anger for no reason. Maybe he thought of her like a sister. Doing what any brother would have done in the situation. Of course, John hadn’t, but she never expected him to. He wasn’t as outgoing as the rest of his friends and he knew that Y/n didn’t want him to interfere. His involvement wouldn’t change anything, the pair knew that. Paul didn’t like John that much either, so it wouldn’t change either of their situations.

“Don’t just stand there,” Paul snapped at her as he inspected the kitchen. “If you’re going to stay here, you’re going to help around here. Go help unload the van!”

She grumbled, walking outside. It wasn’t like he was going to be doing much of anything while they stayed at the farm. He would probably treat it as a nice vacation. So it probably brought him relief to find out that there was someone who could take on his duties. It didn’t bring her any, though.

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“We should play tennis tomorrow,” Freddie suggested, setting his fork down. “I think it will be just lovely. What do you think, Y/n?”

Y/n grabbed all the dirty plates, taking them over to the kitchen. Paul had decided that if Y/n was going to stay than she needed to do something to help the boys and that was cooking and cleaning. Everyone was up in arms about it. It was argued that she was not their maid or personal cook and that everyone needed to pitch in. Freddie came up with the idea of having a different person cook and clean each day. If they were all going to make a mess and eat then everyone had to help clean up after themselves and cook. The first day was Y/n’s day and the following day would be Roger’s. Setting the plates on the counter, she nodded. “Sounds like fun. I’m in.”

Freddie smiled, turning to his bandmates. “What about the rest of you?”

Roger tried to shrug casually, but everyone knew how competitive the man was. The lazy game of tennis would no doubt turn into a fierce competition. Roger would probably lose as he would likely pick Brian and Brian’s height was no advantage when it came to speed. He was clumsier than he was fast. Freddie was probably the only smart one of the two and he would pick Y/n. She’d played tennis in school and got a tennis scholarship from Oxford. Tennis was her game and there was no way Roger was going to win against her. She wasn’t going to allow it. 

And she wouldn’t hear the end of it if she did.

Brian nodded in agreement as John shook his head. He wasn’t one for tennis. He never had the coordination for it and Y/n knew that he just wanted to watch Roger lose. Everyone always wanted to watch Roger lose. It was entertaining to watch him throw little tantrums and try and cheat.

“Alright, then it’s a game!” Freddie clapped his hands as Paul walked into the room.

He looked over at Y/n, who had just finished cleaning all the dishes. “Looks like those are done,” he nodded towards the plates.

Y/n nodded, wiping her heads dry on a towel. “Yep.”

“Good. Well, now go find something to occupy your time with. The boys and I have business to talk about.”

She shrugged, not really in the mood to stick around with him in the room. He was like an anchor, always dragging everything down. Y/n wanted no part of his negative energy and, anyway, she’d brought plenty of books to fill her empty time with. She’d closed the book she was currently reading on a cliff hanger and was just dying to find out what was going to happen next.

“Why does she have to leave?” Brian protested. Once again, that fire appeared. This time, though, the anger didn’t reach the rest of his face, just sitting in his chocolate orbs. 

“I don’t know how many times I’ve said it, but I’ll say it again. She isn’t part of the band, therefore, she doesn’t need to be involved in the band’s business.”

Brian looked unsatisfied with the answer and she just wished that he would shut up and let her leave. The last thing she wanted was to be in the middle of an argument between the boys and Pual, not when they would be staying in the same house for a month. Anywhere else she wouldn’t care, but if they fought with him over her, he would never let her hear the end of it. 

“I think if she’s going to stay here then she should be allowed to listen to whatever conversations we have, whether they’re about the band or not,” he argued. 

Paul rolled his eyes. Nothing was going to make him change his mind. “If she can’t contribute to the band like you or Roger or Freddie or John do than she doesn’t need to be wasting space in here,” he stated firmly.

Before Brian could argue further, Y/n slipped out of the room. She did not need to be in the center of that storm. She wasn’t sure what Brian was capable of when angry and she didn’t want to find out. 

Once in the room John and her were to share, she pulled a book out from her bag and sat on the couch that would be her bed during her stay. Opening the book, she stared at the page, not taking in the words. Her mind was too focused on Brian. 

Honestly, if he would just mind his own business. If he hadn't said anything, if he had let her leave, Paul wouldn’t be more irritable. Paul was an ass, everyone knew it. He was unafraid to show it and people just had to get used to it. Y/n surely was. Paul and her butted heads a lot, but at the end of the day, she knew it was just better to give in to whatever he wanted than to argue. It wasn’t fair to John if she started anything with the man. Not when he treated John like shit without her causing any problems.

But Brian didn’t see it that way. 

He seemed ready to start a fight with Paul. And over what? Y/n wasn’t anything special and she had never made it clear that Paul’s words and actions bothered her. She had learned to live with the treatment she got from him and Brian needed to do the same. He needed to shut his mouth before he caused a problem for her, for everyone, that couldn’t easily be mended.

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Y/n blinked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She had tried for hours to get to sleep, but the tossing and turning did nothing to get her there. John’s snoring didn’t help as he was out of it the moment his head it the pillow. Lucky. The bed was obviously comfortable. The couch, on the other hand, was not. It was hard as a rock in some places and as soft as a cotton ball in others. It would have been nice, but it seemed that all the hard places were where there were knotts in her body. 

She pushed herself into a sitting position, throwing the thin blanket Paul had left for her off. And to think she was thankful to not be sleeping on the floor. The floor was probably more comfortable than the couch that wasn’t even comfortable to sit on. 

Standing up, she headed to the kitchen, careful not to wake John as she left. At least one of them deserved to get a good night’s sleep. On the way, she passed by Paul’s room, for once in her life, she was envious that the man got to sleep on a comfortable surface. She shuddered at the thought of being jealous of him. It was the last thing she wanted. It was probably the last thing anyone wanted.

In the kitchen, she grabbed a cup out of a cabinet, placing it on the counter. Maybe a hot cup of tea would help her drift off. Probably not, but it was worth a try. Grabbing the kettle off the stove, she brought it to the sink to fill it with water. Looking out the window as she turned the water on, she saw a dark shadow in front of the house. If it hadn’t of been for the shadow of the hair she would have thought it was some criminal, looking for a place to hide. But the hair was all bushy, some coils pronounced in the shadow. Y/n turned the water off and set the kettle on the counter. She slipped on a pair of John’s shoes that he’d left by the door and one of Roger’s coats left on a hook. 

Slipping outside, she shivered as the cold air hit her. Brian turned as she shut the door, surprised to see her up. Y/n smiled up at him, wrapping Roger’s coat around her to keep in the heat.

“What are you doing out here?” He questioned as she came to stand next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep. I’m pretty sure the floor is more comfortable than that couch,” she laughed, looking up at the night sky. The stars look brilliant, like a piece of art, out in the country, in a place where they couldn’t be drowned by the light. She’d almost forgotten how beautiful it was. How beautiful things outside the city were.

Brian shook his head. “I’m sorry you got to sleep on the couch. You can have my bed if you want.”

Y/n looked up at him, following his gaze to a cluster of stars. She wasn’t sure if there were a part of a constellation or not, but they were some of the brightest stars in the sky. “Give it a few days and I think the couch will be manageable. But thank you.”

He nodded, his curls bouncing about. The two stood there for a long moment. Brian watched the bright stars above that hadn’t moved since Y/n had arrived. As he watched the stars, she watched him. That fire that appeared almost every time Paul opened his mouth was gone. Almost like it’d never been there, to begin with. Instead, his eyes were soft, gentle. They weren’t burning with fury, instead, warm embers that people found comfort in.

“Why were you so angry earlier?” she asked thinking about what had happened after dinner.

Brian turned to her, confused by her question. “What do you mean?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I saw how angry you got at Paul today. Every time he talked to me like he was the boss. I mean, he kinda is. Anyway, I saw the way it got to you. I just want to know why.” She met his gaze. “It’s not like I’m a member of the band and you’re not my brother. It’s not like you have to jump in whenever someone belittles me or dismisses me altogether. And Paul is Paul. If I leave him alone, he leaves me alone.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair as best he could so it didn’t tangle. “I-I don’t think it’s fair of him to treat you that way, Y/n. You may not care, but I do.” She raised a brow, waiting for him to continue. “It’s just that… that I see you as more than John’s sister, more than some annoying brat that Paul can’t stand.” He took a deep breath. “I like you, Y/n. Probably more than like, but that makes it hard for me t-”

His sentence went unfinished as Y/n stood on the tips of her toes to kiss him. She had always had a crush on Brian. She’d brushed it off as nothing more than a schoolgirl crush. She’d always had a crush on John’s friends, nothing ever came of it, but she’d always expected it. And, so, when she started to catch feelings for Brian, she had never expected them to be returned. Never in her wildest dreams. 

Brian wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss before he broke away. “That was unexpected,” he chuckled.

“As was that confession.”

He smiled, his teeth glistening in the moonlight. “If you want me to lay of Paul, I can. But only if you don’t mention this to John any time soon.”

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “There is no way I’m telling John. You haven’t seen how protective he gets.” She started giggling. “He looks like a protective mother hen. It’s hilarious.”

The two laughed at the mental image of John puffing his chest up like a little mother hen. Brian had no doubt that that’s what he looked like. When the laughter ceased, they turned their attention back to the stars above them. 

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[willgayers]

i havent been COMPLETELY thru your list of reddie fics so if youve already done something similar ignore this but. what about a sickfic where richie is sick? also maybe eddie just like, forgets about germs to take care of him and then ends up getting sick too and blaming richie and richies jus like, dude, were you here

i changed it a little but only the part where he blames richie and richie wonders if he was there !!! hope u like it :-)

again,,, sorry for the length?? but i cant write these short?? also again. IT IS WORTH IT 

so obviously eddie is TERRIFIED of germs and every time one of the losers has even a little flu he’s not gonna touch anything they touch and will stand 5 feet away from them and honestly in the end will probably just be that one friend who’s gonna say

“my mom said no”

just so that he won’t hurt his friends’ feelings even tho he really just doesn’t wanna be anywhere near them bc hey he could get it too and it could turn into something more dangerous like leper obviously

but then one tragic time… richie gets a flu

and eddie’s very torn bc he doesn’t wanna be with richie cause ???? he isn’t clean

but then again they were supposed to hangout

eddie is thinking whether he should ditch richie or not

“jesus i’ve been sneezin since 8am”

yeah eddie is not gonna go there

the gERMS ARE FLYING and just the thought makes him shiver

he’s thinking that oh well maybe tomorrow he’s gonna be ok again

spoiler alert: he’s not

so eddie suffers thru the day bc its boring at school without richie

they talk on the phone later that day and eddie’s like hey r u feeling any better

“i am nod” richie answers with a stuffed nose

eddie just sits on his bed with a facial expression that is nothing other than :(

then the day after that ,,, eddie goes to school in hopes of that maybe richie had a miracle healing last night and now he’s gonna be there

LMAO YOU THOUGHT EDS

now eddie is just gettin pissed off bc how dare his boyfriend be sick for this long

so again that night they speak on the phone

“richie jesus christ when are u gonna HEAL”

“i am do dorry eddi-spageddi bud i am just so sig”

eddie is gonna turn into hulk soon from the conflict bc he REALLY misses richie

should i stay or i should go™

(nice stranger things reference)

ok maybe eddie is gonna give it one more day.

so it’s friday and richie has missed school for almost the whole WEEK

“wow eddie you’ve been without richie for almost the whole school week how’s that feel must be a new record huh”

“shut up stan”

don’t be mean stan

eddie’s heart is breakin

again,,, he goes home from school and calls richie immediately

“ARE YOU,,,,STILL…. SICK?????”

“yeah i— *LEPER COUGH* i ah-ah-AMh *cough*”

eddie cringes because ???? oh my gosh he is turning into a zombie

“oK THATS IT”

eddie has had it

he hangs up and stomps out of the house and rides his bike to the grocery store and buys all kinds of stuff like non-caffeine tea ((bc he knows for a fact that it helps better than regular)),, some ice cream and chicken soup in a can even tho eddie thinks it’s disgusting and fights with one of the workers

“YOU DONT HAVE NORMAL,,, READY CHICKEN SOUP IN THE FRESH FOOD SECTION????”

“yeah not today”

“my bOYFRIenD haS bEeN SiCK!! FOR A WEEk and i hAVE TO BRING HIM A CAN????”

eddie shakes his head in disbelief and curses the store as he walks away

then he finally arrives at richie’s house

he knocks on the door first just in case his terrible excuse of parents are home but they aren’t

so he leans down to grab the key from under the doormat and opens the door

he walks in and stiffens his upper lip as he glances around at the sight of empty beer cans and liquor bottles and there’s just the smell of old booze and cigarettes in the air

like it’s normal (and eddie hates that it’s normal) but richie’s SICK and he should be breathing fresh air not the literal definition of the breath of a drunken bum who’s been living in the gutter

this wasn’t what he was expecting bc he figured that richie’s parents would at least open the fucking window because their son is sick inside the house

so quickly eddie makes his way to richie’s room that is at the end of the hallway and he knocks on it softly before opening the door

he finds richie sitting in his bed ,,, burrito inside blankets and he’s watching something from his laptop

his eyes are red and his face is a lil swollen and nose also v red

eddie wants to cry bc he looks so bad

“eddi???”

“yes,,, eddi to the rescue” he mocks his boyfriend’s stuffy nose voice a little

richie is literally starstruck bc ???? EDDIE IS THERE ???? EDDIE , IS THERE , WHEN HE IS SICK ????

“whad de fug edz u should go befor u ged dis doo”

“i’ve been to school without you for a week now richard im done”

richie wants to cry

eddie is still just staring at him bc he doesn’t know how to approach him since he’s still a little disgusted at the situation this is all new for him ok but he really wants to help his bf

“i bought u some stuff”

richie starts to smile wide

“BUT” eddie starts

“before i give u any”

“????”

“you’re gonna leave this house”

richie looks at him like he’s crazy

“r u serioud eddi every pard of ma badi hurts”

eddie feels so bad for him

“you don’t even have fresh air here richie so i am serious”

richie can’t take the fact that his boyfriend is such a knight in shiny armor

eddie leaves the bag for a moment to grab richie inside his blanket burrito and pull him up.

“ur gonna have to get rid of this blanket tho”

“no:(”

eddie looks at him

“srsly richie i can’t give you a ride on my bike you’re gonna fall down and roll down the hill”

“:(”

“i will give you my blanket once we’re there”

richie throws his blanket down way too fast and he starts feeling nauseous

the bike ride isn’t very aesthetic™ for him either bc his head is spinning and all of his muscles hurt and oh my gosh he’s doing his everything not to throw up on eddie’s back rn

eddie’s mom isn’t home so eddie can easily sneak richie in

he’s not sure how he’s gonna explain him living there until he’s healthy again tho

but he’s not gonna worry about that now

(fast forward;

i donT CARE THAT HE’S SICK AND INFECTED MOM,, i LoVE HiM!!!!)

so now they go into eddie’s room ( he’s basically holding richie up )

and richie settles down on eddie’s bed and eddie wraps him inside a blanket and richie is just smiling at him the whole time

“r u comfortable”

“very” richie says. the blanket smells like eds and he is in eddie’s bed. ofc he’s comfortable 

“here’s my laptop”

eddie hands him his macbook and goes to the kitchen to prepare the chicken soup. in the can. which eddie still thinks is unacceptable as he heats it up

“here”

richie is about to cry bc “did you really mage me chiggen soub”

eddie nods with a light frown like wtf obviously that’s what you eat when you’re sick

“there’s also ice cream”

“ice cream???”

“yeah it’s for the throat…???

eddie is kinda confused bc how can richie not know it helps

then it occurs to him that

richie doesn’t know, because

no one’s probably ever taken care of him when he’s sick????

i REPEAT, NO ONE’S EVER TAKEN CARE OF RICHIE TOZIER WHEN HE IS SICK

now eddie wants to cry

“scoot over”

he wants richie to be on the side next to the wall so he can lean his head on it if he wants to it’s more comfy  

with a lil trouble richie does move and eddie cuddles up next to him

literally cuddles

richie is SHOCKED

“are you sure u wanna do dat”

“100%”

richie wants to marry eddie

“wad r we watchin”

“kill bill”

“waid a minude… isn’d dis-”

“yours. yeah. i never watched it and i never gave it back so”

“u never watched dis?? oh my god eddi—”

“eat ur chicken soup and watch this movie with me now oKAY” eddie is a pissed off knight in shiny armor bc talking is just gonna exhaust richie more and he needs to get WELL

richie eats his soup and they watch the movie in silence,,,, glued to each other and at some point eddie realizes richie’s fallen asleep with his head resting towards eddie’s

eddie can’t move because he knows if he does he’s gonna wake up richie

but thankfully after like 15 minutes richie wakes up and he’s like “shid where am i”

“you’re with me”

he turns his gaze down at eddie and he remembers that yes,,, he is in fact with eddie and he just feels: ️️️️️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

well the weekend goes by and eddie goes hardcore nurse on richie and literally by sunday he is already pretty healthy like his voice is back to normal and so on

but… Oh… no

eddie and richie are eating in the kitchen

richie goes;

“baby can u pass me that ketchup”

“sure—”

SNEEZE

eddie’s eyes widen and he freezes in shock

richie looks at him like o'shit he done caught the flu

but then he starts to smile

“WELL I GUESS I WON’T BE GOING TO SCHOOL FOR ANOTHER WEEK”

“what do you mean?!?!?!”

“because obviously im gonna take care of u”

eddie is 😨😭💘😓😭💕😨😭💗

then later they tell the other losers why they’re both missing school and stanley uris wants to comment again

“so eddie u went to richie’s house??”

“yesh”

“and i thought i was romantic letting bill choose dinner”

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